Fifth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Sunday Morning

John met Dawn in the bathroom as discussed where he'd already set up the bleach and green kool-aid along with his step-stool right by the sinks.

Uncapping the bleach, John winced at the aroma.

"Okay, so we probably should've gotten drunk for this to make it really fair, but we can work around that."

[Open for that girl and whoever else belongs there.]

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn stared at the bottle in John's hands with something akin to horror and was already backing up. "Uh uh. No way was bleach a part of this. Yours grew back in, like, what, two or three days? Mine'll never ever recover from that."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"They make green dye, for like, parties and raves and stuff, don't they?"

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
She folded her arms across her chest. "Yeah, not so much. You like it, you eat it."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine." Dawn had already decided that if it was horrific or bee-inducing, she could just spend a few hours in the shower. "I assume I need to go get my hair wet?"

She pulled her sweater off and stood there in a black t-shirt and jeans, towel slung over her shoulder, her plan being just to dunk her head under the shower faucet. "And no peeking, not that I think you would."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me, in case the t-shirt gets wet. I just wanted the whole disclaimer thing out there so I can hit you later, in case I need to," she explained. Her sweater wasn't exactly water-friendly, or she would have left it on. Stupid Antarctica. "Think I need cold or hot water for this?"

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cold water it is, then," she said, and went to dunk her head under the shower. She got out a few minutes later, head soaking wet and with a towel around her shoulders to catch the drips. "Now what?"

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn glanced around. "You want me to sit on the floor? Of the boys' bathroom?" Ewwww. "Isn't there another towel or something?"

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"My hero," she said, sitting on the stool and glancing upwards at him. "Jell-o me."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because it makes a difference?" Dawn asked, unable to believe she was sitting still for this. Still, payback was only fair. "....this is the unsweetened kind, right?"

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I want to not be a mosquito farm, thanks," she said, shaking her head before she realized that was a bad idea. A bit of green powder fell to the floor. "Are there even Antarctic mosquitoes? I'd think it would be too cold."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? Why?" Maybe she'd missed something? She held still, though, not wanting to get more green than necessary.

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I meant why don't you hate Antarctica?" Dawn asked. Strangely, she wasn't hating this as much as she thought she would. "Not that I want green eyes. Not that there's anything wrong with green eyes, just that I like my blue ones just fine."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-07-06 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, true. But it's not exactly bathing suit weather, is it?" She pointed out. "Plus, the toilet's backwards down here."