Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 01/26 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Popcorn? Check.

A suspiciously varied and plentiful supply of Faygo pop? Check.

'Missing' remote? Check.

TV 'stuck' on the same place it was stuck every Monday evening at eight o'clock EST? Check.

And Cal was too comfortable to move from where he was sprawled on the couch. What tragedy, indeed.


[[ yup, basic weekly Rumor Gal post is open as always. ]]

[[ And I actually typed 'Rumor Cal' first. The ensuing laugh was obnoxiously loud ]]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"And what if she was a complete awful bitch and she made you absolutely miserable, but it would be okay, because you'd be more, what? Socially acceptable then?"

The passion in his voice was quickly turning into a heat that he couldn't really control.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

For some reason, Hurley pictured this as marrying Chuck Bass, if Chuck was a woman.

He shuddered. "Okay, yeah. That would suck. And I'd just end up eating myself back to this in the long run, probably."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

There was a slight pause as Cal thought about that last part. "Exactly," he went back to forging ahead. "Exactly. It's bullshit, that's what it is."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Hurley said. "Magic can't bring you happiness in an instant. Things are... deeper than that."