the deck | evening | wednesday | april 21

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Even though he had one more final tomorrow, Hannibal was out on the deck, celebrating the fact that he'd pretty much managed to successfully finish high school. The drinks, the music, the candles, and his energy pretty much signified that something good had happened at least.

Sure, he was steadfastly ignoring thoughts of graduation still but it was nice to know he hadn't completely bombed out of school like he thought he might do at one point. That called from some libations and music. No, he wasn't up and dancing but he was tapping a foot along to the beat while sprawled in a lounger. It was almost the same thing.

[open deck is open, yep!]

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"Yeah, I took a class on modeling and a class on living with difficult women," he said, shrugging. "I think I can safely fall under the slacker heading."

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"Which means you don't have to worry about Deadpool giving you C's. I can see now where that works out." She'd never ever ever go for it herself.

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"It's a good system," he said and shrugged. "It means I can do things like this without worrying that I'm about to wreck my future forever and ever. I'm not even going to college."