And baby, don't you know nothing good happens after midnight?

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Who: Just tasteslikepnk
What: A misunderstanding
When: Saturday morning, 2:30 AM
Where: A block or two away from the Tilted Kilt (for this purpose I’m going with there’s one in Miami) followed by a police station
Rating: Not too bad

Saying she was tired was an understatement, Rachel was borderline exhausted. Having decided to head back to Miami early, Rachel left Port Charlotte nearly eight and a half hours later than planned due to finishing up things at the new office. She was grateful for the fact that it was a relatively short drive, if one considered three and a half hours short.
Leaning her head against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes for a brief second, waiting for the light to change to green, as talk radio washed over her. The sound of knuckles tapping against her window broke her from her stupor, causing her to accidentally hit her horn. Clutching her heart, she cautiously looked to the side to see a skimpily dressed woman waving at her and motioning to roll down the window. Blinking once, twice, three times, the shadowed face clicked in Rachel’s memory as she rolled the window down, the woman being one of her housemates from the Real World. "Oh my fucking God" Rachel let out a relieved breath as she looked the woman over "Angie, I thought you were going to mug me."

"No, I was just really hoping that it was you. Can I ask you a huge favor? My person forgot to pick me up work so I’m stuck walking…unless you want to give me a ride?" Rachel nodded, unlocking the passenger door so the other woman could get in. Getting the directions, Rachel headed towards the other woman’s apartment and learned the story about the outfit – it was the uniform for the waitresses at the Tilted Kilt.

( Not even a mile down the road, the flashing lights of a patrol car turned on behind Rachel’s car. )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

And baby, don't you know nothing good happens after midnight?

[tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com]

Who: Just tasteslikepnk
What: A misunderstanding
When: Saturday morning, 2:30 AM
Where: A block or two away from the Tilted Kilt (for this purpose I’m going with there’s one in Miami) followed by a police station
Rating: Not too bad

Saying she was tired was an understatement, Rachel was borderline exhausted. Having decided to head back to Miami early, Rachel left Port Charlotte nearly eight and a half hours later than planned due to finishing up things at the new office. She was grateful for the fact that it was a relatively short drive, if one considered three and a half hours short.
Leaning her head against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes for a brief second, waiting for the light to change to green, as talk radio washed over her. The sound of knuckles tapping against her window broke her from her stupor, causing her to accidentally hit her horn. Clutching her heart, she cautiously looked to the side to see a skimpily dressed woman waving at her and motioning to roll down the window. Blinking once, twice, three times, the shadowed face clicked in Rachel’s memory as she rolled the window down, the woman being one of her housemates from the Real World. "Oh my fucking God" Rachel let out a relieved breath as she looked the woman over "Angie, I thought you were going to mug me."

"No, I was just really hoping that it was you. Can I ask you a huge favor? My person forgot to pick me up work so I’m stuck walking…unless you want to give me a ride?" Rachel nodded, unlocking the passenger door so the other woman could get in. Getting the directions, Rachel headed towards the other woman’s apartment and learned the story about the outfit – it was the uniform for the waitresses at the Tilted Kilt.

( Not even a mile down the road, the flashing lights of a patrol car turned on behind Rachel’s car. )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

[VOICEMAIL for rockstarwarbler]

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during this

Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.

[VOICEMAIL for rockstarwarbler]

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during this

Blaine? Shit okay, I figured you wouldn't answer because you don't recognize the number or you're busy with Kurt, but that's beside the point, I'm kind of in trouble? It's a bullshit reason why and you obviously don't care because I'm a complete asshole and this deserved to happen to me and I deserve an 'I told you so' among other things, Puck can fill you in if he hears the story. Right, anyway, I just wanted to apologize for how shitty of a friend I am, a legitimate apology, not the bullshit ones that I usually give. Okay, I've got to go because I need someone who is able to bail me out...like now. Okay bye.