Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia flopped herself over diagonally on the couch, one foot resting on the back, the other draped over its arm. She switched on the television to a rerun of AKA (the obligatory musical episode, it seemed, and wasn't Perth Tristow's dad just the creepiest thing ever, singing and dancing and wearing rainbow colors like--oh, wait, no, that's not AKA. That's the musical the actor was in in the seventies. . . ).

[ooc: Open!]

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[nadiathesaint]

"But you only have one deck?" Nadia's bad mood from earlier? Totally gone. "I think your crazy spy skills need a little work."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"No, I have a lot of decks. Just not on me. Different ones are better for different tricks. A true master could've pulled that off with any deck, but I'm still learning." Weiss shook his head. "I can pull a quarter from your ear?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh. That's neat. I love magic tricks. And it's nice to see some that aren't, you know, actual magic." Nadia tilted her head. "And I don't know, can you?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Only if there's one in there already... which. Hold up." He reached over and expertly plucked a quarter from her ear. "How long's that been there, anyway?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh, possibly for years."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Good thing I was here, then. Just think of the lurid thoughts George Washington was whispering to you while you slept. I better keep this for interrogation purposes."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia laughed. "Let me know what he says, okay?"