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Sparky Repairs, Late Friday/Early Saturday

John walks Rosette through the front door, after unlocking it and giving the high sign to Register.

In the back room (the one next to the still) is a couchbed and a tv with a stack of movies.

"I had fun."

Becasue his suitjacket was around a certain nun, he grabs a blanket and curls up a bit on the couchbed.

If they're lucky, no one will wake them up early, since they're waaaay in the back. Emo stands guard while Goth is busy designing hoodies for dingbots.

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John makes a noise like "buggabuttaa" and kicks a leg.

...the hell? Startled by the sudden movement and sound, Rosette's reaching quickly turned into her supporting arm failing her, and she fell right on top of John. Breast in upturned palm covering his face, of course.

"EEP!"

John, like all red-blooded Americans when faced with a hanfull of boob when sleeping, turned over and trapped Rosette against the back of hte couch. WIth a handfull of boob.

Emo facepalmed.

Her revealed, stockinged leg flailed out a bit, as it was the only limb that could actually flail. There was now a couch on one side and a man on the other side of her route to freedom and drugs. Great. Just great.

Emo hopped on the arm of the couch and tried to pull and tug JOhn to get him to roll over.

It works, sorta.

Except for the whole John rolling the wroing way, that is. He mumbled something and moved his legs again.

Ack! Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard ~~body~~ place! Rosette gulped, tried to move her hands somewhere that she could try to pry John off of her without waking him, questioning exactly why it was she didn't want to wake him again...Because seriously...

Emo gets a bit more agitated, and acutally ends up falling on John's head.

Which finally wakes JOhn up. "ow!" He involuntarily squeezes both hands as he opens his eyes. One just happens to have something in it.

"Hey, blondie. What're you doing here?" he asked, sleepily.

Oh, my God, being completely violated, that's what!

But Rosette didn't say what she was flailing thinking in her head. She, still pressed up against the couch and feeling terribly crowded, chuckled a bit nervously, smiled with a significant showing a gnashed-together teeth. "Uhhh, 'mornin', John."

"Mornin', beautiful. Oh, whatta night." JOhn rolls over ~~freeing her~~ and tried to sit up. "YOu okay? How's your head?"

Freedom! Rosette quickly squirmed over to the end of the couch, grapping the pills and throwing them into her mouth before there was another chance for capture, chugging down the water before answering. "It huuuuuuurts."

"YEah, that's why I had some last night, and grabbed a blanke--Ohmigawd,didIgrabyourboob?" John's expression went from almost pleasant (for a hangover) to shock.

"Yes," Rosette said, glaring into her cup of water. "But I was just going to mark it up as an accident. In all fairness, it's more like they fell into your grab..."

"Y'know, that's the way I prefer to wake up. Beautiful gal falling all over me. No, really, you should try it."

He sat up fully, not realizing that her skirt had been his blanket.

Rosette had actually kind of forgotten too, but was very quickly reminded. She gave it a slight pull when she realized that all she saw when she looked that way was a whole lotta leg.

"Um, John? Can I have my skirt back, please?"

don't look down don't look down don't look down

John looked down and saw a whole lotta nun. "omgawd i'm sorry!" and ~~ripped her dress off of her in a manly mcromancenovel way~~ got off her skirt.

"Were you packing the whole night?"

Rosette tucked her legs underneath her in a ladylike fashion, situatuating her skirt over her knees. See? Virtue and modesty totally uncompromised. "Yes," she said. "Always. I'd feel naked if I wasn't."

"I know what you mean." He clutched his hip. "if I dont' wear a multitool, it's... like I'm not dressed. Sorta. Which I am. Toally. ANd so are you. Totally. ~~Which we should change. Totally.~~ How's your head?"

"Not feeling any better," she pouted.

"Well, give it some time. Or, go back to sleep. Workds for me. I've got some sweats, if you wanna change. Didn't even think about it last nigth. Plus, movies."

The look Rosette gave John at that moment, with a sigh, seemed to suggest that she really regretted having to say what she was about to. "I think I should get headed back back to the church. I've had a really amazing night, John, really, even with the hangover now. ....Very amazing. But...."

John was crushed. "Um. I'm sorry. Yeah, if you gotta go, then... yeah. I had fun. I hope you did, too."

He almost didn't say it, then went for it. "Do it again sometime?"

"I did," Rosette nodded (carefully). "I'd love to do something like this again, definately. Thank you."

"Thank you. It's not often one gets to spend quality time with a nun."

Rosette chuckled, just a bit, because laughing too hard hurt her head too much. "Not positive quality time, anyway." She allowed a moment to beam up at him before carefully initiating the task of getting to her feet and staying there long enough to start walking.

"YEah, I keep hearing stories of nuns with rulers. And not in a good way, y'know?"

"You gonna be able to make it? I mean, you're more than welcome to recover here, let the asprin kick in. Call it a neighborhood outreach program?"

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