Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 01/19 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.


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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf just happen to show up in the common room at the time that Rumor Gal would start.

To get some Prune Juice.

Really.

That's it.

"Cal," he said in greeting. "I trust you are well."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal was very impressed at his ability to keep a grin down. "Worf," he nodded firmly back, very proper. Very manly. "I am. And yourself?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Fine," he said pouring himself a cup. "Anything good on tv?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley, after making his way to somewhere he heard people, tilted his head at the TV. "Dude, what is that?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal shrugged. "Usual crap. Rumor Gal, I think. Can't find the remote."

He paused, just slightly.

"I've got popcorn."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Crappy teenage soap drama," Cal answered, shrugging. "Not much else on on a Monday night, you know?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Hurley said. "Uhhhh, how lost would I be if I started watching now?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Not very," Cal offered. "It's pretty predictable stuff."

He wouldn't say anything more; anything more might suggest that he actually knew this stuff.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber shuffled in and flopped on the couch. "Can I have some of that popcorn?" she asked Cal.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if you say please," Cal said, pulling it just out of her reach.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Hurley said. He started scouring the fridge for spare snackfood. "Save me a spot on the couch."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was too lazy to even roll her eyes. "Please?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Got it," Cal said, shifting to make some room for whenever Hurley found what he wanted.

"It's at least entertaining," he assured him. "And there's hot chicks."

Always the fallback.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Cal said, shifting the bowl back for her to reach, and giving her a faint grin.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She took a handful and popped pieces in her mouth. "You should have cooked like... chicken wings or something."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"It's not like I expected a crowd or anything."

"You could make chicken wings, too, you know."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Pfft, I'm not cooking," she snorted, slouching. "This day has been made of lazy and I'm sticking to it."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Well hey, that's all I need," Hurley chuckled. He found some cheese and closed the fridge. He plopped onto the couch. "Seriously, other stuff just gets in the way."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"So, how'd last night turn out?"

Yes, he had to ask.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Plot? Character development? Riveting action?" Cal asked.

"Pssssh. Bring on the warhorse legs."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley gave Amber a little wave from where he sat. "Do you follow this show?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber turned her head towards the TV, and shrugged a little. "It was just another night."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Warhorse legs?" Hurley said. That wasn't a phrase he was familiar with.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She wiggled her hand back and forth. "Kind of. If you miss a show, it's okay, 'cause you totally know what's going on anyway."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I thought things were pretty quiet over there..."