Fourth Floor common room, Wednesday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.


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[soldtoarmenians]

"Are there..." Xander lowers his voice. "Specific plans for this later that it might be? Or is this just regular old everyday later?" Hopefully the teasing note is obvious. because yo, there's no such thing as regular old later.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge looks contemplative. "Well, there is a certain... something, that I got as an assignment for a certain class that I have tomorrow?" he suggests.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's eyebrows rise. "That could be...interesting."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I take it that's a yes?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's already standing up. "I'm sorry, was that a serious question?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No," Bridge admits with a smirk. "This one is, though: your place or mine?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looks thoughtful. "Yours is closer."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yours has the bigger bed, though." Bridge points out. Though really, after years of sleeping on Academy-issue mattresses, Bridge actually has no complaints about the ones here.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander seems to weigh the options, before shrugging. "You could always surprise me..."