"Ah, I understand. It's scary if you've never, you know, done it before." He licks his lips. "That sounds orgasmic...I suppose that was a poor choice of adjective given the subject matter," he says, laughing a bit.

"I have an older brother, but I haven't seen him in a while. He lives in London, actually," he says, putting his arm around her shoulder. "This place seems okay," he says, looking up at a Best Western.

she nods acceptance of the hotel. "i love hotels. i think i could live in them forever. never having a place to call my own.just a check out time and a gideons bible." she looks at derrick and tries picturing him older. "i'm sure you are the sweeter of the two of you."

teresa chuckles and hands the clerk her almost as virginal as she is credit card. "give us something nice. i'm baking my man a cake."" she says as sexy as baking can sound. "i'm going with bitter.i've heard london is a hell hole.


ooc:actually,nigella lawson makes baking sound sexy. everything she says is like word porn.

"i can run across the street and get some,if you'd like?" she offers. "proper southern cockroaches." she makes roach sounds.


ooc:seriously. the south has some bad ass roaches. they'll take 3 rounds from an airsoft pistol. they are about 3 inches long and can fly. and yes,i shoot bugs with an airsoft pistol. sometimes i answer my own question as to why miss hess left me.

teresa looks around the room before sitting on the bed."yup. far better than the old van...i hope gabe is going to be ok..but not enough to where i want to invite him in. "i should run out to the store to get the cake stuff." she says,without making any effort to actually leave.

ooc: i thought so too. stepping on them seems unsporting. yikes.i think that one wins. these usually stay put after having holes put through them.

"breakfast cake? " she says,warming to the idea."yeah,i'm not really in the mood to go shopping. it looks all transienty out there. i so hate lying to them and telling them i dont have any money. but it sounds better than saying "i do have money,but i dont want to give you any." she says sadly,as she knows she herself could be out there on the streets.

"me too." she says sadly. "it pisses me off when people dont give them money because they are going to spend it on booze. if you were homeless,would you want to get drunk too? its not like that 3.50 is going to buy you a warm bed." she says,shaking her head. "tomorrow it is.cake time in the am...or pm. depending on when we get up." she says with a yawn.

" we're musicians.we're allowed to be lazy." she says with a grin."happy early valentines day to you too,derrick.i love you so so much!" she hesitates slightly. "it may not be...you know,but you wanna sleep.um...sans clothes?" she says with giggle.

ooc:i gots to hit the hay,mr jones. we'll just say "stuff" happened.

teresa wakes up in the bed,next to derrick.naked as the day she was born...aside from her glasses. she must have fallen asleep wearing them. she smiles at derrick and kisses him on the cheek. she wasnt made a woman last night,but close enough. she swings her legs out of bed and whistles as she puts her clothes on. she writes a note and places it on derrick's sleeping face. "went to get cake stuff.teresa."