The Roof, Sometime Between Midnight and Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Without any classes to worry about this week, Anders was taking advantage of the chance to stay up at wacky hours. That would be why he was up on the roof at this ungodly hour (whichever ungodly hour it was). Not that he'd taken the stairs -- what fun was that, when he could just take his Glider to the top, which was exactly what he'd done?

So he was sitting on the Glider, hovering just over the edge of the roof, humming to himself as he lit up a cigarette.

Not that he was going to make a habit of this. He wasn't going to get addicted to the damn things.

Yeah, sure . . .

[OOC: OMG, I slept all evening and now I'm going to be up forever, and bored. So, open.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Feeling the need for fresh air, Bridge heads up to the roof.

"Hey dude," he says, coming up behind Anders.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Not that the air up here is necessarily fresh at the moment.

"Bridge. Hey, best friend-dude," Anders replies after a very botched attempt at a smoke ring.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...what are you doing?" Bridge says, with a scowl at the cigarette.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders totally knew he was going to get this reaction, too.

"Um . . . sending cryptic messages home?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just crosses his arms and gives Anders the "bitch, please" look.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders makes a little meeping sound. "What?" It's not as if he doesn't know why Bridge is giving him that look, because he totally does, but when Bridge gives you a "bitch, please" look it tends to be unnerving. Sometimes unnerving enough to knock any further words right out of your head.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cigarettes. Black, black lungs. Bad." Bridge says, still frowning.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders is totally pouting now, and trying to grind out the cigarette on the sole of his boot. "I know, I know! Carter and Cally have given me crap about it, Parker's thwacked me in the head . . . I know! I just . . . wanted to try something new, that's all." He bites his lip and kicks at the air a little bit. "Kind of getting tired of being the good kid all the time, maybe. I don't know."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There's always new things to try that don't involve *poisoning yourself slowly*," Bridge says with a sigh.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose blaming Bel is gonna work," Anders grumbles softly. "Is it?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not really, no," Bridge says with a hint of a smile.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Damn." Anders laughs and tosses the cigarette butt onto the roof. "Well, you also totally get permission to smack me if I keep this up."