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Demands

"Hey check this out," Peter whistles.

Dawn and I appear at his sides only to be greeted with a gym locker full of women's underwear.

"Alright," Peter drawls, pick one up and playing with it. "So, Dawn, what size are you?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

Just as fast as I had blinked, Peter was on the ground clutching his very bloody nose.

"You punched me!" He stared up at her.

"I will not take harassment, Mr. Peter." Dawn huffs, sticking her nose in the air, she turns on her heel and stalks away.

"That freaking hurt!" Peter pulls himself up off the ground.

"We should take the under- er- garments just in case. It's clothing. I'm sure they don't want to wear the same under- uh- garments, all the time," I scratch the back of my neck.

"Sure," Peter smirks, "That's why. Are you sure you're not picturing a certain little Anna in this little number?" He holds up the one I'd been staring at.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, "Of course not." I reply shaking my head.

Peter continues to stare at me smugly. I groan before going back to the set of lockers I'd been working at.

"It's four forty-nine, we should probably wrap this up." Dawn appears, zipping up the bag she'd found.

We begin walking back lugging bags full of clothing, soaps, towels, brushes and other random items.

Dawn approaches the office door and slides the ID she'd found into the lock. The light turns green and she opens the door. We pile in, Peter dropping all but one bag.

"I bring gifts to the ladies!" He shouts before dumping out the contents. Hot pink, deep red, black, zebra, leopard, bows, lace, string, and all other kinds of frilly bras and panties starting raining onto the floor. Dawn rolls her eyes as Anna looks at the pile confused.

"What's the status Anna?" Dawn's piercing gaze falls on the girl holding up a lacy bra.

"Oh, uhm," Anna drops the lingerie and stands up, brushing herself off. "I found the teachers lounge in here, I figured we'd make that the kitchen since it has a microwave and fridge, so I stored the food in there," She begins to walk toward a door near where Drako sat head back and eyes closed.

"I placed boxes in here, cans in here and there are plates and cups in here. I took it upon myself to label the cupboards." Anna continues back into the main office.

"I set these two desks together to make a table," She blushes.

"What for? Do expect us to have family dinners every night?" Dawn scoffs.

"Well, no, not exactly. I thought maybe once in a while we could, you know to keep some normalcy. But we could also have our meetings here too," Anna justifies.

"I think that sounds nice," I casually add, and Peter nods.

"What about the living quarters and the other supplies?" Dawn pushes.

"Oh! There's a supply closet over here, I thought we could use. As for the living spaces, Dawn, I decided yours would be near Drako and next to you would be Peter, then," Anna blushes, "Me and Chris."

"Drako helped me move some filing cabinets so that we each have one. I gave everyone a bag, a hand gun, a makeshift bed with their own bedding, and a few pieces of clothing." She looked around at the work she'd done and my eyes followed.

Mine and Anna's bed was a bunch of cushions on the floor, a filing cabinet on each side. Peter's bed was the seats of a few office chairs laid out like a mattress and sure enough, next to that was another filing cabinet. Anna had the couch as well as her own filing cabinet. Drako's space was the huge desk containing the computer. Separating everyone's space were bookshelves.