Is it going to be driven by Victor in a little drivers cap?
[He blinked as he looked over at her. His eyes went wide as he recalled he's still only wearing boxers. He scrambled to find more of his clothes. Pants and a sweatervest. But no shirt. He puts its on anyway. He looks laughable. His scrawny arms poking out of the vest]
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Date: 2010-02-28 01:02 pm (UTC)Those aren't swords, they're fencing sabres. Don't touch.
[It's not Victor, it's Roger. She scowls a little, quite surly at having her personal life scrutinized.]
That -- I should have taken down, quite some time ago. I'm not home much. You may have noticed.
I'm calling a car for you.
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Date: 2010-02-28 01:10 pm (UTC)[He blinked as he looked over at her. His eyes went wide as he recalled he's still only wearing boxers. He scrambled to find more of his clothes. Pants and a sweatervest. But no shirt. He puts its on anyway. He looks laughable. His scrawny arms poking out of the vest]
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Date: 2010-02-28 01:47 pm (UTC)I don't have any chauffeur fantasies to play out. [Her clothes are rumpled and she has bed hair, but at least it's a whole outfit.]
You look ridiculous. Find your shirt. I'm not returning it to you at work. People will talk. And by people, I mean Judith.