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By the time Charlotte had made it inside of Michaela's room, Mickey was already pulling out one of her folded, thick towels from the top shelf of her closet. The top shelf was used for storage like for the plastic casing her comforter came in, large trash bags, and towels and wash cloths along with a few extra toiletries. When the brunette was inside, Michaela had the towel draped over her left arm and turned to offer a silent raised eyebrow at Charlotte's initial question over the bathroom situation. While she could understand Charlotte's desire to acquiesce to Juliette and do whatever it took, as her sister, to make her comfortable so that Charlotte would not have to hear her mouth, Mickey had no such sensibilities. In fact, it probably still said something about her lack of self-preservation, not particularly caring about every action that she took, but she saw it as just not being in the mood. Could she possibly abstain from using both restrooms to keep Juliette Arnault from fumbling around with her red-faced anger/embarrassment? Quite possibly. Contrary to popular belief, Michaela actually did know how to believe in boundaries and adhere to them. At the same time, she also just didn't care.
"I guess," she drawled, voice ever-so-slightly lilting as she dragged out the pronunciation of the "e" in "guess." "I'm sure I can find some impossible way to resist the scintillating allure of the Arnault family charm...with the right distraction, of course." On that note, Mickey settled a rather flirtatious smile on Charlotte's sitting form, sauntering over to the brunette. While she probably should refrain from pushing a little hard in her flirtations in one day on her friend, Michaela wasn't impulsive for nothing. So, with barely a thought on stopping, Michaela continued with the rather suggestive smirk on her face, maintaining eye contact with Charlotte as she bent at her midsection and reached (and reaching around the girl was really unnecessary, but it was all about teasing with the infinitesimal space between them) around Charlotte to dig her hand under her mountain of pillows to find the pencil box she had kept purposefully in hiding beneath them. "Hmmm...what's wrong, Lottie," she asked lowly, voice just slightly (again, unnecessarily) breathy as her hand still searched, finger grazing the hard surface of the pencil box. "Not enough company for you?" It was only a second later that the suggestiveness on her face morphed back into childish glee as Michaela giggled, a bit amused by her own antics, and she finally grabbed the pencil box she honestly could have had in her grasp seconds ago. A moment later, she was out of Charlotte's air and standing straight again, opening the pink box in her hands. "But in all honesty, I don't know. Knowing Lia, she's either higher than a kite in the middle of a shopping spree at the Beverly Hills Center Mall or nursing a hangover. Nat should be on campus, though." She stated the last part on a nonchalant shrug, setting down her small bowl to have her hands free. With one less thing in her hand and the box open, Michaela sent a text to Natalya.
To: Nat
Boutta smoke 1 w/ Lottie. U in?