Room 203: Thursday

[mother_forker]

Anyone walking by room 205 would note that:
A. The room is a mess.
B. Eleanor was still in bed listening to Tahani on the radio being totally judgmental.

"Make better choices, Eleanor," She repeated in a mocking faux British accent. "While I continue to namedrop celebrities because I'm totally better than you. I'm so pretty with perfect skin, perfect hair and luscious lips that-"

Wait. Where did that come from? Right. Back to indigation.

"Make better choices, Eleanor. Mew. Mew. Mew."

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[white_oleander]

Astrid would have thought that that seemed a waste of money, if it weren't for the fact that she had a hunch that money wasn't going anywhere.

"Maybe Summer will cut us all a good deal."

[mother_forker]

"True. And if we all get sucked into Anakin's insane weekly torture session we can all get the first round of jello shots for free," Eleanor added cheerfully. "I believe the next one will be shrimp inspired."

[white_oleander]

Astrid kept up on radio enough to not be surprised by this, but that didn't mean she was going to look forward to it.

"That's going to be an experience," she said.

But she figured the possibility of witnessing Tahani even in the same room as a shrimp jello shot would be enough to sway Mae to come along too. She hoped.