Second Floor Common Room - Evening

Rory was lying on a couch, Vladdie on her stomach.

The former was channel surfing and eating candy.

The latter was rolling around on his back, batting at what appeared to be a whole lot of nothing in the air.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"What if Bridge is actually Crazy Hooker's baby? She could have put him up for adoption or something," Peter said seriously.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I didn't think so either," Peter said. "Although he does wear a lot of gray and black."

"Hey, is that candy?"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I said, I don't think it's true either. It's just a thought," Peter said. "So, is the candy being shared?"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"His dad could've been in color," Peter suggested. "Maybe grayscale is a recessive gene. Now, about that candy..."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"No, he'd just be the son of someone who looks like you. No relation to you at all," Peter said. "Unless Crazy Hooker is actually your long-lost identical cousin or something."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure you wouldn't remind him of his mom. You're much less whorey, no matter what Skeeter says," Peter said.

"So, this candy you have..."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"What creepy guy? Her boyfriend?" Peter asked. Peter was looking at the candy. He had the speed and strength to grab it away. But with great power comes great responsibility, even when there's candy around.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Kinda skeezy? A lot of forehead? That guy? He pays well for Photoshop services," Peter said. "But he's going to have to run around the mainland tomorrow looking for a Kinko's." Peter smiled a little.

"Wait, Angela was old?" Peter finally took a seat on the couch. A seat near the candy.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Weird," Peter said. "And I fully admit that Bridge is probably not Becky's son."

Peter then reached over quickly to grab some candy, dammit.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, if I really wanted to, I could take that bag away anytime I wanted," Peter said. "But I'm nice. Could I please have some candy?"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"If you give me candy I won't ask why you're so concerned about Bridge's mother not being your evil twin," Peter said.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure. That's it. And thank you," Peter said, grabbing a few candy bars before handing the bag back.