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The dorm lawn- Wednesday night at 2 am

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

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"Are you wearing something under those?" This was important, see.

"Um...no?" he said. Why the hell would he wear boxers to bed? Unless that was all he was wearing. "Why, you planning to steal my clothes?"

"Yes," Temari replied, now debating if it was worth the trade.

"I'll give you my shirt," Chuck said, starting to unbutton it. "But I'm keeping my pants."

Wow. He never thought he'd actually say that sentence ever.

Temari nodded, holding out her hand for the shirt. "I'll owe you."

"You better," Chuck said, handing it over. "It's freezing out here."

"I'll hit that Winchester person for you," She offered, quickly putting it on and buttoning up. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"You always know just what to say," Chuck said, smirking. And since it was his shirt she was wearing Chuck felt he could totally check her out without getting hit.

But not too much checking out. He was still having mechanical problems.

They all were.

And Temari was about ready to kill something over it. She would never live it down if Madrox found out how edgy she was over this.

"You're easy," She countered.

"True," Chuck said easily. "I will be the first to admit it."

Temari just smirked, pulling the shirt around herself more closely. "How's the shoulder?"

"Better," he said, turning his head slightly so he could look at it as best he could. "Gonna leave a nasty scar though."

Reaching over to touch the skin around the wound, Temari hummed thoughtfully. "You can brag about it to women."

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"I could. Just in case the cheekbones, the voice and the money don't already lure them in," Chuck nodded. "I can use the scar as a backup."

"The scar works better for me," Temari pointed out. Not that the voice or cheekbones hurt.

"You like bruises too?" he asked.

Temari just smirked. "Depends on what kind."

"Well, it looks like I'm visiting someone's room after a night of rough sex," he said. "You'll be all over me and my bruises."

Chuck winced. Why couldn't he stop thinking about sex?!

"Maybe if I wasn't seeing someone," Temari replied. And now she was thinking about rough sex with Madrox. Or just sex in general with Madrox. Or just necking.

...god she needed to get laid.

"Well, fine, you can just look then," he said. Silly people and their relationships.

"I wouldn't object to hearing details either," Temari replied.

Chuck gasped dramatically. "You dirty, dirty girl."

"Just because I say no, doesn't mean I'm not interested."

"Fair enough," Chuck said with a nod. "Maybe I will give you details next time."

God knows when next time would be.

It better be tonight. She needed it.

"When I give you your shirt back."

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