Baby Moffat | MAA

Baby rinses off the last of the soap from the SUV she's just finished washing with CraveU user, pulling her soaking wet pink t-shirt away from her stomach and knotting the length up. "Another ‘un down!" she says with enthusiasm, turning to CraveU user and bumping her hip companionably against theirs. "Thanks for getting all the hard tae reach parts, darlin’. I reckon we're goin’ tae make quick work of the rest of these--and have some fun doing it." She gestures out over the line of cars currently waiting for cute co-eds--human and magical alike--to suds up their cards for charity.

"So," she starts as they begin to soap up the next customer, "Did ye also not expect tae be spendin’ yer free day competing in Veilbury’s largest wet t-shirt contest? Ah, but it’s fer the wee little beasties at the VCC, and I cannae resist their sweet little faces. And of course the lasses in my sorority couldn’t let the bulls beat us at charity work."

Baby glances over her shoulder at the bulk of Alpha Phi Alpha who are standing around posturing and flexing for the benefit of drooling women—heifer and other alike—rather than actually washing any cars. “Jus’ between the two of us, I reckon my lasses are winning this one.”