ext_31287 ([identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-08-11 07:23 pm

Fourth floor Common Room, Friday evening

Friday night found Dean ensconced on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. There was popcorn and plenty of other snacks within reach and the tv was on, tuned to Spooky Things. Dean had no more plans for the evening than to sit back, munch on junk food and heckle all the mistakes the show made in what hunting was really like.


[OOC:open like an open thing]
likethegun: (i'm laughing and smiling together)

[personal profile] likethegun 2006-08-11 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam headed up to the fourth floor to see if he could find Dean, and had just barely spotted him in the common room when he started grinning. He was sure that there was a more coherent way to greet his brother, but all he could do was say, "Tights!" before breaking into a fit of outright giggling.
likethegun: (i'm smiling to the left)

[personal profile] likethegun 2006-08-11 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that's exactly what I'm doing," Sam replied, sitting down beside Dean on the couch. "Are you sure those clothes are comfortable? They seem a little loose for you."

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2006-08-12 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Being bored and feeling quite in the need for t.v. watching, Sawyer makes his way towards a random common room because he really doesn't care which one he's in. Spotting another guy, he plops down next to him and puts his feet up as well before introducing himself. "Sawyer."

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2006-08-12 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"What the hell are we watching?" Taking a handful of popcorn.
likethegun: (i'm smiling to the left)

[personal profile] likethegun 2006-08-12 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Sam shrugged and swatted at the popcorn. "Okay, so I just won't let you cut my hair again."
demonbelthazor: (Gold)

[personal profile] demonbelthazor 2006-08-12 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
His face scrubbed clean of makeup, Bel wandered through the fourth floor common room on his way back to his room. He saw Dean and nodded. At least his humiliation this afternoon had been shared by others.

He'd kept the leather pants, though.

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2006-08-12 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sawyer chuckled, eyes glued to the television. "Neat." He said offhandedly, stuffing his face with popcorn.
demonbelthazor: (*glare*)

[personal profile] demonbelthazor 2006-08-12 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Bel shook his head. "When I find out who signed me up for that, I'm going to kill him."
likethegun: (i'm right and you know it)

[personal profile] likethegun 2006-08-12 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? You sound awfully certain about that. It is my head, you know," Sam pointed out.

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2006-08-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"That is a pretty nice car." He agreed.
likethegun: (i'm smug and satisfied)

[personal profile] likethegun 2006-08-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I could do it myself," he replied, because he honestly didn't trust anyone but Dean.
demonbelthazor: (Huh?)

[personal profile] demonbelthazor 2006-08-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think anything my girlfriend could've promised me would've gotten me on stage in that," Bel said, shuddering.

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2006-08-12 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Mine had an old '70 Ford pickup. Electric blue." He recalled. "He loved that piece of shit."

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