2nd floor common room, evening

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

It's probably an act of desperation that Cameron is sitting in the common watching the Super Bowl. It is kinda nice with the surround system, but it's still football which really doesn't compare to basketball. Still, he's got popcorn and chips and he's feeling kinda fuzzy.

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna covered her face with her hand and cast. "Very hungover. Also, pain killers. I'm sure I'll start making sense. The law of probability states that enough words said by one person will eventually combine to mean something meaningful."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter laughed. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's perfectly understandable. Just don't mix booze and painkillers anymore, okay? It's apparently not good for you the next day."

[three-weapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna nodded. "Yes, sir! I actually didn't mix them, but they're kind of potent even seperate."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, okay," Peter said, still smiling. "Just please remember me next time so we don't have to go through this again?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna grinned. "Get your name tattooed on your forehead and we'll be set."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to do that just for you," Peter said. "Okay, if anything it'll be Sharpie. But still. The sentiment is there."

[OOC: *pats* Just not your night, is it?]

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna laughed. "If anyone asks you why you have your name written on your forehead, send them to me."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Will do," Peter said. And then he said nothing else because his mun's brain exploded.