fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Monday Evening

With a towel over one shoulder, Hannibal had disappeared into the bathroom about an hour ago. The hot shower had taken up most of that time but now he was out, clad in only his jeans, and standing in front of one of the mirrors, doing what guys do when their in the bathroom.

Checking themselves out, of course. It was a time honored secret tradition amongst men. They might not act it but they all wanted to look good. Had to look good out of clothes to really think you look good in them. Or something.

For Hannibal, that mostly meant deciding if he needed a shave or not. He'd decided no and then moved on to wondering if he needed a haircut. The wet hair didn't really help that decision since it wasn't doing its normal 'stick up where it pleases' schtick that he'd gotten so used to.

"Maybe I could just do it myself," he said to no one, ruffling his hair and not realizing how bad an idea that truly would be.

[Open to boys (and boys from other floors are so welcome)...and girls! Like any of the boys care if the girls wanna sneak in! This was partly due to me wanting

rocksthescarf to make a post where Chuck shaved his chest hair (I used her favorite icon in honor of that) and wanting to see how many shirtless icons I could get in one place. Mondays do things to my brain.]

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Hannibal, of course, didn't hear anyone at the door what with the big group of guys gathered inside.

Any eavesdroppers were free and clear for the time being.

Lucky them.

There were almost certainly half-dressed men on the other side of the door, which was why she was not allowed to ease the door open and peer inside. That would be horrible and shameless and thoroughly improper in ways she couldn't begin to attach words to.

Do please ignore the fact that she'd tossed her virtue out the window a week or so back on a whim, and that she'd never found much use for propriety.

A small crack. Tug on the door, gently, and peek inside. If there was nudity, she would absolutely shut the door again and leave. Almost certainly.

Curiosity hadn't killed The Cat, but it certainly had unpleasant consequences for Alice now and again.

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What was unpleasant about it? There were hot guys! Some of them more naked than others!

Like Reno! Reno was very naked! And also very perceptive!

"Yo Alice! C'mon in! It's a party!"

And not entirely sane.

At Reno's voice and the word 'Alice', Hannibal craned his neck and started grinning.

"Listen to the man, Alice," he agreed. "Bathroom's big enough!"

The door opened a bit wider, and a distinctly-not-male head poked into the room.

"I don't believe I'm allowed to enter," she said, hoping to sound as though she was quite demure.

A moment later, she asked, "Is there a party?"

"Impromptu but that's what it looks like," he said, gesturing her inside. "I think if we give you permission, you can come inside. You're not gonna hurt us."

"You can't be sure of that," Alice said, eyes dancing. "I could be quite deviously scheming against you, on behalf of my own sex. We girls are a tricky lot."

She was, however, pulling the door open the rest of the way and stepping inside. He had invited her, after all.

This had nothing to do with the wealth of charms on display. Really.

"Alice, are you scheming against me?" he asked, wandering closer to her. "Do you want to make all us boys cry?"

"I plead the fourth," she said firmly. "Fifth, perhaps? I'm quite fond of those television shows which have criminals getting arrested, and according to those, I'm free not to incriminate myself. Are you likely to cry?"

"Yes, yes I am," he lied, sniffling exaggeratedly. "I might cry and the bathroom would flood with my tears. And I think it's the fifth."

"I nearly drowned in a pool of my own tears once," Alice related. Because such things happened to Alice, now and then. "But I swam to safety and all was well. I believe I shall plead the third, fourth, and fifth, just to be certain that I'm covered. Why would you be crying? If I'm interrogating you, I should know these things."

"Because you might be scheming against me and that would just hurt my delicate feelings," he teased. "I have an easily breakable heart."

[And I might pass out aaaaaaanytime. SP, though!]

It was very difficult to affect an air of seriousness while surrounded by half-dressed men, but Alice was trying her best.

"I believe you're going about it all wrong," she said airily. "When Georgie Porgie kissed the girls, it was to make them cry, and not himself. Improper methodology all around."

(Yay, SP! night!)

"Yeah, but was Georgie being schemed against after inviting a girl to his party?" Hannibal wondered. "That might have been part of the rhyme I missed. Because I haven't had a girl cry when I kissed since...first grade and that's only because I stepped on her foot too."

"That was the second verse," Alice said airily. "Queen Alice sauntered into his sanctuary and schemed against him and refused to cry. It's much lesser known, I'm afraid. A shame."

"What sort of scheme are you planning, Alice?" Hannibal asked, grinning. "If you're scheming, maybe I could get a hint?"

"That would be horribly counterproductive," she said lightly. "Besides, it's you who has decided I'm scheming. I might be on a perfectly innocent trip through your bathroom. Perhaps I've lost my way."

"Alice, are you on a perfectly innocent trip through our bathroom?" he asked, hoping to catch her with honesty.

She folded her hands behind her back, as she always did when she was hoping not to fidget.

"Not ... entirely," she admitted, flushing a light pink. "But my intentions are far less sinister than you imply."

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