Second floor common room: Saturday evening

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It was Saturday night and Jack was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself for sucessfully teaching a class at short notice yesterday. And having expended such a huge effort, he figured he was entitled to be incredibly lazy this weekend, just to balance things out. So he'd gone for ice cream - of which there were several flavours currently residing in the freezer, which had a sign saying 'Ice cream: Help Yourself' stuck on it - and camped out in the common room.

He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.

Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.

[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Blair arched an eyebrow. "I'm normally all about the nicknames, man. But I'd rather not have that one."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Well, see the negotiator's usually called in when the police or whoever has reached a standoff with the badguys." Billy explained. "I don't know if I'll ever actually call anyone by the names, I was just bored."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't I called be the negotiator then?" Blair asked. "Standoff just sounds like I'm one of the bad guys."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Negotiator seemed too obvious."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Okay, man." Blair shrugged.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'll work on it."