Bonafied Lovin'

[Sawyer Lynn]

After the little emotional display between two seemingly retired pranksters, Sawyer felt compelled to pay her friend's secret girlfriend a visit. Yes, she had been convinced that there was nothing serious going on between the two but as each day passed, all she could think about was, if it hadn't been serious, why even bother telling? It could have just been said in passing but Lucy actually indulged Sawyer when asked. If it wasn't serious, Lucy would have brushed it off, wouldn't she?

So of course, Sawyer felt it was her duty to a friend to scope out the potential love interest, just to see if there was anything redeemable about the Brit her Aussie had seen enough to spend more than one time with her.

Sneaking into the Brit's dorm room, Sawyer found the girl at the desk and crept up behind her, covering her eyes with both hands and channelling Lucy's voice, she leaned in close and whispered. "Hey babe. Missed you."

[OOC: Please please please have Penelope be as aggressive as possible 8D]

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

It was unusual for Penelope to have her door open. If she wasn't in her dorm, it was always closed and usually locked, and if she was in her dorm, well, it was usually closed so she wouldn't be bothered. If anyone had wanted her, they could knock.

Today, however, Penny had been cleaning and in the process accidentally spilled a bottle of the cleaner from her desk. Now her room smelt very strongly cleaning solution. Although it was all natural cleaner (due to recently finding out that one of her dorm mates was allergic to regular cleaners), it wasn't very pleasant to smell lemon verbena in such a large dosage, so she opted to open her door to try and air out her room.

The Brit didn't dare leave her room door open while gone, so she decided to stay and do a bit of light reading. Penny sat herself down on the desk, a table cover resting over the wood. She had been tired of trying to not use her desk, and determined that as long as she physically didn't touch the thing, the psychometrist could once again use it.

She hadn't heard anyone come in, for she was too sucked into the book – Reviving Ophelia – to notice. Was the consequences of leaving your door open. The moment she felt hands over her face, Penelope straightened her back in surprise. Although covered, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she heard a familiar voice say something that was completely unfamiliar sounding.

This wasn't right.

Lucy wouldn't touch her like that, nor would she speak to Penny like that, or even enter her room without making herself known.

Immediately, she pulled her head away from the hands, knowing well that those were not the hands that had touched her face so many times before. She turned and looked up, confusion clearly coloring her features to see what was going on.

...Only to have that confusion quickly turn to surprise. And then anger.

She pushed herself up from the chair, physically moving herself from the girl. “What in God's name are you doing in my room?!” she demanded, although that was the first thing she asked, it wasn't the first question on her mind. Why had she sounded like Lucy, of all people? Her eyes narrowed at Sawyer, having no idea that she had any connection with her Australian.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer couldn't help the snort and giggle that came after Penelope literally jumped away from her touch. Her question was met with another laugh. Okay, it won't ever get old, seeing this girl overreact to things.

Although admittedly, Sawyer had actually hesitated for a milisecond when she saw the look of anger on Penelope's face.

Clearing her throat, Sawyer shrugged and responded. "I dunno. Just thought I'd pay a visit." She paused, leaning against the desk and focusing on the girl's face, instead of letting her eyes roam down her body. She had to be nice, she reminded herself.

"And to apologise. Sort of. I mean you overreacted to a lot of shit but I'm willing to be the bigger person and admit that I shouldn't have acted the way I did so...truce?" She reached a hand out towards Penelope and gave her a somewhat genuine smile on her face.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penelope pursed her lips as the voice mimic giggled. This was not a laughing matter. She crossed her arms over her chest, her anger bubbling as Sawyer didn’t even seemed phased about entering her room without permission.

“I don’t have an open door policy.” Privacy was a huge part of Penelope’s life – those she let enter her room should be considered lucky, although there really was only one person she did allow inside.

And that was the person that Sawyer mimicked. It sparked an angered curiosity in the Brit. “If you think coming into my room and impersonating Lucy Serrano will somehow put you in good favor, you certainly don’t know me.” It was the most she would offer as a response to the apology.

She looked at the hand offered to her, before looking back at Sawyer, her dark eyes clearly showing the frustration she felt. Penny made no effort to uncross her arms, let alone take the hand offered as a truce.

[Sawyer Lynn]

"I don't understand what you're saying," Sawyer shook her head, her grin still intact. She was not going to let this uptight prim and proper 'lady' sway her from the real reason she came here.

Although she was definitely going nowhere with her apology since the Brit was not having any of that. Her little speech about good favours had Sawyer pursing her lips so she wouldn't start laughing again. "Oh so you know Lucy Serrano enough to recognise her voice. That's interesting." Sawyer rubbed her chin with the hand she had offered yet wasn't accepted. "She whisper a lot of sweet nothings to you then?" She raised an eyebrow with a smirk that could have matched Lucy's if she was there for a comparison.

"Okay, okay I shouldn't tease. I'm actually really here to apologise." Sawyer cleared her throat so it doesn't get too raspy, as it usually did for the voice mimic. "We started on the wrong foot, and even though some of the blame has to go to you, I guess if pressed, I'll also say I had a hand to play in that." She shrugged. "Semantics, something I'm pretty sure you know eeeeverything about.

