#chat:genevieve

[serenalockhart]

Hmm?

{Serena's eyes raise as she hears a knock on her dorm room door.} About damn time. {She mutters, rising and opening the door. Her eyebrow raises as she recognizes the face at the door, but she beckons Gen in and makes sure the knob is locked before she speaks.} So, our bride-to-be has gone MIA again. {Really, it felt like she was doing more of the wedding planning these days than either of the engaged parties. But, no matter. She'd found a distraction.} I assume you're here to co-plan, but if it's alright with you -- or frankly, even if it isn't -- I've taken the liberty of giving myself a well-deserved break. {She pauses, crouching and reaching under her bed to pull out a nearly full pink bottle of wine cooler.} You in?

[caitlingrey-cohen]

No, no...

{Caitlin's eyes flutter as her unconsciousness switches to vision-filled sleep, and her mutters grow slowly louder. Her eyes open about halfway, then snap to full attention as she sees a figure on the other side of the room. She sits up abruptly, grunting softly at the sharp pain in her side, but then her fists clench and her shoulders stiffen in defense.} Who's there? {She calls to the silhouette in the shadowed side of the room. She wasn't sure if her escape and her return to her brother had been a dream... But considering her lack of restraints, maybe it had been real. All the same, the bloodied blonde does not relax, breaths short and trembling, heart racing in her chest.}