Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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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.

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"What?" Alex asked defensively.

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

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

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

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Jen didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't real cheese, but on the other hand the opportunity to see Alex looking all deer-in-the-headlights was so rare, she just grinned enigmatically. "Maaaaaaaaaaybe."

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Alex looked at her warily. "Do you know something I don't know?"

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

She totally wouldn't have done this to him a couple of years ago. She blamed Wes -- her Wes -- for being a bad influence.

"I know that cheese is dairy, so no," she hedged. "But you do realize nothing that comes in a bag like that is strictly health food?"

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Alex eyed the bag. It was kind of...bright. But practically everything in the cupboards had looked like that. "What's wrong with it?"

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Jen made a twirling gesture with her index finger but didn't quite have the heart to tell him to look at the ingredient list herself.

"Nothing's wrong with it. It's just not exactly what I expected you to eat. I mean, it's so orange."

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"I like orange," Alex said. "Orange is close to red, y'know?"

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Jen laughed and walked into the common room to perch on the arm of the couch. "Okay, there is that." She held out the box. "You want any pizza to go with those?"

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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?"

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Alex eyed the pizza box warily. "What's in it?"

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"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.

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"You're eating those Cheetos like you're starving, and that's not a healthy complete meal. So now I get to introduce you to pizza," Jen said, opening the box and glad she'd gone for something basic tonight. "It's . . . bread, tomato sauce, and cheese." Cheese that wasn't orange, but she didn't mention that out loud.

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Alex reached out to take a slice of pizza. "That doesn't sound so bad...you know, nutritionally."

[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.

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

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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.

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"Oh, Alex," Jen mock-chided. "Just try it and don't worry about the nutritional value for once?"

Well. Twice if you counted the Cheetos, but still not pointing that out . . .

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"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.

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"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.

[futureclone]

Bread, tomato sauce, and cheese. Couldn't be that bad...

...and it wasn't. OMG.

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"Ew," said Alex. "No thanks. You can keep them." He did not offer Wes the Cheetos.