The scent of a woman [LUCAS]

Having woken up a little early on the weekend, Ebony had decided that her classroom needed a little more supplies. With that thought in mind, she had made her way over to the Art Supplies Room but was now having extreme trouble picking out which colors she should bring along. "I want to bring everything," Ebony muttered to herself sounding seriously unpleased- but was just being silly. Browsing and browsing; Ebony had made a little pile of paint, charcoal, coloring pencils, and various other things in the corner of the room. The whole time she browsed though, Ebony sung to herself various songs that happened to run through her mind as she looked. She even danced a little, despite being terrible at dancing- of course though; Ebony was by herself and being by herself resulted in her acting more like a nut then she usually was.

Finally, Ebony decided to brave the very top shelf of the room. She knew that she'd have to look at it before she left, but the thing that bothered her was the she'd have to use the crappy small portable stair steps they had in the room for the teachers assistance. Sighing heavily, Ebony set the stairs steps infront of the shelves and went to the second to top step. She was afterall a tall woman, and enjoyed to a stretch every now and then.

Peering at all the colors, Ebony spotted one that she desired. The problem was simply that it was in the very back, and that was just a wee bit faraway. "C'mon Queen," she muttered to herself as she rolled up the sleeves of her snug brown shirt. Standing on her tippy toes, Ebony began to reach into the very back of the shelf (of course she wouldn't have enough sense to just take another step up). As she stretched her arm and body, slowly she lifted one of her legs in attempt too grab the color she wanted so badly.

On another note, wearing a medium length skirt was nice- but not in situations like this. Having her back to the door, anyone who happened to come in would have quite the nice view of her extremely long legs and just a tiny bit of inappropriate underwear.

It was Saturday, and Luke had already done the whole breakfast/mild forced exercise to keep from staying in shape routine. He was in kind of a sour mood because he'd had to use the StairMaster for like twenty minutes (ugh.), and quite a few students had come in and insisted on talking to him while he was working out despite it being a weekend. He really should get a membership at the Chamberlain gym... but oh, this one was free, even if he had to share it with his students sometimes...

In order to avoid students, he headed for exactly the one place they wouldn't be on a weekend; the classrooms wings. He could re-stock his room, maybe even sculpt a little. Lucas stopped by his classroom and made a brief list of what he needed, then headed for the arts supplies closet, humming quietly to himself.

When he got to the closet he caught a sight he hadn't seen in, admittedly, a while; a lady's underwear. The new 2-D teacher, Ebony was it?, was high up on a ladder, her skirt a little too short and her everything out there to see. He leaned against the door frame, coughing lightly into his hand and averting his eyes as best he could, though the whole situation was really quite funny.

"Um, excuse me," he said, coughing again as he snuck past the ladder to grab a few boxes of clay, his eyes lingering over Ebony's pile of booty (pahaha...) with amusement before squeezing back past her ladder carefully. "Just... need some clay. Oh, wait..." Lucas pulled out his list from his back pocket, reading it carefully before smiling and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Just kidding... wow I haven't re-stocked in a while."

At the sound of someone coughing, Ebony immediately froze. It was man's voice, which of course made her eyes open wider. It seemed as everyone was surprising her recently, and this person was no exception. Realizing that the voice belonged to one of the art teachers, she frowned- attempting to place the voice somewhere. "Lucas?" she thought outloud as the leg she was balancing on began to quiver from the pressure of keeping her whole body up. Before she knew it, the ladder moved out from under her and Ebony gasped outloud as she started to fall. Geez, could this day be any more fun?