Thursday Noon

After her Flight and Flying class - which was awesome - Rikku bounced up the stairs two at a time. Not to 308, but to 407, because she had a feeling the Jude would still be there.

Said "feeling" might be based on the fact that they'd left a stash of pizza money for Mikey. Or the fact that they'd already gotten a lovely start on the day. Or the fact that he'd joked about leaving and she'd threatened to tie him up with his own (very nice designer) tie.

Or the fact that he didn't seem to think she'd actually do it.

Rikku didn't knock, as she figured the occupant wasn't going to be able to come to the door anyway.

(can't you tell? it's for the jude)

Thursday Night, Room 308 - Not A Good Phone Call

Rikku bounced back into 308 in a particularly festive mood. And hoping the hickeys didn't show, and hoping that Mikey wasn't, uh, thinking terrible things ... no, she didn't care if he did. He had pizza money and that was good enough. She was shivering and dancing and feeling amazing and eyeing the python (that she still so totally didn't trust) when the phone rang. Cool!

"Hiya!" she said into the receiver with a grin.

"YOU HUSSY!"

( Oh, this will end well. )

(OOC: preplayed with the fabuloso dude_its_jude. Follows this post and is immediately followed by (and minorly overlaps) this one. NFI, just establishy.)