damn, didn't get you your porn, Tan
Sep. 23rd, 2008 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaAnother mystery solved, another case closed, another silly, stupid bad guy off to jail. Daphne smiled and filled up the ice bucket. The hotel was giving them all a couple free nights as a reward, and Daphne was grateful that they didn't have to go to some skeezy cheap motel, or worse yet sleep in the Mystery Machine. The M.M. was okay for the guys, but Daphne hated the way it crinkled her skirt. Plus Fred was a groper, and Daphne was sick of his hands on her tits. He could claim he was asleep all he wanted, Daphne knew better.
Daphne opened up the door to the room she and Velma were sharing and flounced in. "Velma?"
Velma was sitting in an arm chair in the corner, her legs pulled up under her and a book open on her lap. Daphne didn't need to see the cover to know it was one of Ben Ravencroft's horror novels. Velma closed the book and set it aside, title down. "Oh, hi Daph. You get the ice?" Velma's allergies had been acting up and she sounded a little more nasal than usual.
Daphne hoped Velma hadn't been tearing up over that jerk. "I hope you weren't crying over that jerk." Daphne snapped, setting the ice bucket down with a little more force than necessary. "It's been a couple of years and ooooooooooh…" Daphne was still mad about it. How dare that creep first hit on Velma, and then trick them all into unleashing a ghost, and try to kill them!
"I just like his books, Daphne." Velma sounded resigned. Velma had seemed tired a lot lately, and it was making Daphne worry. "Are you going to take a shower?" Velma unfolded from the arm chair, and Daphne noticed she had ditched her shoes already. The sensible red Mary Jane's weren't actually all that sensible when you were running around after ghouls and goblins. Still they competed Velma's red on orange outfit. Red and orange weren't colors Daphne could wear, her hair clashed, and so did her coloring, but they looked good on Velma.
"You can go first." Daphne smiled at Velma and flopped down onto the bed near the bathroom. "Man, I'm pooped."
Velma gave a short laugh, and walked past Daphne to the bathroom. Daphne closed her eyes and relaxed. The hotel was high class, but you could still hear things like water running. It wasn't long before Daphne heard the sound of the shower turning on. It wasn't hard to imagine Velma standing under the hot water, her glasses set off on the sink, and her bleary brown eyes blinking in the dim bathroom lighting. Velma's body was short and stocky, a contract to Daphne's tall and slim form. Velma had bigger breasts too, maybe around a D, while Daphne was between the B/C range. And Velma had those wide hips and muscular legs…
Daphne looked down her body and wiggled her toes at herself. They were painted purple to match her outfit. "Damn." She whispered quietly. She wished she had decided to take the shower first.
Daphne opened up the door to the room she and Velma were sharing and flounced in. "Velma?"
Velma was sitting in an arm chair in the corner, her legs pulled up under her and a book open on her lap. Daphne didn't need to see the cover to know it was one of Ben Ravencroft's horror novels. Velma closed the book and set it aside, title down. "Oh, hi Daph. You get the ice?" Velma's allergies had been acting up and she sounded a little more nasal than usual.
Daphne hoped Velma hadn't been tearing up over that jerk. "I hope you weren't crying over that jerk." Daphne snapped, setting the ice bucket down with a little more force than necessary. "It's been a couple of years and ooooooooooh…" Daphne was still mad about it. How dare that creep first hit on Velma, and then trick them all into unleashing a ghost, and try to kill them!
"I just like his books, Daphne." Velma sounded resigned. Velma had seemed tired a lot lately, and it was making Daphne worry. "Are you going to take a shower?" Velma unfolded from the arm chair, and Daphne noticed she had ditched her shoes already. The sensible red Mary Jane's weren't actually all that sensible when you were running around after ghouls and goblins. Still they competed Velma's red on orange outfit. Red and orange weren't colors Daphne could wear, her hair clashed, and so did her coloring, but they looked good on Velma.
"You can go first." Daphne smiled at Velma and flopped down onto the bed near the bathroom. "Man, I'm pooped."
Velma gave a short laugh, and walked past Daphne to the bathroom. Daphne closed her eyes and relaxed. The hotel was high class, but you could still hear things like water running. It wasn't long before Daphne heard the sound of the shower turning on. It wasn't hard to imagine Velma standing under the hot water, her glasses set off on the sink, and her bleary brown eyes blinking in the dim bathroom lighting. Velma's body was short and stocky, a contract to Daphne's tall and slim form. Velma had bigger breasts too, maybe around a D, while Daphne was between the B/C range. And Velma had those wide hips and muscular legs…
Daphne looked down her body and wiggled her toes at herself. They were painted purple to match her outfit. "Damn." She whispered quietly. She wished she had decided to take the shower first.
