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Room 504 - Thursday Evening
Jan. 19th, 2006 11:29 pmAfter the fight with Darla, Logan carried the sleeping Molly up to her room on the fifth floor, still wrapped in the blanket from his golf cart. He was grateful for whoever'd left the freight elevator unlocked again. Molly was tiny, but carrying her up five flights of stairs after getting his butt kicked by a vampire (and deja-vu much?) might've strained his endurance a bit too much.
"Molly," Logan said softly. "You're home."
The only response he got was a loud snore.
"All right, have it your way," Logan said. He set her down gently in the hallway and dug through her jacket pockets until he found her keys. He unlocked the door, flicked on the lights and carried her into the room.
Logan surveyed the room and went with a wild guess that the pinker side belonged to Molly. And if he was wrong, her roommate would deal. He took off her shoes and tucked her into the bed, fully clothed. "Sleep well, girlfreak," he said with affection and left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.
[Logan goes here.]
"Molly," Logan said softly. "You're home."
The only response he got was a loud snore.
"All right, have it your way," Logan said. He set her down gently in the hallway and dug through her jacket pockets until he found her keys. He unlocked the door, flicked on the lights and carried her into the room.
Logan surveyed the room and went with a wild guess that the pinker side belonged to Molly. And if he was wrong, her roommate would deal. He took off her shoes and tucked her into the bed, fully clothed. "Sleep well, girlfreak," he said with affection and left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.
[Logan goes here.]
