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Second Floor Common Room [Thursday Evening]

Anders heads into the common room for a while after talking to Cameron, who was still camped out (in a little camouflage tent!) in front of Vala's door. He frowns as he turns on ESPN and realizes that he did, in fact, miss the last game of the World Series last night, but there's this bizarre Degrassi: The Next Generation show on Noggin and it fascinates him for some reason.

Could be the sleep deprivation, really. He hopes.

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"Or you could regret it now." Anders glares. If this shit ends up getting Cally upset, he'll cheerfully pound the crap out of both of them.

Kara turns towards Anders, grabbing his shirt. "You want to try, little man? Because I'll wipe the floor with your sorry ass," she hisses.

HANDS. OFF. MY. BOYFRIEND!

Kara rolls her eyes at Cally's outburst.

*glares at Kara*

Go. Away. Please. ~~Whore.~~

Anders moves in between his girlfriend and Kara, glowering. He's up in Kara's face as he spits, "Don't frakking pull that shit with her, Thrace. You wanna treat me like shit, fine, but Cally doesn't deserve it from you or anybody."

"Watch it, Anders," Lee hisses, quite unhappy with the way this going.

"Tell your girlfriend to back the frak off, then," Anders snarls. "She can't keep herself in check, so what else are you good for right now?"

"Not my place to tell the girl what to do, Anders. She's not my lapdog." Lee totally doesn't dart his eyes in Cally's direction.

"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to say, Adama."

Lee grins slightly. "Yeah."

*glares at Lee* Your too busy being a lapdog to Kara, you mean.

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"Don't give me that shit. If you dish it, then you sure as hell better be able to take it!"

"Same goes for you then, Thrace. You wanna dish it?"

Kara stops and looks at Anders for a moment, and in a blinding flash her right arm whips around and smacks him right in the mouth.

"Be careful what you ask for, Samuel."

Lee doesn't applaud but wants to.

Anders reels back from the punch, then recovers and goes after her. "You frakking bitch," he hisses, grabbing her by the wrists. He's tired and in no mood to earn himself a third detention, but damn if he's going to just stand there.

Kara glares up at him. "What the frak did you expect, you idiot?" she growls. "You invite me to hit you? Gods, I knew you were more muscle than brain, but REALLY, Samuel."

She pushes against his chest and wiggles out of his grasp. "Go tend to your girlfriend," she spits.