2nd Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is bored. He's sort of absently flipping through channels, never staying on the same program for more than thirty seconds.

For the love of all that's shiny, come make him less bored!

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

The pillows thwaps him.

"Hey! I went in there for something and I called you Parkie and he asked about it and I told him! As his friends, I'm surprised he doesn't know about that side of you!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He knows everything important about me, he doesn't need to know *that*. God. I was under a spell, damnit! It's not a side if you're enchanted!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John slowly slides away.

"Don't kill me now, Parkie. Blood stain carpets."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Tell me you didn't show him the pictures, and you get to live."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Um, no pictures." John doesn't add the yet. "He just knows the story."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker *facepalms*. "Oh, you didn't! Why? Crichton! God, why is it your lack of embarassment has to extend to me?" She threw another pillow at him, looking around for something else.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John catches the pillow in the face and laughs agian.

"He was interested and he asked! I was being nice!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"On what planet is telling him I was a goofy diabetes-inducing idiot being *nice*?" Parker wondered.