4th Floor Common Room, Evening

Isabel sat on the counch watching March of the Penguins hoping a movie about Antartica would help her not think about how hot it was. It wasn't working.

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dean shook his head bemused. "That's gotta rival some of Dawn's food combos," he said wryly, but got the tabasco sauce out as well. "My head's fine -- have managed to avoid frying pans and hangovers for the last few days. Though I didn't quite manage to dodge detention."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"For trying to get Sam out of detention." He scooped some ice cream into a glass, poured tabasco over it then added root beer.

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-04 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I've only had the one before and I had to dress up like a muskrat for it. The actual activities weren't that bad, but dude. Muskrat.." He added a spoon and a straw to the glass and brought it over, presenting it to Isabel with a flourish. "One tabasco float, heavy on the tobasco."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Hell if I know. But I think it was probably dirty -- Becky was running the detention."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-08-04 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Actually, it wasn't that bad," Dean said, returning to the kitchen to make himself a float. "Aside from her trying to get Alec and me to sleep together and giving us detention when we didn't..." He smirked to himself at how things had turned out on that front.