<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/aa83941c303f604e473fd8b13d51de73/tumblr_npeos7j0vQ1sbxqyqo3_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shane Harris<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>3rd yr Bronze<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Lesbian<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Tired<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>September 20th, 10 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 105<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ebony,<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Shane never quite made it to the class, and lucky she hadn't as the object of her attention was clearly gone before she had made up her mind of joining Ebony in Julian's classroom. The communication of text messages had stopped between the both of them. Shane had been caught literally with her hand in the cookie jar by one of Jamison Clarke's students. And with the promise of sharing her booze, she wouldn't rat her out. A gold student, go figure. After a few shared drinks in the girl's dorm room her roommate was off away for the evening. Shane eventually put another notch on her belt, fucking the girl and calling it an evening. Lucky for her Ebony's text message saved her from cuddling until the girl slept.<br/><br/>She was a bit too clingy. After offering up her services of knight in shining armor and showing the girl her text explaining that it was her roommate who needed her. Shane left with the promise to call again. Of course, she wouldn't. Shane was interested past only the one shag.<br/><br/>Hair tousled and feeling a bit dirty Shane finally entered the room she shared with Ebony, bursting through the doors and crying out,<strong>"Lucy I'm hooooooooooome!"</strong>Grinning and stopping short as she sniffed the air and didn't spot Ebony on his bed but found him sprawled on her bed. Cocking her brow the brunette shut the door behind her, half drank vodka bottle in hand and sat by Ebony on her bed wondering what was up with her roomie who looked entirely too much like a girl this evening.<br/><br/><strong>"You saved me from an evil girl that wanted to cuddle. What's up with you? What can Sir Shane Harris do for you this evening."</strong><br/><br/>She grinned a bit tipsy and really in need of a shower.<strong>"Ugh I feel gross."</strong>