Room 317, Saturday morning

[notmyownage]

Claudia, not really down with the whole getting up in the morning thing, forestalled the whole issue by lazily rolling over without opening her eyes.

Only to discover that, instead of her queen-sized bed from home, she'd been sleeping on the crappy, twin-sized bed in her old dorm room. And wind up on the floor.

Right. Reunion. At least she wasn't switching bodies with someone. That had been one of Pete's favorite stories to tell for ages.

Well, she supposed she could do worse than Fandom for her vacation from the Warehouse. She could be stuck in northern Nunavut, again.

[ooc: open, should anyone else possibly be up. I caaaaaan't sleeeeeeeeeep.]

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[notmyownage]

"Absolutely. I hear there'll be an open bar."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Which I'm sure my husband will enjoy," Quinn said, but lightly -- it wasn't like either of them was going to have to drive. "The whole thing should be fun. Like prom for old people."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah. . . . I never really got the point of prom."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course she didn't.

"I just really wanted to be prom queen," Quinn said. "My mom was queen of every dance and it rubbed off. Besides, prom was fun."

[notmyownage]

"I always did like dancing." Claudia shrugged. "Hey, maybe they'll still spike the punch."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for reminding me I have to avoid that, too," Quinn grumbled. "Maybe they'll have the good kind of seltzer."

[notmyownage]

Ohhhhhh right. Claudia'd forgotten about that part of pregnancy. "There's a good kind of seltzer?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"There's one brand with more bubbles," Quinn explained, in the tone of one used to not being believed on this point. "With extra lime it almost tastes like you're drinking something real."

[notmyownage]

"Right. More bubbles." Well, Claudia supposed she'd heard weirder. "Got my fingers crossed for ya."