2nd Floor Common Room [Wednesday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay, so hot weather + cold beverages = OTP.

Which is why Bridge had spent the morning before his workshop working on a slushy machine. Which he'd now dragged out to the common room in order to find people who would be willing to test it out.

He's also got his laptop perched on a table, for... no reason at all. Really. It's not like he's expecting to hear from someone about something.

[ooc: mod any slushy flavour you'd like! unless it's gross, like spinach or something.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders whimpered, the last of his coherent speech abilities leaving the building in a hurry. "I, uh . . . yes? Please?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx grinned, giving his hands a squeeze. "All right then. I'll go up to the fifth floor and change. Should I meet you in your room in say...a half hour?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders just nodded. "My room. Half hour. Yes."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Okay then." Demyx leaned up to kiss him again, then headed out with a definite swing to his hips.