Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]

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[brat_inslayage]

Shyeah, they so were not. "So what's so important in the land of UC bears a striking resemblance to the UC Sunnydale campus Inferior Coastal City that they have to drag you out there for it all the time?" Kennedy asked, trying to muss his hair.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby ducked, but not in time to avoid the hair-ruffling entirely. "Weird as it sounds? I'm actually kinda helping out with War's... business-venture-thing," he explained. It wasn't even a lie, really. Except for how the Champions were more of a non-profit than a business.

[brat_inslayage]

"Business venture. You." Kennedy had to show off her single-eyebrow-raising skills at that. "Helping out? Didn't really call you for that type. Way to be full of surprises."

[longislandiceme]

"Hey!" Bobby gave her a mock-offended glare. "I'll have you know that I have all sorts of skills."