"If you don't get up and take a shower, I'm going to be forced to carry you downstairs, deposit you in the back of the car, and take you to the ballet exactly as you are." He groaned when he realized his threat had no impact on her dazed expression and he stooped to gather her sleepy form in his arms and lift. Her small body was dead weight as she hung limp in his arms. His back strained as he lifted her into the air. He felt it twinge spitefully when she began to thrash in his arms. "Okay, okay. Put me down. I'm awake." Her feet hit the floor with a thud and she pounded off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Standing in front of the mirror that was still covered with the steam of the previous occupant's shower, wiping it with the shirt she had stripped from her body, she watched as the tongue licked the glass. "This is a disgusting shirt, by the way." She stuck her head out the door. When she found him across the room, she stuck her own tongue out. "Just thought you should know that." "Disgusting? It's a classic. That's the "Stone", girl you don't know what you're talking about." He returned her gesture and began to head menacingly toward the door. "Now get your butt in that shower and get ready!" Isaiah stopped mid-way through the living room when she ducked back in the steamy room and the door slammed once again. He smiled as he heard the shower door slide closed and the water begin its dance again. Karen stepped out of the bathroom. Creeping into the hall, looking in both directions with a worried glance. She watched for any signs of her suitor, as she stood there wrapped in a towel, and dripping on the hardwood floor. Not seeing him, she made a dash for her room and closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief. Safe… for now. She gave a moment's thought to lying down and hiding beneath the covers, hoping he wouldn't think to look for her in there. Her hopes of slumber were dashed when she heard him move about in the hallway humming the tune from the shower once again.