Super Bowl Party, 1st Floor Rec Room, Sunday Afternoon

[withoutverona]

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, please wait for OCD is done.]

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Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah put another chip in her mouth, eyes narrowing, then swallowed and said, "Okay. When? Tomorrow?"

This so might be a mistake, but it ought to at least be interesting.

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[bitchprince]

"Tomorrow morning," Arthur replied, dealing with his own handful of utterly bland chips. He'd stop eating them at any moment. "The salle."

He would've claimed not to have the time, but right now, he'd take anything that made him feel less useless.

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Okay. An hour before classes." Dinah's eyes narrowed at the 'training' comment, and she grabbed one of his chips. "They're better with salsa."

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[bitchprince]

"Don't be late," he said, firmly. "...What?"

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Never," Dinah said equally firmly back. "The red sauce," she pointed to her own. "Tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic, spices, nummy!" She dipped a chip in it and then popped it in her mouth. "MmmmMMMmmmm."

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[bitchprince]

Arthur just shook his head. "Whatever," he dubbed it, "There's got to be something more edible around here somewhere."

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good luck finding it," Dinah said cheerfully, taking another bite of chips and salsa. Mmmmmmmmm. "It's all snacky snacks."

Re: Pre-Game Mingling

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, and paced further down the table to go find something. Anything.