Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.

He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract cute girls people to common rooms?"

Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

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"I'm going stag," he said with a nod. "Way easier to maximize my options that way."

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"So, you've gotten a hotel room, then?" wondered Bod, curious about how all of this went.

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"Nah, we'll probably just kick out someone's roommate," he said thoughtfully. "Or find a bush to do it in. But if you have a date and you want to make it 'special,' or whatever, hotel room's the way to go."

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"A bush?" That just sounded painful to Bod. He'd slept on the ground before so picturing...that particular activity occurring was making him wince.

"My roommate's out of town," he shared, shaking his head to rid himself of that bush image. "Why couldn't we, possibly, use my room?"

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"Okay, if you do that, you have to have a fuckton of candles," Puck said wisely. "It's romantic or something."

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Bod was so not prepared for this dance, apparently. He'd thought a suit and some fairly nice shoes would be it.

"I didn't know so much went into formal dances," he said and laughed. "What if she doesn't even want to? That might happen."

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"...she'll want to. Failure is not an option," Puck said seriously. "I mean, you're wearing a tie and getting drunk. What more does she want?"

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"I don't know," Bod said which he guessed was the problem. "I just don't think I should automatically expect her to want that because I wore a suit and a tie."

He wasn't touching the drunk bit.

"It would be her choice, wouldn't it?" he added. "It wouldn't be required."

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"Yeah, but she'll want to! Suit!" Puck pointed out again.

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"All suits have that power?" Bod didn't think so. "What if I've chosen a bad suit?"

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"You're a good-looking dude. I don't mean that in a gay way," Puck hastened to add. "But you can get away with a bad suit, to an extent."

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"Right, thank you," he said and slid his fingers through his hair. "I'm fairly sure my suit's not incredibly bad. I asked for help when I was buying it."

And Bod hoped that the salesgirl didn't lead him wrong just for kicks. Still, now he was thinking about...way too many things in regards to this dance.