Second Floor Common Room
Friday, November 9th, 2007 11:32 pmJack was on the couch, absently flipping channels...
...until something came on that he just couldn't ignore.
A man. In a mask. Singing Cuban Pete.
He turned it up, wishing he could dance like that.
[ooc: I TOTALLY BLAME RIKKU. AND TNT.]
...until something came on that he just couldn't ignore.
A man. In a mask. Singing Cuban Pete.
He turned it up, wishing he could dance like that.
[ooc: I TOTALLY BLAME RIKKU. AND TNT.]