<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Last Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Administrative Chief of surgery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, stoic.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Hover over dialect for translation.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>The Irish doctor was highly amused at the woman who seemed to be put out of her surroundings. America for anyone across the pond was a lot to take in. Needless to say as he held the door opened for them and shut it behind them as she finally entered, he did get a good look at her backside. <br/><br/>Flesh and lots it. <br/><br/>Artemis Fowl licked his lips his Irish accent thick as he tried to pronounce his words carefully so that she understood him. Her accent was clearly muddled with an American accent at best.  The man smirked giving her a slight chuckle oh he noticed just how little amount of clothes she was wearing. <br/><br/><strong>"Laundry day?"</strong><br/><br/>He asked rather amused as he held out his bad hand that had the cut wrapped up and gently shook her hand, <strong>"Artemis Fowl, pleasure to meet yer, Amira." </strong> <br/><br/>Setting his keys down he went over to the fridge where the mini kitchenette stood and peered inside, <strong><acronym title="Hey care for some Guinness? I have some wine or Irish Whiskey.">"'Ey, care for a Guinness? Erm. Oi 'ave some wine or OIrish Whiskey."</acronym></strong>  <br/><br/>He pulled out his beer and uncapped it with the bottle opener then got whatever she was having, even if it was water, just go with it. Handing her the drink he motioned to the couch, <strong><acronym title="Go on have a seat I'll call up Maintenance, good?">"'Shov' on, 'ave a seat, Oi'll rin' maintenance. Gran'?"</acronym></strong>  <br/></span></span></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cLExZTR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Prof. Amira Hensley<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Visiting Anthropology Professor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 1, 4:10 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>wishing for a do-over of the last few hours<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Her thoughts are in italics<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Artemis Fowl<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr/><br/>She let out a exasperated but grateful sigh at at least being out of the hallway, no longer showcasing the newest faculty member in all her 'glory' to any other passerbys. "Ta Artemis, sorry to meet in such a compromising fashion. And a pint of the pure would be grand!" She wondered if he had Guinness imported straight from Dublin or the stuff shipped and sold in the states. Those who knew swore it was the same formula (even though draft was of course always better) but she wasn't convinced.<br/><br/>She settled herself on his couch, tucking her feet under her rump though that did little to cover up any extra skin. No matter how she shifted those flimsy cotton shorts she was always showing too much of her rear or too much skin below her navel. And the cool morning air of the hallway had still caused all sorts of havoc on her barely dry tank top. The black fabric did little to hide the outline of her breasts and protect them from the nip in the air.<br/><br/>"Cheers" She said as she took the bottle and brought the neck of it to her lips for an well needed gulp. Perhaps a tad too early for her to be drinking, but the circumstances clearly warranted it. And there was no amount of class prep that could be done in her present state so bottoms up. Early for her but she could tell by the tired look on his face that he had yet gone to sleep. "I really appreciated the help and the call. Sorry for keeping ya up after what I imagine was quite a shite day." She motioned to his hand. "On the job?"