"Now, I'd hate for us to keep on hating on each other just because the other refuses to accept the blame for something now that I think about it was so stupid, so yeah. You're a cool gal. Even if you do correct people's most minute mistakes, what do ya say we just put that aside and lemme ask you what it feels like being branded by the ever elusive Lucy Serrano?" She quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Was it truly possible that Sawyer hadn't seen anything wrong with just coming into Penelope's room without permission? “In what universe is it acceptable to walk into someone's room uninvited?” she asked coldly. She refused to acknowledge the grin on her face.

“It's not hard to recognize--” that loud, obnoxious, accented voice. The words had caught in her throat as Sawyer continued. “--What are you talking about?” The Brit's jaw clenched. She had no idea how to handle this. She sucked in a short, frustrated breath, eyes catching sight of a smirk that looked just a bit too similar to her's for Penelope's liking.

Penny was left completely speechless. She opened her mouth, eyebrows rising slightly. Nothing. She had nothing. She pressed her lips together in a hard line, completely missing the voice mimic's half compliment. Penny had only managed to catch up on the conversation when Sawyer mentioned the Australian's name. Her eyes widened, fingers digging into her crossed arms.

“Branded?”

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Uh...I don't know...when I can walk in without kicking the door down?" The voice mimic raised her shoulders and hands up with a side grin. She knew this wasn't doing her any favours but hell if she wasn't having any fun. This girl had a serious case of need-to-loosen-up-a-bit and Sawyer was not going to let up until she did.

She did feel slightly bad when the Brit lost all forms of speech. ...who was she kidding, that was the best part of all this.

And then her take away from everything she had said was exactly the response Sawyer was expecting.

"Oh, was I not supposed to know how you got those hickies?" She asked, her smirk deepening. "I'm sorry. I guess I really should mind my own business. Duh." She hit the side of her head lightly and shook her head in mock seriousness. "But I guess I do owe you a bigger apology for thinking that the only reason you were so damn uptight was because you hadn't been banged. And then you went on got yourself the hottest chick to bang. Damn girl. Up top!" She raised one hand up to receive a high five she knew was never going to come.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Sawyer might as well have kicked the door down; even if the voice mimic had simply walked in uninvited, Penny viewed the two acts similarly.

Penny felt her fingers twitch, she naturally wanted to tug at the high collar of her dress. She knew nothing could be seen under the material, but the Brit naturally wanted somehow cover the base of her neck even more so now. Instead, she cleared her throat, refusing to allow herself the action. It’d give away that Sawyer was right.

“You should.” Penny snapped back a little too quickly; it had been an instinctual reaction before she could think about an appropriate answer. It hadn’t been until a moment later that she realized her mistake. By agreeing that Sawyer should mind her own business, she practically admitted to the activities Lucy and herself did behind closed doors.

It was too late to take it back now.

Her eyes flicked up to the hand offered to her as a high five, and her arms remained crossed. Unimpressed. Angered. “How?”

[Sawyer Lynn]

Truth of the matter was, Sawyer probably would have kicked the door down had it been locked. Privacy and boundaries were not words the voice mimic could attribute herself to being fully aware of. She may need help.

And then, of all things Penelope could do, she went ahead and gave Sawyer the confirmation she needed. A soft smile adorned the voice mimic for a milisecond before the smirk came back full force. "Noted." She gave Penelope a small salute.

Her question caused Sawyer to widen her eyes and press her hand against her chest. "Oh, God, I'm on a roll with these apologies today. Sorry! I should have started off with introducing myself properly." She waved a dismissive hand and laughed airily. "I'm Lucy's girlfriend! I suppose she didn't tell you because I am a little bit of an embarrassment, admittedly. But it's okay! I honestly don't mind sharing my girlfriend. She's a handful sometimes so really, you're doing me a world of a favour. She just can't keep her hands off me!"

Sawyer ended that little spiel with a wide unassuming smile and a little lift of her shoulders, as though the idea simply delighted her.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Had Penelope caught the softened smile on Sawyer, she would have likely questioned it, but the Brit had been a bit occupied being annoyed by the voice mimic to catch it. She only caught sight of an obnoxious smirk and the even more obnoxious salute.

For barely a second, the Brit's eyes widened as Sawyer introduced herself as Lucy's girlfriend. She raised her eyebrows, lips pressed into a hard line. There was no way it was true; Lucy had told her that she wasn't with anyone else, and Penelope trusted the Australian's word over this girl's. Sawyer seemed to enjoy irritating Penny, and although she felt like the voice mimic was lying, it didn't stop her anger from bubbling over.

“You have no right to invade on my personal life. You can't just come into my room uninvited, make a poor attempt at pretending to be someone else, comment on my private life,” She uncrossed her arms, curling her hands into fists, “and then say that.”

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer dropped her smirk in the form of an eyeroll at Penelope's reaction. Oh this girl really did need to loosen up. So badly. Sawyer was just not sure she'd be able to break that wall down. Well, at least not right now. There was no way she was going to give up though.

Although she did feel a little insulted that Penelope thought her mimicry of Lucy was poor. She didn't let it get under her skin though. She was pretty far off from perfecting anybody's voice yet. Except maybe Christopher Walken. If anyone ever accused her of being a poor impersonator of him, of all people, would be cut so hard.

"If you say so." She simply said with a little happy shrug. She pushed off Penelope's desk and walked over to the door. "But hey, if you get tired of banging my girlfriend, I'm always up for some fun." She chuckled. "Who am I kidding, why would you even get tired of that?" She waved to Penelope over her shoulder and sauntered out of the room and consequently the dorm.