Roof; Friday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was bored and tired of hanging around his room so when he finally got out of bed on Friday he decided to get out for a bit. Not to a common room since his post-Thanksgiving hangover wasn't allowing for him to be quite that social at the moment, but he knew he could handle being out on the roof for a bit. It was cold, but nothing Chuck couldn't handle. The scarf did more than make him look fantastic, you know.

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was drunk. Off of what, she would not admit. But she wouldn't deny her state.

"Happy Thanksgiving to the white people and my condolences to the Indians!"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck rolled his eyes. How very edgy of her.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Leda's self esteem she either didn't see the eye roll, or didn't care.

"Hiya Chuck, happy Thanksgiving."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You know it was yesterday, right?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda frowned. "It was? Shit. I get human holidays wrong sometimes."