[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3][/color]

[color=8882be][i]Well, SHIT![/i][/color]

Ben had forgotten to lock her inside the Cone of Silence! 

Lauren had gone to check on Amaranth Desire and properly feed her during the last few minutes of lunch - leave Ben time to chat up Sangue, change out of her combat class clothing, maybe make it rain some pain pills into her mouth. She'd thought to find the Bastille dorms a place of tranquility and rest, with Amy tucked in and blessed concussive relief resting right on her nightstand. Instead she found the Ibuprofen far from its designated neutral zone and a particular red-headed ex-stripper missing from her bed. Sighing, she changed out of her school uniform and into a sleeveless crop top, striped black and white, black jeans and ankle-high boots. With the sleeves of her jacket around her waist, bleached leather dangling down her front, she felt sufficiently casual for the dreaded afternoon classes. Only there was no Amy!

[color=8882be][i]And her bedhead is so fucking cute, too...[/i][/color]

Lauren looked at the half-BLT in her hand, and the bag of chips she'd absentmindedly finished on the way here, then to the pain pills. [color=8882be][i]Heh. Heh heh.[/i][/color] She'd just swing a candy bar or two from her own suitcase and everything would be aces...even, dare she say it...bitchin!

Popping the first chance at headache relief she'd gotten her hands on all day, and dropping the chocolate-and-caramel second chance into a jacket pocket, Lauren stepped off to Armory - her first afternoon class, affectionately titled "Borden School" by her team leader after she first waved her axe happily around the BASL dorms.

[color=8882be][i]I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth!
I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth!
I'm gonna send him to outah space
To find anothah race!
I'm gonna send him to outah space
To find anothah race![/i][/color]

The quintessential example of the best accent on the planet carried her all the way to Armory, which--

As it turns out

Could not be spelled without the 'A M Y!'

Jeez, she looked like crap. Sexy crap. Guess that came with being a stripper and all. But jeez.

Sidling through the door and wrapping her headphones around her neck, Negasi plopped down behind a table, next to her frumpy looking teammate, and dropped half a BLT with as little Lauren-tier pomp and circumstance as she would have normally mustered. Two candy bars found themselves sliding over, too, on very short notice. No drink, though. Being Lauren really worked up a thirst.

[color=8882be][i](As Ben loved to quip)[/i][/color]

[color=8882be]"Que pasa, Desire?"[/color] Lauren asked sweetly. [color=8882be]"You got yourself a cowlick, girl."[/color]