Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

There were smells and sounds coming from the fifth floor common room that would probably tempt most passers-by.
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.

Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.

And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.

[ooc: So open!]

Comments

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Jennifer said. "We'll have to hold it off campus, though. If we're planning on liquor."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, good point. Well, there's always liquor at Caritas."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Good point," Jennifer said. "It is sort of custom-made for this sort of activity."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I suppose we should have food too. Just so people won't think it's only for getting drunk."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Proper party stuff. Pizza chips and all that," Jennifer said.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Well you have to have pizza. I'm pretty sure that's a requisite."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Pizza practically is a party in itself," Jennifer joked.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"If you get the right toppings."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jennifer said. "Anything else you think we should gather?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda ticked the items off on her fingers. "Hmm, booze, food, music, and of course, people."