Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd stolen borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

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"...you might have to be patient. Have some dates. More talking. If you just want sex, there's a brothel."

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"There is?!" Pete brightened considerably. "Well why didn't you say so?"

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Dawn facepalmed.

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"What?"

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"I thought you wanted to date."

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"Well if I don't have to,"

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"Don't annoy the women who work there," she warned, "they're pretty scary."

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"Yeah, whatever. . . ." Pete was stuck on the whole distracting picturing internet things thing.

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"No, seriously," Dawn thought of Miho.

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"Uh huh. . . ." Okay, so getting punched in the face by Walter hadn't quite changed anything.