http://flashesforinfo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-06-06 12:39 am

4th Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

This week was working very, very nicely for Angela, thank you. She hadn't kissed or flirted with the wrong people, or been without someone to help her out when she wanted to get rid of that excess pent up energy.

This last few days, had been kind of amazing (if tiring) as far as she was concerned, and the amount of time she'd spent outside her room, had been minimal.

Occasionally though, there was a need for things like food and showers, and it was the first of those things that had driven her from her cosy room and boyfriend to make sandwiches (easy things, she didn't have the concentration for more than that) and she was pottering around the common room kitchen in hot pants and a t-shirt putting them together, humming to a jingle on the TV as she did so.

[[Common room is open like a common room is.]]

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton came in the room and slouched on one of the couches. "You are far too cheerful."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton narrowed her eyes at her. "Don't even go there. The only thing I've gotten from this whole... mess is detention tomorrow morning."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I was TAing for Culture Shock and I was feeling all, well, you know, hot and bothered, and I asked Arthur, the other TA, what was up 'cause he seemed off and he just started staring and next thing I know Merlin is there being all threatening And then Captain Algren told us all to get out and when I protested that I hadn't been doing anything he gave me detention."

Yes, still bitter and pissy about that.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Only if you're not getting sex," Peyton grumbled.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't even go there," Peyton said even more grumpily.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I swear I can hear you thinking about it," Peyton said, crossing her arms and looking amazingly miserable.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton shook her head. Even chocolate wasn't going to do it for her tonight.

"Thanks, I'm good."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton looked over at it and frowned thougtfully. "Why would - oh! Oh, God Angela! I swear I'm going to go up on the roof where there's no one around!"

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I could offer it to Dean and Chuck," she suggested drily.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if they'd stop making radio..."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Smashed my radio against the wall Thursday morning," Peyton admitted with the first cheeriness she'd managed. "Won't hear about anything anymore."
Edited 2009-06-06 02:24 (UTC)

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-06-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"With the images you just put in my head of you and Hannibal?" Peyton asked with another eyebrow raise. "I may never eat it again."