[ well, if he was insisting (inviting, rather)... ]
[ lydia casts one last, forlorn glance back at the socked doorknob and can swear she hears muffled exclamations of i'm coming, i'm coming, but that really doesn't mean much because, as he'd alluded, mccall could be winning medals in sexual endurance, and allison might be getting a few lectures on friendship. ]
[ but that would come later, and she tears her gaze from her door, smooths out the pinched and annoyed expression that curls her lips, and makes to slide into the room. ]
I'm Lydia, by the way. What kind of music do you have?
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[ lydia casts one last, forlorn glance back at the socked doorknob and can swear she hears muffled exclamations of i'm coming, i'm coming, but that really doesn't mean much because, as he'd alluded, mccall could be winning medals in sexual endurance, and allison might be getting a few lectures on friendship. ]
[ but that would come later, and she tears her gaze from her door, smooths out the pinched and annoyed expression that curls her lips, and makes to slide into the room. ]
I'm Lydia, by the way. What kind of music do you have?