Not again...

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways: Virginia is frustrated.

The door actually changed into a mirror before she stumbled through. She looked around, confused, her face clearly twisted into a look that could only be described as "WTF?"

She was used to ending up in strange places.

They weren't usually bars.

"Where's Wendell's attic?" she asked the bar at large.

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Lead on, my dreamy heroine!" He bounces up, tail wagging.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Not so long ago, a proclamation like that would have earned Wolf rolling eyes and possibly a shove.

At it stood, he only got the rolling eyes, but there was a smile on her face, and she was still holding on tightly to his hand. They walked around the room looking for someone that looked like a server or bartender or something, but as luck would have it, there was no one around at that hour.

Virginia stopped, leaning against the bar and against Wolf's arm simultaneously, harrumphed, blowing air out of the corner of her mouth, and said, "What does someone have to do to get a room around here?"

A key suddenly materialized on the wooden counter, bearing the number 10.

"Oh. Ask."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He didn't particularly mind being drug about the bar by the most beautiful woman he'd ever set eyes on (and that includes the one sitting on the bar, over there. Topless. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3602396.html?thread=142249180#t142249180)

Virginia suddenly stopped against the bar; Wolf stopped beside her. He was like a fifth appendage or something.

"..." He's staring at the key, you know.

He's still grasping the idea of the bar being sentient, but apparently she has a sense of humour.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Virginia caught the joke too, yeah. She picked up the key.

"Whoa, topless lady," she said, her eyes widening when she saw the same blond across the room. She looked at Wolf. "Come on. So I can show you another topless lady." She dangled the key teasingly from her hand.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh, is that a promise?" he grins, reaching for her rather than the key.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Mm. A Promise, yeah." She kissed him, then hooked a hand into the hem of his pants and started dragging him along towards a door that she'd seen open a few times that looked to have halls with other doors beyiond it.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

She didn't have to drag very hard. He followed quite willingly, tail swishing. A little ways down the hall they found the door to number 10. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notjustananimal/952.html#comments)