Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]

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[brat_inslayage]

You know, Kennedy, just a thought, that shirt might not be your best idea now, but whatever.

A jacket might've been a good idea, though, she realized; it was kind of drafty in here. Or maybe that was just the sense of foreboding because Bobby had brownie mix.

"You do know what you're doing with that, don't you?" she asked, none too optimistically, as she idly flipped through channels on the TV. One of the snow angels was looking adoringly up at Bobby, and she rolled her eyes. "Your opinion is so not objective."

[longislandiceme]

"It's a mix!" Bobby said defensively. "How hard could it be?"

Famous last words.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Bobby!" George said, wandering in.

He eyed the brownie situation. "Don't ye need adult supervision for that kind of thing?" he teased. "Or, y'know, Sookie?"

[longislandiceme]

He really, really did.

Not that he was going to admit that, no. Instead, he was just going to stick his tongue out at George and throw the now-empty box in his direction. "It's a box mix. Easy!"

Said the boy who burned macaroni and cheese, yes.

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy stopped her sugar search and eyed the guy who'd come in. "Oh, good. So I'm not the only one wondering."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah came in bundled up in fuzzy jammies, a huge bathrobe, bear-foot slippers and an afghan. She tilted her head at the snow angels, then grinned at Bobby. "Someone has a harem?"

[longislandiceme]

"What can I say?" he shrugged and gave her a cocky grin. "They've got good taste,"

[brat_inslayage]

"Yo, Dinah," Kennedy said offhandedly, with a glance down at the smaller cluster of snow angels hanging out near her, and a sigh, and a look at Bobby's gaggle of snow groupies.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey Dinah," George said with a nod. "They've got terrible taste."

[lovemykilt]

"Dig the threads, man."

[glacial_queen]

"DINAH!!!" There was a very happy Karla flying to glomp onto her. *You were right!* she sent, thoughts going a mile a minute. *They all forgave me and understood and no one hates me and it's gonna be okay!!!*

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was actually gasp, shock, horror wandering out into a common room. He was jonesing for something sweet, and was out of baked goods in his own room.

Ramone the flying squirrel was curled up on his shoulder, occasionally leaning up to try and gnaw on his earring. "Yo."

[brat_inslayage]

"Yo," Kennedy said right on back from near the impending disaster zone oven. "Nice pet you have there."

[longislandiceme]

"Yo yourself, dude," Bobby replied. "What's up?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Yer rat is tryin' t'eat yer earring," George noted in lieu of a greeting.

[glacial_queen]

Now that finals were over and she'd pretty much confessed to anyone who needed confessing to, Karla was in a much better mood to be sociable. Since there didn't seem to be anything happening in her floor's common room, she decided to head up a floor.

It helped that she'd gotten a free DVD with her shipment, Hen Parties Gone Wild XVII: Chickies Across the Channel. She had no idea what that all meant, but it sounded fun.

"Kiss kiss!" she chirped, sticking her head into the room to see who all was there. "I have a movie!"

[longislandiceme]

"Hey, um. Karla," Bobby gave the girl from his Ethics class a smile that maybe had a little bit of 'I hope I didn't embarrass myself too badly the other week with the whole locking-myself-away thing' forcedness behind it. "Go ahead and put it in, if you want. We're not really watching anything right now."

[brat_inslayage]

"Hey, Karla," Kennedy called. "Movie? Sweet. There's, like, nothing good on tonight."

[lovemykilt]

"Karla! 'Sup?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Hello, lass," George said, grinning over at her. Did ye come t'share it?"

The Movie

[glacial_queen]

One could tell that the movie was not the animal romp through the barn yard that Karla had been expecting by the opening credits. There were lots of shots of women in compromising positions, wearing very little clothing, usually surrounded by lots of cheering crowds. And alcohol.

The actual DVD opened with a smarmy-looking British guy winking at the camera and addressing the viewer. "Thanks for tunin' in to the seventh edition of Hen Parties Go Wild! Now, 'ave we got put togevver a movie for even the most jaded palate. Just when you think you've seen everythin', we sent our crew to the Continent to see what those girls get up to on th'eve before their weddings. And what we caught will be sure to delight an' TIT-illate all uv you."

And it quickly went downhill from there. The three French 'stars' (Sophie, Cosette, and Veronique) seemed more than willing to take up the challenge of being even wilder than the British girls of the previous six DVDs.

Much, much wilder.

To the tune of several friends, a few interesting items that would look quite at home in 'Dite's shop, and, and Cosette's case, the priest that would supposedly be marrying her in two days. On the altar.

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Re: The Movie

[lovemykilt]

Priestly stared. A lot.

This was possibly the best movie he'd ever seen.

"Holy crap."

Re: The Movie

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

Um.

George had grown up around prostitutes and th' like in the Lower City, but, um. Usually they didn' do such things in temples.

He was so totally blushing as his poor adolescent brain shortcircuited. A lot.

Re: The Movie

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy broke down snickering about ten seconds into the actual footage, torn between getting bitchy at the smarmy announcer or just going with the whole thing.

She got herself comfortable on the couch, put her feet up on the coffee table, and tucked her hands behind her head to watch.

"Oh, God, come on. That is so-- who actually does that?"

This was so wrong. And yet hilarious.

Re: The Movie

[longislandiceme]

"...Um." Bobby squeaked, wanting to look away but somehow unable to tear his eyes away from the television.

His fanclub, on the other hand, gave little shrieks of horror and covered their eyes. They didn't need to see that!