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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[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..."