Hannah. 26. Writer of fanfiction and sundry, strange, and oft-silly original tales that I hope bring people joy. Black tea devotee. I really, really, really love lots of fictional things, especially if there are awesome ladies and giddy love stories and pretty dresses and unrepentant silliness involved. Also, funny dancing. Funny dancing is the BEST.
PARIS: You're having sex. Well, luckily, I just bought some noise-reducing headphones, so that'll help.
RORY: Oh boy.
PARIS: If I put the headphones on, then stuff towels under the door, that should do the trick.
RORY: Hey, if you've got extra towels to stuff, I got a location suggestion.
PARIS: How loud are you?
RORY: Paris, stop.
PARIS: Look, I don't care. I just need the information to formulate a good plan. I mean, you look all small and squeaky, but sometimes, it's exactly the bunny-looking girls who can blow the roof off the barn.