2nd Floor Common Room [Late Wednesday Night]

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Bridge isn't all that tired, so he's out in the common room, idly flipping through channels, looking for anything that isn't a talk show. Or Dekaranger.

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"Well, she didn't really make it," Xander says offhandedly. "She just took a part-time construction job for pocket money, accidently fell into a haunted Mission, pissed off some dead Indians, and they made the bear. But Spike tends to eliminate the middleman when he's whining."

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"...Oh," Bridge says. "That's kind of weird. But things turned out okay, right?"

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Xander nods. "Yup, as soon as she stabbed the ghost with his own knife, her syphillis cleared right up."

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"Syphilis," Bridge echoes. And then makes an ew-face. "Ew."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nods. "It sort of puts a damper on dinner when your hostess comes down with every disease in the book at the same time. On the other hand, it means she was actually tired enough to drop the Thanksgiving Dictator routine and let us buy canned yams."

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"Huh. Bears and diseases. I... played Strip Triad?" Bridge offers. "Though, technically, that was the day after, but Cally tried to pass it off as "Thanksgivaling" celebration which is what got us stuck in the Pageant."

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Xander frowns, mostly jokingly. "Hrrm. Yeah, I remember, you told me. So while I was busy fighting made-up bears and tending to a traumatized frog, you were stripping in front of Callisto?"

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"...Pretty much, yeah?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Clearly Cal had a better Thanksgivaling than I did."