danamonroe:
“Didn’t have to take macro until later on, L. I told you that like eight times. I also mentioned that signing up for classes while shit faced wasn’t the best idea.” Typing away at her computer, Dana snorted when Lana turned around to ask a meek little undergrad if he could help her with her homework. The brunette arched a brow as he began stuttering at her. Lana had that effect on most men, it seemed. “He couldn’t find his dick with both hands, I don’t think he can even conceptualize what’s in the book in front of you.” She said, sipping her own coffee as she eyed the interaction.
“Oh whatever, you’re not my mom, I get to make all the bad decisions I want,” Lana charmed back before turning around to the person behind her. She watched the guy in front of her struggle to find his words, her gaze never wavering. She patiently waited for his answer, leaning towards him while she twirled her hair. Hearing Dana’s snarky comment she moved on of her hands back, unseen by anyone else, and extended a single finger, all while maintaining her gaze back on her new friend. “Well, why don’t you just look over it for me a bit, yeah? See what you can manage, you look like quite the brainiac,” she cooed, leaning further to pass her homework, giving a quick wink before turning back to Dana. “That wasn’t too nice now, Dee,” she smirked, reaching over to steal some of her friends coffee.











