Morgan barely resisted moaning at Melody tugged up her pants.  She'd seen how nervous the girl was around bodies and sex talk.  But the night was still young and she didn't want Mel passing out from blushing too much just yet.  “Better, thanks.  That'll teach me to wear them out, right?  At least to places I want to stay dressed at.”  Laughing she finally set her items on the counter, eying Frey suspiciously as she spotted the bottle she'd been drooling over.  But the girl had money...or at least a c-note to drop on booze so who was she to argue.<br/><br/>“That added up fast.  I'll give you my share tomorrow, my financial aid for living expenses should be available then.”  It didn't bother her in the least that both she and Melody were called M.  In fact she rather liked it.  Her mom was a huge Bette Midler fan and she had fond memories of being called the Divine Ms. M in her honor.<br/><br/>As they left and Melody was once more assaulted she decided she'd had enough.  Only to find Frey stepping in first.  Watching the two she tried to follow their conversation, brows furrowed and lips moving in an attempt to translate.  Finally shaking her head when Mel was ready and the bum had had a talking to she offered up a smile to Mel.  “So...what language were you speaking?”  The smirk on her lips told Frey she was joking as they hurried across the street.<br/><br/>Their RA was outside, some guy's tongue buried deep in her throat as they passed.  Quite the role model for young girls.  Openly oggling the couple as they approached she elbowed Mel in the ribs.  “You ever been kissed like that?  Or maybe he had his tongue buried a little lower?”  Laughing she watched the redhead for her reaction, hoping for a blush.  She wasn't sure why but she loved seeing the writer blush.  And it was simply so easy to accomplish.