Room 211, after class, before rehearsal

Priestly whistled softly to himself, still hyped up from laser tag in class, as he put the finishing touches on the sandwiches for rehearsal. Ramone was doing laps -- up the cage, through the air to Priestly's head, down his back or arm, try to steal some cheese, get chased back to the cage. Over all, it was a lovely sort of afternoon.

( Well, until his laptop beeped )

He hung up the phone and thumped his head down onto the desk, narrowly avoiding a pastrami on rye. Now he had a day and a half to wash the dye out of his hair, get the polish off his nails, pick up retainers for his piercings and foundation for his tattoo, and shave.

This sucked.

[ooc: establishy, but the post can most definitely be open.]