Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"If you saw what she looks like you'd be joining me in that sentiment," Chuck replied. Note how he didn't deny anything. "I actually saw a doppelganger of her during Homecoming. One who wasn't a crazy coke whore. Or at least she didn't seem like one."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Chuck, one day, I fear you're going to end up in Vegas, drunk and married," Hannibal said, all innocence.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"The Vegas and drunk thing I'll do any day. You're welcome to come with," he said. "The married thing? Not so much. I'd have to be taking several kinds of drugs in order to put me in the mindset for marriage."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I'd be happy to come," he said. "I could at least play wingman for people that try to marry you. Some of those Vegas girls are pushy."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You speaking from experience?" Chuck asked.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Not direct," he said. "Had some friends lose their shirts, literally, without even gambling except on the girl they picked up."