Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander was almost stupid enough to point out that Bridge got those anyway, so they might not exactly be a very effect tool of pursuasion. But not quite.

He looked thoughtfully at Bridge. "You wouldn't want to set a bad example for the new kids, would you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You have a point," Bridge admits. "Still. What do I get out of it?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, Parker's idea didn't sound too awful. I'm sure I could make that sacrifice."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well." Bridge says. "Okay." And he unzips the uniform jacket and wriggles out of the t-shirt.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I like this day a lot," Xander informs no one and everyone.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge grins cheekily at Xander. "Where's my bribe?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*FLASH*

"Yay, school participation!"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinked a little from the flash, then grinned and leaned over to pay the piper.

Which was a little. Hmm. Different, because yeah, lips, which were not new bit definitely nice, but then again bare skin under his hand when he slipped it around Bridge's back, so, hmm, yeah. Different.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm," Bridge says, after an... indeterminate period of time. "That was nice. But I think you should be shirtless too. It's only fair."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*FLASH*

"And yay! Shirtless boykissy!"

Never let it be said Parker's *not* an opportunist.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander eyes Bridge.

And then kinda loses track.

"Wait, what was the question?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You. Shirt. Off."

[soldtoarmenians]

The smartass in the back of his head so totally wants to ask what his bribe is just so Bridge will give him the 'Bitch, plz' look, because it's frakking hilarious on that face.

However the smartass in the back of his head is a little distracted at the moment.

"Um. Okay."

Xander shrugs out of his flannel shirt, then tugs the t-shirt over his head. Then wonders why he's voluntarily doing something that had him cringing and whining about his love for pants hardly more than a week ago.

Then gets the shirt off his head so he can see again and remembers why.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Bridge grins, kinda goofily. And then leans over to kiss Xander because, well, fair's fair, innit?

[soldtoarmenians]

"..." Because that's what you say when your lips are busy.

Though eventually you say, "Um. Hi there."

There's probably... people in the room. Maybe. Xander's not talking to them, though.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm thinking today kind of wins," Bridge says, grinning.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Even without cupcakes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There's brownies," Bridge points out reasonably. "But I'm thinking today would probably be pretty great even without them."