Getting An Education, 30/6 - Ali's Room (Warren)

[Dazzler]

[Continued from Just the Thing For a Weekday's Night]

Shoving open the door to her room with no more ceremony than it took to snatch away the vodka bottle (Winger showing willing was one thing, Winger over-doing it too quickly and throwing up all over her floor was another, less cool one), Ali led the way into her room, aiming a kick at one of the piles of discarded clothes to clear a route through for the boy she'd decided, on the way up, was going to be her new charge.

If she had to be stuck in this place with all its weirdoes, it was the least she could to do make sure that the impressionable (and hot) guy who'd gotten stuck here too didn't get corrupted into the ways of straight-ass lameness. She owed it to him, for the sake of dumb as shit but hot as hell innocents everywhere.

"Take a seat, Winger," she said, gesturing in a random arc that took in the bed, the arm chair with the collection of chains, belts, and bras draped over available hanging surfaces, and the floor, should he decide that suited better.

For herself, Ali made her way over to the stereo, in pride of place in the only small region of order in the room, and began to hunt through her CD wallets until she hit on what she was looking for: Electric Ladyland, picked up off one asshole of a wannabe boyfriend another a couple of years ago as an informal breakup settlement /payment for being lousy in bed.

She held up the CD for her Charge's inspection, grinning slightly and expertly setting it to spin on her little finger. "Are you experienced?" She let the Official Jimi question hang in the air, grinning even more wickedly, before spinning around and putting it into the disc drive.

[Angel]

Wow... Ali sure had a lot of... junk in her room.

That was about all Warren could think as he followed her (as best he could, he was walking a little crooked, but it was probably nothing!) into her room.

"Take a seat, Winger," she said, gesturing in a random arc...

Winger. He wasn't sure he liked it. But he was more than sure that he'd never tell her if he decided he didn't. Or, probably, if he decided he did. He wasn't sure exactly why... it was just some strange instinct.

Well, there was a chair there... but it had bras all over it. And while that was definitely a curiosity, that'd probably offend her. Or... wait. Would it? She sure wasn't wearing one now...

Beside the point.

Warren sat himself on the floor, just a few steps closer to the stereo Ali was now crouching beside. He noted that at least one part of her room was pretty clean-- seemed like the stereo was it though. Huh. He guessed it sort of made sense, since apparently Jimi Hendrix was so important to her.

Man. Fuzzy head. Weird.

She held up the CD for her Charge's inspection, grinning slightly and expertly setting it to spin on her little finger. "Are you experienced?" She let the Official Jimi question hang in the air, grinning even more wickedly, before spinning around and putting it into the disc drive.

Warren cocked his head slightly, tucking his wings up hard by his back. Sitting on the floor was probably kind of stupid of him... but oh well. He was down now.

Was he... experienced?

Man she was sure smiling funny when she said that. She didn't mean that, obviously... but man. Heh. Wow, talk about a one-track mind.

"I uh... I mean, not really," was all he said. He wasn't sure what he was talking about, but he figured it applied across the board. Those were the best chances, with Alison Blaire.