Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had went and grabbed food and brought his cat Hunter out with him, and now he was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in one hand and petting a purring cat with the other. On the tv was the Golden Globes; Dean wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to watch but the remote was sitting on the coffee table out of reach unless he shifted Hunter and he didn't feel strongly enough about the viewing material to do that.

"You're lucky I'm such a softie," he said to his cat. Hunter just butted his hand to get more petting.

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois was on the hunt for a fridge that actually had Dr. Pepper (she had a craving) and stopped in her tracks as she tried to process Dean + the Golden Globes.

"Watching for the stirring acceptance speeches?" she guessed.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm trapped under a cat," Dean explained.

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois walked close enough so she could see over the back of the couch. "Oh so you are. Cute cat. Is it yours or is there a plague of cats going around sitting in people's laps and forcing them to watch award shows?"

She was a strange person, yes.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"There may be a plague but this one is mine."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"I had to ask. You never know," Lois said as she walked over to the fridge. She was very pleased to see that, yes, the fourth floor fridge knew good soda. She took one out of the fridge before taking a seat in front of the TV.

"I'd be nice and offer to hand you the remote but I kind of want to see what everybody is wearing," Lois said, cracking open the Dr. Pepper.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Eh," Dean said shrugging. "I've got pizza and a purring cat. I can survive."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"You might be singing a different tune once we get to the fifth or sixth person bursting into tears and claiming that they don't deserve such an honor," she said with a grin. "It takes a brave man to stomach that horror."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Lois," Peyton said. "Pastries?"

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no thanks," Lois said. "Christmas did me in with the sugary stuff. I ate every piece of candy that came out from behind a doorway or out of my closet."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Well, I spent the day with an empathy belly on," Peyton said with a smile. "I've earned one. And a massage probably."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Yikes," Lois said, wrinkling up her nose. "That was for class, right?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Extra credit," Peyton assured her. "And the fun of watching Angela wear one too. But still, not an experience I'm eager to repeat anytime soon."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I think that's an experience I'm hoping to avoid for a long, long time," she replied. Lois as a mother would be a scary thing. "What class is that for, anyway?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton had finally turned the empathy belly back in. It was an incredible relief to have it off, but she was still left achy, tired, and mildly grumpy. She definitely deserved one of the leftover pastries she and Angela had picked up. Which... were still upstairs where they'd left them.

So, she climbed the additional flight of stairs and went in to retrieve them. Dean was always a welcome sight, but first, yes, chocolate covered cream puff. "Oh, I have so earned this."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Leftovers in the fridge?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

She waved the cream puff at him. "Pastries forgotten in the rush to get non-pregnant again. And I needed one. There's more if you want."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe after the pizza," Dean said, taking another bite.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well, you didn't spend the day in one of those stupid empathy bellies," Peyton said with a grin. "Gives you a craving for sweets."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"See, there's reasons why not to volunteer for things in class," Dean point out.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Coming up from his workout, Cal had noticed people in the common room, and decided that, hell, after his shower, he'd go down and see who was there. He was in a good mood; he could be social.

"Dean," he nodded to the old cabinmate as he plopped down. "Long time, no see, man."

Unless you counted seeing someone who looked just like him under a mohawk and piercings, which Cal didn't.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Cal," Dean greeted him, waving with his pizza.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"How's it going?" Cal asked. "And is there any more of that pizza?"

One of those questions he considered significantly more important than the other.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself," Dean said, gesturing at the box on the table.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sweet." Cal had missed it at first, and was hungry enough that he didn't mind getting up to grab some, although he did do it with a mostly theatrical sort of grunt at the effort. Mostly. It had been a good workout, so his body was definitely in a time to stop now, thanks mode.

Cal returned to flopping back into his place with a plate of two slices, taking a might that muffled his question of what Dean's been up to quite a bit.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thankfully was well versed in full-mouthese. "Oh y'know. Same old same old. New classes, old routine."