Second floor common room - Friday afternoon

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Faile sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of the TV. She tucked her divided skirts around her bare feet and leaned forward a bit more.

"Do it again," she commanded John who sat on the couch behind her, holding the remote control.

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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Orange juice?"

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"You got it on tap?" John asked.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Suggestion, not offering." Marco explained.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's too bad," John pouted.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"There's probably some in the fridge?"