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Danny and Lolo

After finally deciding that taking out her anger on Logan's door wasn't going to help her get out of the room, Dana sat back against it.

"This is all your fault." She muttered angrily.

"My fault? How is you get locked in my fault?"

She glared at him. "If you weren't moping around, your roommates wouldn't have had to convince my roommates that I could fix it!" She slammed her head back against the door.

"Be careful." He said with a small laugh. "You might dent the door."

To spite him she did it again, then rubbed her head. He laughed again and she gave him a withering look.

"I hate you." She muttered.

He didn't reply.

"Let me see your key." She said suddenly, standing up.

"What? No way! . . . Why?"

"So I can unlock the door, idiot."

He fumbled for a moment before producing the key. "I want that back when you get out." He warned, tossing it to her.

"We'll see." She put the key in the keyhole and turned it. "Uh-oh. . ."

Logan sat up. "Uh-oh?"

"The key bent." She said pointedly, glaring at it. The key was indeed bent, twisted like playdough in the lock. She yanked it hard in an attempt to remove it and it stretched, the center drooping toward the floor. She let go of it quickly and jumped back, the semi-liquidic metal running down the side of the door.

Logan groaned. "That was the only copy of the key."

"Ok, we so have bigger problems right now. Such as, what the heck is going on with the doorknob?"

Logan followed her finger with his eyes. Said doorknob was beginnning to sag and droop, not dissimilar to what the key had done moments before. He shrugged. "It's melting." A pause. "Wit a second, my doorknowb is melting?!"

Dana simply fixed him with a look that said she thought he was incredibly stupid.

"Won't it catch the door on fire?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. Probably not."

"Are you sure?"

She rolled her eyes. "Nothing is burning yet, is it?" Without waiting for an answer she stalked across the room and stared out the window. "I'm going to kill Zoey and Nicole!"

"Why?"

She looked over at him sharply.

"I mean, why bother? You're going to france next week, why put two murders next to your name? Especially of people you'll never see again anyway."

"Good point." She conceded after a moment. "But I'm still going to kill them." She leaned forward to rest her forehead against the glass.