2nd Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

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!

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
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!"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"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!"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
John slowly slides away.

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

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Tell me you didn't show him the pictures, and you get to live."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Um, no pictures." John doesn't add the yet. "He just knows the story."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
John catches the pillow in the face and laughs agian.

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

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"On what planet is telling him I was a goofy diabetes-inducing idiot being *nice*?" Parker wondered.