Keia
I aim to misbehave
Hotels off Exit Ramp of I-95
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
2:26am, Late Spring 2003
While waiting for Lt. Reed to return, Andreev noticed that there was a surprisingly good bit of traffic into the hotels at this late hour. So, cars were entering the various lots, either from patrons already registered and returning home, or new patrons for the hotels.
Within minutes, Reed motioned from the side of the other hotel to Ilianov. As Andreev approached her, he noticed that Reed was keeping a watchful eye on the parking lot, noting if anyone took interest in his arrival. Within minutes the two of them had entered a side entrance and were in their hotel room - clean, somewhat small . . . and a single king sized bed.
As Andreev made himself comfortable, Reed got outthe ironing board and iron from the hotel closet and pressed her clothes that she had removed in the car. No motion was wasted as it was plainly evident that she had ironed her uniform hundreds of times before.
After a very brief discussion, Lt. Reed - Chris, insisted that they could share the bed, and that this room type was the only one available at the time. After a trip to the bathroom, Chris returned wrapped in towels and proceeded to iron the remainder of her uniform. The alarm was set for 8:30am and the sounds of young revelers in the halls could be heard in the halls. Ilianov and Reed awkwardly prepared for sleep on separate sides of the large bed, the only light coming from the bathroom nightlight. . . .
8:26am, Late Spring 2003
In the morning, Andreev was the first to awaken, noting several strange things. The initial shock of waking in a strange place, or at least an unremembered one, passed quickly for Andreev, as he realized he was sleeping in the hotel. The one thing that didn't pass was the lovely arm and leg draped over him . . . Reed was still sound asleep and was cuddled up to him, quite provocatively.
OOC: Ilianov
Somewhere between Florida and North Carolina
2:26am, Late Spring 2003
While waiting for Lt. Reed to return, Andreev noticed that there was a surprisingly good bit of traffic into the hotels at this late hour. So, cars were entering the various lots, either from patrons already registered and returning home, or new patrons for the hotels.
Within minutes, Reed motioned from the side of the other hotel to Ilianov. As Andreev approached her, he noticed that Reed was keeping a watchful eye on the parking lot, noting if anyone took interest in his arrival. Within minutes the two of them had entered a side entrance and were in their hotel room - clean, somewhat small . . . and a single king sized bed.
As Andreev made himself comfortable, Reed got outthe ironing board and iron from the hotel closet and pressed her clothes that she had removed in the car. No motion was wasted as it was plainly evident that she had ironed her uniform hundreds of times before.
After a very brief discussion, Lt. Reed - Chris, insisted that they could share the bed, and that this room type was the only one available at the time. After a trip to the bathroom, Chris returned wrapped in towels and proceeded to iron the remainder of her uniform. The alarm was set for 8:30am and the sounds of young revelers in the halls could be heard in the halls. Ilianov and Reed awkwardly prepared for sleep on separate sides of the large bed, the only light coming from the bathroom nightlight. . . .
8:26am, Late Spring 2003
In the morning, Andreev was the first to awaken, noting several strange things. The initial shock of waking in a strange place, or at least an unremembered one, passed quickly for Andreev, as he realized he was sleeping in the hotel. The one thing that didn't pass was the lovely arm and leg draped over him . . . Reed was still sound asleep and was cuddled up to him, quite provocatively.
OOC: Ilianov