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If it weren't for the fact that Demy was introducing her to a new team member, Heather may have ignored the familiar rapping on her front door. Lucky for him.

She let the earbuds from her MP3 player drop over her shoulders, "Just a minute!" she called out towards to door. Yanking the plug from her sink, she listened as the water drained. Dishes had been done. She could not tolerate a dirty kitchen after she'd finished cooking. She was a little meticulous in that regard. This didn't always go so well with visits from Scheelite. He was... well, he wasn't exactly Mr.Clean, so to speak.

Shoving her drycloth onto a hanger below the sink itself, she made her way to the front door. She could almost see the doofy grin on Schee's face before she even opened it up.

"He....lllllll no." she squeaked out as her eyes were automatically drawn towards the case of Rockstar.

"No. NO." she shook her head. "You expect to actually get something accomplished here and you bring... THAT?" she groaned. It was the last thing that she, or Demy needed.

"Oh yeah, be a real shame if you fell asleep." she scoffed as he managed to get his way passed her. She didn't need to turn around to know where he'd landed himself. If nothing else, he was a creature of habit.

"Fine, but if you start to get hyper I'm taking it for the rest of the evening." there was probably no way in hell that she was actually going to be able to wrestle the drink away from Demy, but the threat was lingering, and Demy likely would not be clearly certain on that fact. Best to leave it to linger, let him think on it, and hopefully he'd think better than to argue with her about it.

"Where's this new one, by the way. I figured you'd have them in tow with you?" she peered around outside the door, not seeing anyone. "Did you scare them away already?" her voice was teasing, though she wouldn't be terribly surprised herself if that was the case.

"I see." she shut the door, sighed heavily, and turned to move towards the boy. As she walked across the floor, kicking his shoes with her foot to the side (she couldn't figure out how he'd gotten out of them, had he even stopped to take them off?), a thought crossed her mind, and she stared at the back of Demy's head.

"Umm... Demy, dear." she started with that clearly superficial sweetness that most anyone who has ever worked in retail is familiar with. In her case, it came from years working the pageant circuit, but it all worked the same.

"Does she know how to get here?"

Zac had warned her about Demy and his tendency to be somewhat forgetful so it was no surprise to her when she recieved the directions the night of the sleepover well after she was packed and ready. Almost twenty minutes went by before a knock on the door was heard.

Standing on the other side was the pigtailed girl holding a red sleeping bag and a backpack while sporting yet another comfortable hoodie and sweats. "Demy... your a dork you know that right?" Shaking her head with a smile she made her way in before putting down the sleeping bag to offer a hand to Heather, "Lorelei Aremati, I'm glad to finally meet you."

"Am not Lorelei! And hey sup, come on in and get comfortable!
In the brief moment it had taken Heather to greet the new arrival, Demy had shot out a hand to snatch a cookie and shove it right into his mouth. Oh, he was good. He had to give himself mental pats on the back for amazing cookie theft.

Oh right, maybe he should have told Heather about the sleepover. ...Or not! She couldn't argue it now. Demy: 1, Heather: 0

"SOOOO welcome to Team Nightravers headquarters! There's one more important thing to note..."
Here he had moved to dig in his bag, quickly pulling out a sign crafted from a piece of paper and what looked like crayon. Maybe colored pencil. It simple stated "Captain's Chair" and was quickly attached to the chair he had his a** plopped in.
"Mine."

If Demetri Wright was a cat, at the moment his back would be raised, fur sticking straight up, and teeth bared in a hiss.

Thankfully he was not a cat, but he looked just as equally pissed off.
"One."
He held up a finger to illustrate his points as he ticked them off.
"Hillworth is boy's only. I unfortunately go to Hillworth. You are not a boy. Doesn't work now does it? Two! Teleporting, I know it can be done. It's not a good idea to teleport into someone's room. Especially your commanding officer's room. I would probably hit the hell out of you with something before you even got a few steps, and I -am- in the room a fair amount of the time Zac is there. Finally. Three! You have sleepovers with my boyfriend without telling me and I'll kill you myself."

Here he grinned, a slightly crazy twitchy little grin.
"and I'm so not joking. I don't mind you hanging out with him! He needs friends! But you get a little too close for my comfort, and I will kill you. And I have helped kill a Senshi before, so don't think I can't do it."

So that was the slightly off kilter part of Demy that Zac had mentioned. Apparently she had just stumbled on the biggest red button in the world with the black DO NOT PRESS text all over it.

Holding up her hands she made a small heart towards Demy, "You need to learn how to take a joke Demy, I wouldn't actually do that, just making a point. Though teleporting into your room I would hope you would stop to think for a moment before hitting me. What if I was hurt and needed help? Also to be honest Zac, having a sleep over? C'mon you know he would never do that."

Leaning over she picked up a cookie and took a bite before staring at Demy very hard for a moment before nodding to Heather, a small 'thank you' for telling Demy to calm the hell down. "So... besides laying down the ground rules of don't touch Demy's Zac, what now?"