2nd Floor Common Room - Starting Late Afternoon - PARTY!

[fh_jackass]

Logan had hooked up his gamestation to the flatscreen TV and was playing a videogame involving a lot of women in bikinis bouncing up and down. He was drinking a non-descript beverage from a plastic cup, and anyone within two feet of him would notice the odor of tequila wafting off him.

A couple of coolers with beverages (all non-alcoholic) were set up around the room, and bags of chips and other snack foods were laid out on the table.

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Anders tosses a gumball at John.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John catches the gumball and pops it in his mouth. "Hey concussion boy. How's the head?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Getting better, Frozen Crotch Dude," retorts Anders, smirking. "Headaches aren't as bad. How's the, uh?" He gestures vaguely at the area that would be covered by John's boxers.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Better, better," John says, almost patting the area but diverting to his thigh at the last minute. "Good to hear the head's getting better. Got your cupcakes in my room, dude. They're still good. I tried one last night."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders can't help snickering a little bit. "Yeah? Jeff's stuff holds up good. Maybe we should bring 'em out here so everybody can have some. 's what they're for anyway, right?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Sure." John makes to get up. "I can run down to my room and get them. Not a problem!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Anders is slightly envious that it doesn't hurt John at all when he stands up. "I owe you any more money for those, dude?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Nah," John says. "I bought your usual order plus some other baked goods. Be right back."

John trots back to his room, slip past all the stuff scattered around, finds the cupcakes, cookies, and baked goods before trotting back to the common room.

"Ta-da! Baked goods for all!"