Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[futureclone]

Now that they were in the dorms, Some Random Campfire was no longer a reliable source of sustenance, and this time period was woefully lacking in synthetron technology. So Alex had wandered around his floor until he came to the common room, with its kitchen, where he'd poked through the cabinets until he found something that would require no actual skill on his part to allow it to be consumed, and that did not contain chocolate. He didn't particularly care for chocolate, he'd found.

One bite of the Cheetos and he was hooked. Anyone entering the room would find Alex on the couch, guarding the Cheeto bag jealously, his fingers liberally covered with the Cheetos' pernicious orange coating.

Just no one tell him chocolate chip cookies probably have better nutritional value. He might cry.

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[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen had a takeout box of pizza in one hand as she headed up to her room after work -- the hangover was mostly gone by now, luckily.

She just happened to stop in on the fourth floor, though, and caught sight of Alex with orange fingers.

So she paused in the doorway and just stood there for a few moments, amused and smirking juuuuuuuuust a bit.

[futureclone]

"What?" Alex asked defensively.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Whatever happened to junk food being bad for you?" asked Jen teasingly.

This, from the girl holding a jumbo-sized greasy pizza box, yes.

[futureclone]

"This isn't junk food!" Alex protested. "It's...something with cheese. Cheese is good for you, it's dairy. Right?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Is that pizza to share?" Sokka asked.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Jen said, resigned by now to her pizza's fate. "It's just cheese, but take some if you want."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka cocked an eyebrow. "You're sure? Because you seem like maybe it's not okay. I don't want you to shoot me in the head or anything because I stole your pizza..."

[nottheclone.livejournal.com]

The smell of pizza wafting down the hallway was most definitely unmistakable, and so Wes wanders in to the common room to investigate the source of said smell. And grins brightly when he sees the person holding the pizza box. "Jen!" he greets her cheerfully.

And then, because it'd be rude not to greet the other person in the room, there's a slightly-less-enthusiastic but still reasonably pleasant "Alex!"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

. . . yeah, and Jen's desire for a cold shower just made itself known again. Along with a heavy dose of OMGAWKWARD.

"Hey, Wes," she says after a moment in which she had to make sure her voice was going to work properly. "Pizza?"

[nottheclone.livejournal.com]

"I would *love* pizza," Wes says enthusiastically, wandering over to her.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Nothing fancy, just plain cheese," Jen says apologetically. "But it's pizza, right?"

She's totally not blushing or anything, honest. That's just . . . a reflection of the tomato sauce.

Off her uniform.

Through the cheese on the pizza.

Yeeeeeeeeeah.

[futureclone]

"Hi, uh, Wes, right?" Alex asked.

No, he hadn't forgotten weird random lookalike's name. He just preferred to pretend he didn't exist kthx.

[nottheclone.livejournal.com]

"That's me," Wes confirms with a little wave, wandering over to the cupboards and rummaging around until he comes up with a package of double-chocolate-chip cookies. "Cookie?" he offers. He could be friendly! Really.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"WES! How've you been? We never talk anymore. Not like the good old days... *sniffle*"

Yes, Sokka just said "sniffle".

[nottheclone.livejournal.com]

"...Did you actually just *say* 'sniffle'?"

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had been handwavily hanging out in his room all day and decided it was high time he be social. So, to the common room he went.

[futureclone]

Alex nodded greeting to him, and tried not to look like he was suspicious this guy might take the Cheetos.

Seriously, where had these things been all his life.

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Adam smiled, spotting Alex on the couch. He noticed the Cheetos. Alex had nothing to worry about, Adam wasn't about to steal them.

Instead, he moved to grab some pretzels out of the cabinet.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Adam," Jen said, relieved and grateful for the presence of someone who didn't look like . . . well, the other two boys in the room at the moment. "Pizza? I don't think you're getting Alex's Cheetos."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey Jen," Adam smiled, glad to see her. "Long time no see," he joked, feeling like he hadn't seen people in... well, forever. "Sure, thanks," Adam was always up for pizza. "No, I guess not," he laughed. "Not that I'd ever dream of taking them away from him."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved. "Hey there."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Sokka," Adam returned the wave. "What's up?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka followed the smell of pizza down the stairs and into the common room. And stared at Not-Wes. "Dude. They're just Cheetos. Chill."

[futureclone]

"I'm not hot," Alex said, confused.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Not too bright, either," Sokka muttered. "No, I meant, RELAX. No one's going to steal your cheezy poofs.