Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

[likethegun]

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

Comments

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Feel free to mess with Sammy in a good way all you want though."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn's eyes widened again as she caught a glimpse of the television. "I got a lot of ideas tonight, but they'll have to wait."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you'll have to move slow enough that you don't short circuit something in Sammy's brain," Dean teased.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Or mine," she said, blushing again. "Sometimes I feel like we're moving slower than drunken turtles and ohmigod, please forget I said anything?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey as long as you're moving," Dean said with a reassuring smile. "And talking about moving. You'll get there eventually. As long as you don't fall on your shells and get stuck with all your feet in the air." He paused. "Though that almost sounds like turtle porn..."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn stared at him. "And now I can never look at another turtle."