Room 217, Saturday Night

Savannah was sprawled on the bed with a notebook. In theory, she was trying to write a letter to Adam. In reality, it just wasn't happening. Everytime she started writing a letter to someone back home, she ended up doodling Johnny's name and silly things like hearts.

She groaned and faceplanted into her pillow.

She was being girly and silly.



[[OOC: So very open]]

Room 217, Saturday Night

Savannah was sprawled on the bed with a notebook. In theory, she was trying to write a letter to Adam. In reality, it just wasn't happening. Everytime she started writing a letter to someone back home, she ended up doodling Johnny's name and silly things like hearts.

She groaned and faceplanted into her pillow.

She was being girly and silly.



[[OOC: So very open]]