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The loss of Ben Lloyd, for even one night, had proved to be a source of major upheaval in the once-pacified Bastille dorms, famous for their unity in the face of wearing uncomfortable bras to bed and torturing their male figurehead. With their long-suffering leader figure taken out of the mix, the dorms had become a breeding ground for Lauren's antics. A playful pillow to the back of Amy's head in a fit of boredom had led to returned fire, creating a back-and-forth that had quickly grown unsustainable when it was realized that somehow this had led to Sangue hoarding all the pillows. Forced to grovel for supplies from the snake, the innocent fight turned the tight-knit tag team of Lauren and Amy into bitter pillow-boxing rivals. This led to a melee fight this time that ended when - yet again - Sangue Naga had proved the truth of her 'snake' moniker and, having gleaned the basics of a pillow fight from her more wizened female teammates, clubbed them both with a pillow in each hand.

With no Cap to be seen, the girls were left with nothing to do but allow each other's natural energies to trickle down to each other - as long as Lauren was awake, Amy stayed excited, and as long as both Lauren and Amy stayed awake, it was inevitable that Sangue would be dragged into the conversation. It was passing the two o'clock hour when all three girls had finally fallen asleep. It had taken burning through a fifth of Lauren's infamously-guarded candy bar rations, a few smuggled beers, and a series of eternal vows of feminist sisterhood, even in the face of boys (for Sangue), men (for Amy), and whites (for Lauren) but eventually, they [i]had[/i] slept.

And so it was that Lauren Negasi groaned to life, free of the wretched cotton maiden on her chest for what could be the first and only time at Beacon yet still suffering from an excruciating need to sink back into the warm bed for another hour or so. Unfortunately, it looked like Cap hadn't come back, meaning his day had probably already begun...and Sangue's bed was empty, too.

[color=8882be][i]Fuck, I'd kill for some of that girl's motivation at 8 am...

WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULP![/i][/color]

Time to start her day anyway. Lauren bounced (literally) her way out of bed and stretched, somewhat less provocatively than normal without a captive audience to gawk and stutter.

[color=8882be]"Hey, Am, gotta wake up, princess."[/color]

Desire didn't budge. You'd think a prostitute would be a little quicker to get out of bed, in case a wife came home or something. Lauren shrugged and looked towards her drawer for a second with a forlorn sigh. This morning was so boring, like her energy had been cleaved in half...what to do...what to...

Her gaze drifted to Ben's dresser.

Like a Mogwai that had been fed after midnight, she began to snicker evilly. A few seconds later, with a handful of clothes in her hands, she was rushing to the team's bathroom.

[color=8882be]"Wake up, Desire!"[/color] she called over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her. When she hopped out of the shower a few minutes later, there was no movement from the Faunus. Clearly trying to stir Amy like a civilized girl wasn't going to work. 

Then again, Lauren had no reason to talk. She had squeezed herself into a pair of Ben's faded black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved burgundy henley, all the buttons popped open irreverently. Dressed in her best friend's decidedly un-Lauren-sized clothes, the toned boxer plopped down on her bed again and decided to see how far she could go with this Amy thing.

...

[color=8882be]"Handjob."[/color]

Were her eyes fluttering? Maybe Desire was having a dream.

[color=8882be]"Fel[i]lat[/i]iooooooo."[/color]

No, actually, she was just snoring.

[color=8882be]"Eeeee-[i]rection![/i]"[/color]

Lauren huffed.

[color=8882be]"Morning wood! Handcuffs! Candle wax!"[/color]

What the fuck kind of hooker was this, anyway? 

[color=8882be]"Symmetrical docking?"[/color]