4th floor Common Room: Sunday Evening

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

After getting back from the Wilson family Thanksgiving, Blair had spent most of Sunday sleeping off his Turkey overdose. Now he was bored and flipping through the channels in the common room, trying to find something interesting.

"Oooh! Mythbusters!"

[ooc: open, of course!]

[ETA: This post now with 100% more boykissy!]

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Well you said it was friends and you were sorta shifty about it." Blair shrugged. "It was a mistake anyone would have made!"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy chuckled. "Okay good point. To tell the truth, only one of them was actually a friend. She's starting to become a rather good friend. The others...well...They resented me not letting them mug me."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"So they're muggers?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"The first time I met them they were. this time they were just street punks looking for payback."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"So these were the kind of friends who aren't really friends." Blair frowned. "You got into a fight?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sorry. They weren't the diplomatic types."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Did you try to talk out your differences?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"There, didn't seem to be time." Billy said. "No matter what the comic books say, it's near impossible to say stuff when you're dodging things. your breath is being used for, you know, breathing."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"There's always time, man. You should have just stepped back and...I don't know...called a time out."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Blair," Billy sighed. "You don't get time outs in situations like that. I've...I've been in combat. Looked into the eyes of people in those situations. You call time out in situations like that you get dead or unconcious. Now I don't think those guys meant to kill me. Just beat me up real bad. And I'm afraid I wasn't raised to turn the other cheek."