The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

plus, they learn new tricks by just letting them onto the web.
 
Blinks.

I just missed something.

Nods, talking to herself.

I must have just missed something.
 
Runs in, cat style, and runs to her door, unlokcing it and tackling the stuffed flea on her bed, purring loudly.
 
He steps in, locks the door behind him. Lily was going to be quick in snagging the key back, no doubt there. For now, though, he settled on the edge of the bed and drew his jacket off, hanging it idly on the top of one of the racks. The bottle of wine and two cheap, plastic glasses were set out in idle preparation.

She'd wanted to steal him away. She'd get her wish.

Something about sneaking off into a stockroom made him feel like a teenager again.
 
Pokes her head out from her room, her eyes wide, holding the flea close to her chest, and then blushes, pulling back quickly, she's sure she's interupting something. Er... She's sure she will be, soon... When whomever he's waiting for arrives. She looks around the room, at the posters she's attached to the walls, thinking about her options.
 
:: unlocks the door, strides in, looking about... ::

Sorry to disturb, Iceman.

(Hey, O. Flea.)

Got something we need to work out.
 
Nods from her room and grabs something from under the bed.

Want these?

Holds out boxing gloves.
 
He glances up.

"Hrm. Oh." He reaches to pinch Chas' backside. "Don't mind me."

:: borrows the boxing gloves, thank you O, dangling them from their laces, and bops Ice on the head ::

I don't mind the pinching.

So long as I get to thwap back.
 
Grins and holds up the flea.

We hope you win. (Eazy has it coming. Sorry Eazy, but it's true.)
 
*Walks in while tightening the tape around his fists, then straightening out his goggles a bit so they won't get in his way during the fight, glaring at O as she offers the gloves to Chas* Pft, it figures you'd take her side in this fight. Machine lovers always got to stick together.

*Taps fist together while starting to move his legs around, shadow boxing while imagining certain Time Lords standing before him*
 
There is no winning, unless Eazy caving to a woman batting her eyelashes is considered losing, in which case he can never win.
 
*Walks in while tightening the tape around his fists, then straightening out his goggles a bit so they won't get in his way during the fight, glaring at O as she offers the gloves to Chas* Pft, it figures you'd take her side in this fight. Machine lovers always got to stick together.

*Taps fist together while starting to move his legs around, shadow boxing while imagining certain Time Lords standing before him*

:: reaches under the cot and extricates a cricket bat and twirls this from side to side through her fingers, using the knuckle of the thumb of her free hand to push her spectacles back into place... ::

Leave my uncouth lusts out of this, E.

This is about fandoms, let's keep it about fandoms, are we green?
 
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