Second Floor Boys Bathroom, Sunday after the return

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Bruce lived on the fifth floor. This was only the second. Bruce didn't care. It was the nearest set of showers for him to wash off the stink of sweat, filth, human blood (mostly not his), and grenade launcher exhaust. It had been a long weekend. Residents of the second floor were just going to have to deal with his trespassing.

And his humming. The damn Flower Waltz was stuck in his head after that last fight and it just wouldn't leave.

[OOC: It seems like a lot of people in the lobby were talking about showers, so why not. Come to the showers, wash up, and discuss what exactly that horrifying goop in your hair is! And try not to make out too much, I suppose.]

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[momslilassassin]

"There's a third choice!" Ben declared. "I heard the third floor works fine."

He'd heard no such thing.

[likes_scoundrels]

"I am not going to make it up those stairs without a shower," Leia said. Now it had become a game of teasing Ben.

[momslilassassin]

"Well you're not using my water," Ben shot back.

[likes_scoundrels]

"Of course not," Leia sighed. "Yours is dirty."

[momslilassassin]

"Aunt Leia," Ben whined.

[likes_scoundrels]

"I'm not going to look at you," Leia said. "And the other boys in here have already kindly left for me. Please?"

[momslilassassin]

"Fine," Ben grumbled. "But you owe me."

[likes_scoundrels]

"Of course," Leia grinned.

She was probably going to regret this at some point, wasn't she?