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:: [b]Bedroom[/b] ::
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Mandie sighed bitterly. [color=orangered]"They didn't tell me, but I remember you fairly well. My name's Mandie."[/color] She wrung out the washcloth and hung it over the edge of the counter to dry. Of course she had to be paired with him. Of all the people participating in this program, the leaders just had to match her with the one person she knew. And of course he had to be an annoying flirt. She could practically see the girl-catching gears circling in his head as he fiddled with his guitar. He was, if not a good person, at least a good musician. Still, that wasn't nearly enough to redeem him in her eyes.
[color=orangered]"I'd like to set out a few rules,"[/color] she continued softly. [color=orangered] "Screw around with your guitar all you'd like, but stop before 11 at night. If you get in my bed, I promise to give you strong regrets. The same goes for entering the bathroom while I'm inside. And finally, if you feel the need to flirt with me, I recommend you make a beeline for the door before you utter the ridiculous pick-up line to save your own life."[/color] Despite their harsh nature, the words were delivered in a cool, even tone, and she adjusted a section of her hair as she spoke. [color=orangered]"Understood, Nate?"[/color]