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First Floor Lobby [Friday Night]

It's been a quiet day and Fraser's very grateful for that. This time, last week, there was snow and power outages and a foul mouthed firefighter standing next to him.

This week, the lobby is quiet. He's taken to reading one of his borrowed library books when...

A student. Just one student whizzing by and Fraser returns to his book.

Another student. And two more. Fraser eyes them curiously and wonders if there was a school event that he'd missed the memo on.

After several other students exit the dormitory, Fraser frowns and puts the book down.

Something was up.

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To Faithful, Xander says, "That's the idea, furball." To the Mountie, grin still in place, he adds, "Things are great. Little loud up there, though, with the party. Thought we'd come down and take a break from the music."

Faithful purred and waped Xander on the head with his tail.

Fraser lets the furball statement slide for a moment. After all, this is high school and students are bound to become stressed.

"Party?" Fraser frowns and glances upwards. "Where is this party occurring?"

Was that the plan? Making him a) frown again, and b) frown towards the second floor? That was not the plan, no. ~~And not just because he looked better smiling.~~

"Common room; it's Logan's 'Welcome To Dorm Life, Spoiled Rich Boy' party," Xander replies smoothishly. "It's all under control and admin-approved; it was even on the announcements this morning. Just a little busy for my brain right now."

Faithful couldn't help himself, really. Plus, he was nervous. "Getting dressed in the morning is a bit busy for your brain."

"I missed the announcements this morning," Fraser explains to Xander. Shaking his head, he reaches for his hat and tucks it under his arm. "Are you aware of any other school sponsored event that might be happening outside of the dormitory?"

Xander shoots a glare at the cat. "I knew there was a reason I didn't miss having a girlfriend; thanks for reminding me."

Outside. Shit. Um. To Fraser, he answers, "They were saying they needed to make a food run when I was up there - bunch of people took off to go to the pastry place, I think, and somebody else was going for drinks."

His eyes are, possibly, drawn like a compass needle to the hypnotic movement of the Hat.

Faithful snorted.

Fraser watches, with concern, when Xander continues talking to that cat and mentions a girlfriend. He wasn't sure how things were in the US but in Canada, pet owners didn't typically call their pet that term of endearment.

Dief takes that moment to wake up and trot out to where Xander, Fraser and Faithful are standing. Noticing the cat, he lowers himself to the ground to watch Faithful.

Gesturing with the hat, Fraser points upwards. "They didn't acquire enough food for their party in advance? How much are people eating?"

"Pardon the bitchy cat; he's just...always like that, actually." Not that Xander's actually spent enough time around Faithful to be sure of that, but hey, he's already on a lying roll, and this is one he at least suspects is true.

Xander follows the movement of the ~~whoa, hi, arm in a uniform~~ Hat, staring upwards.

"I think they just didn't figure on Logan being as popular a guy as he is. Plus, first free weekend after a big monster attack, everybody wants to let down their hair and relax."

Faithful rolled his eyes and batted at Xander's ear with his paw. "You moron, all he hears is mewing." He hissed down at the wolf. "Just tell him the students don't really need an excuse to party."

Fraser, having looked down while point up, notices Xander's rapt attention towards his hat.

He moves it around to see what happens.

Dief inches closer to Faithful.

Xander's eyes follow the ~~arm~~ Hat, while his mouth works at making words come out. It's not that words don't appear; there's always plenty of those. It's just that they're not ~~usually~~ always accompanied by sense. Which sort of makes Faithful right, but those words will come out of Xander's mouth about when Hell freezes over.

"That's... a really nice hat. Do they issue those when you get the Mountie job, or do they make you buy your own?"

Faithful groaned. "Are you always this thick or is today special for me."

He hissed at the wolf. "Back off, fluffy."

Fraser brings his hat back down and slowly offers it to Xander. "It's issued," he says, "with my uniform. Feel free to take a closer look at it."

In response to the hiss, Dief growls quietly.

Xander stares at the hat like somebody's just invented Twinkie Pie (That, um, actually tastes good and doesn't turn to mush when you try to bake it, not that he ever did. Really.) and offered him a piece.

He takes it gingerly from the Mountie's hand and turns it over in his own. "Cool. Never been much of a hat man myself - tend to smoosh my hair. But never let it be said that I can't appreciate a fine hat on another man's head."

Faithful's full attention was now on the wolf. "Come on fluffy, really, no need to bother me tonight. I'm just a nice small cat who isn't going to bother you if you don't bother me." He hissed to punctuate the last word.

Fraser keeps a close eye on Dief and Faithful. Just in case.

"I doubt this hat would smush your hair," Fraser says, smiling. He points to his own hair. "Mine's not flattened, is it? And feel free to be honest."

Xander finds it... actually a bit easier to take his eyes off the hat now that it's in his hands. Huh.

He looks up at the smiling Mountie. And momentarily wonders what the question was. "No, you seem to have smoosh-proof hair," he answers after a second. "My ex-roomie's the same way; you could probably drop an anvil on his head and not damage the 'do."

"Your hair doesn't look like it would smush easily," Fraser says. "I think the matter of hair and it's appearance is all in the eye of the beholder. Or, you could always try the hat on and we could see if your hair was smush proof."

Xander turns the hat -- when did it stop being a Hat? Does the Mountie have magical capitalization powers that only work when he's actually touching something? -- over in his hands. "I guess I could. Hat from the ice cream truck last summer always did a pretty good smushing job, but obviously there's a recycled paper vs. fine Canadian workmanship difference there."

He places it carefully on on his head, though he still manages to knock Faithful's tail in the process.

Faithful scowled at the hat. "I take it back. You two are birds of a feather. Nutty birds of a feather."

Dief bats at Faithful once.

Fraser steps back and eyes the hat on Xander's head. It's slightly crooked. So, to correct that, Fraser reaches out and adjuts the hat on Xander's head, making it straight and exactly perpendicular to the floor.

"That looks very good on you." Fraser nods. "You've never worn a hat such as this before?"

Xander is a little busy trying to deal with the sudden shift to having a Hat on his Head, thanks to the nifty capitalization powers.

"An official law-enforcement type hat? Um, that'd be no. Various fine instant dining establishments, yes, which are definite hair-smushers. In fact I kind of suspect they make them that way on purpose, so their employees stay dateless and depressed and more willing to work in minimum wage hell, and -- er. It looks good?"

Faithful rolled his eyes. "You're on all crack." He snarled at the wolf. "And you try that again and I'm turning you into a she-wolf."

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