2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

The common room was decked out in Christmas lights and white streamers, all up very high thanks to Chad's help. In honor of the theme, there were torn out pages from mens' magazines decorating the walls of the room. And more than a few of shirtless men as a nod to those of the female or gay alien persuasion.

A sign hung over the entrance because the theme was important.

Not allowed in unless you're showing at least 50% of your skin

And yes, there were pies of almost every flavour imaginable, especially considering how quickly random objects in the room turned into pie.

[[ooc: Please wait for OCD is up, have at it!]]

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

To that she just shrugged a single shoulder, grinned wickedly, and said, "Game of chance."

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter tsked at her. "That innocent face hides a sly one, eh?" He made a show of thinking about it. "Dinner for you and a friend. I learned to cook from gourmet chefs at Cafe Fina. You won't have a complaint."

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She winked at him, liking the word sly.

"Oh, now that sounds really nice and it seems fair enough." And she would definitely have to think about who she would ask.

Annette settled her hands on her hips and cocked her head, "What if my pictures are great and you just don't like them?"

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"We'll get an impartial third party to tell us if they're actually worth a gourmet meal," Walter said. "But that's only if we disagree on the fairness."

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"All right," she nodded. "That will work for me. I'll see what I can do about gathering them up and showing you as soon as possible."

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right-o." Walter held out his hand to shake on the agreement. "And if you have any special requests, let me know."

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She shook his hand and grinned a bit crookedly. "It's a deal." Now she just had to talk M into letting her have a copy of all the pictures she took. Crap, she hoped that went over well.

But then she did still have her polaroids...