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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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no. Early is not my thing. But after class works," Jack said, giving the matter some thought. "How about the park, after lunch on Monday?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Park it is, man!" Blair held out his hand. "This is going to be awesome!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack clasped the offered hand. "I'll do my best," he promised, laughing a little.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair shook his hand and then bounced towards the kitchen. "Alright, man. Even on my ice cream sugar high I'm wiped out. Have a good night!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You too." Jack watched him go, shaking his head slightly and wondering exactly what he'd gotten himself into.