It's late dusk in the room formerly shared by Elise and Christine, but it's still hot as hell. Two girls make a twine of flesh under the sheets. Elise is coiled around Revi like an expensive accessory or an exceedingly exotic pet. They share a cigarette, caught in that post-coitus haze where only the most immediate of brain functions seems to work. Her neck's curved gently, passing cancer-stick back and forth. The window A/C is turned to full blast, crinkling the smoke in the air, tangling it with wisps of dancing hair, sheets a rumpled pool over their hips.

Eyes glance sidelong to the door, like she's expecting company. She's not. Not at all. Call it ghostly intuition.

Revi has her hands cradled behind her head, occasionally reaching over to take that smoke from El's fingers. She looks lazy, catlike almost, basking in the shared afterglow of a very enthusiastic tryst. The sheets are pooled around her hips, leaving flat, toned stomach and chest bare, black tattoo on her right arm glistening with dewy sweat. She glances up and over as El looks towards the door, following her line of sight with her own, cocking one black brow.

A sigh, shaking her head as she reads Revi's expression. Long hair dances in front of her face. "Nah, it's nothing. Just a weird feeling, you know? Like something unexpected is coming but you just can't figure out what the hell it is?" Face buried back into her collarbone, hiding her eyes. Her body makes a subtle C over Revi's.

"Calm before the storm, yeah? Who knows." She takes another drag on the smoke, curling her arm back around the smaller girl once the cig is spent, tossing it in to a murky cup of water filled with butts, standard feature. "Helluva day, El." That grin, almost feral, returns. "Got a lot of work ahead of us, I'm thinking."

"Mmnn..." Lazy, cat-eyed. "I've got plans. We're gonna have to start finding hiding places for all the goods. Recruiting girls... Planning break-ins.... Picking out a name for ourselves... Me and Chris had the underpinnings of it in place before they took her off..." She nuzzles into the girl's collar. The first, scattered splash of fat summer raindrops plop against the window frame.

Chris just missed it stepping into the dorm building, but the slow fat raindrops have settled into a rapid patter against the windows, practically turning to steam in the muggy hot air. Seems they'd just missed each other throughout the course of the day. Elise must have just slipped out the door when Christine slipped in, kept herself occupied playing hookie while her roommate had slipped off to class. Hell, if you want to talk about ironic juxtapositions, El's just the girl to talk to. Equally hot, equally exhausted, but sexually satisfied. Her brain feels like mush, but it's funny how quickly your body can respond to the little things in a place like this, isn't it? The turn of the door knob registers in her ears, and in a split, she's tumbled off of the bed, frantically trying to squeeze herself into an over-tight pair of jeans. She doesn't know if it's a monster, or a student, or an administrator, but there's no way she wants to get caught like this.

The doorway swings open, and she freezes. "Fuck..." she grumbles. The gray light of muggy dusk spills open with the light from the hallway, and Elise, staring at the doorway like a raccoon caught in the trash. It doesn't register at first, and then she hears Christine's voice. Chris doesn't even get a chance to finish her sentence. Elise crosses the gap in two bounds, too shocked and ecstatic to be embarrassed by or even register the fact that she's stripped from the waist up; as Christine is just winding up her sentence, at the exact moment she realizes what she's intruding on, the smaller girl barrels into her, cub of a girl squeezing her into a bear of a hug. She smells uncomfortably of fresh sex, half-naked and flush against Chris' body, but her tipped-up eyes are devoid of lust, face radiant. She doesn't even notice the tattered clothes, the bruises, the droop to Chris' demeanor, blabbering. "JesuschristchrisIthoughtthey'dgottenyouforgood!"

To her credit, Revi is the eye in the maelstrom of movement El just instigated. Once the door swings open and El's up like a shot, she reaches down to the floor to pick up her clothes, and sets about tugging on her shorts on and slipping her black top on over her modest chest. Dark, hawk-sharp eyes on the suitably battered Christine. She looked like she'd just gotten hit by a bus full of tentacles, and without the emotional attachment El quite clearly has, she can distance herself and look the girl over critically - this obviously isn't a lilting flower of a girl, or El wouldn't have had anything to do her to begin with.

Interesting.

There's no pang of jealousy to speak of either - the two clearly had history, and Revi and Elise had only just recently met. The thief's dark, near-black eyes roam over the two, and if Christine looks her way, she'll favor her with a brief, neutral smile and an uptilt of her chin, just the suggestion of a nod - again, Revi doesn't know her from anyone else here, but she's not as immediately hostile as she normally would be, being walked in on half-naked and in bed with another girl. Hell, the event was rare and then some for her to begin with, she was just relieved nobody else had been walking by at that particular point. Rep to maintain, such as it were. Revi's body is spare, neat, built to move, like a rock climber or freerunner.

"Door. Let her at least get in it, Jesus."

She speaks the words low, lips curling in to a faint, wry grin. Slim, deft fingers smooth hair back from in front of her eyes, tying it back in a messy black ponytail with a red elastic.