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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | August 26

Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]

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"... Mostly," Zack admitted, shrugging faintly ~~and beaming with flattered pride~~. "I left out most of it, though. The eyeliner was way too much crud around my eyes in the first place."

There was a pause, and then Zack leaned forward, conspiratorially.

"I was going to have to wear a dress."

Granted, he totally had the legs for it.

"A dress?" Man, poor Zack. They both had it pretty damn bad. And Hannibal couldn't help that his eyes went down to Zack's legs ~~and he sighed again, siiiiigh~~.

"Who'd you make the dare with?" Maybe there was more than one evil girl in this school.

Oh, there was! So many of the girls were were evil! ~~Unlike the sexy, sexy men.~~

"Karla," Zack laughed. "I made the mistake of pointing out that there were always these girl-only parties, and asking her what would happen if a guy were to crash it sometime, and the conversation went kind of downhill from there. But then last night I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and... Man, I just couldn't do it."

The dress had been pink, Hannibal. And possibly cobbled together out of three different dresses just to be able to fit Zack. You may proceed to fantasize, now.

Oh, Hannibal was fantasizing. He was fantasizing a lot, in fact.

"Karla! I know Karla," he said and laughed. "She is evil. She was trying to get me to take a spiritual quest in her homeworld that almost definitely meant certain peril. I've wondered what goes on at those girl only parties too, dude. Maybe they gossip about us?"

Well, his ego hoped so.

"That's probably exactly what they do," Zack replied, pouting a little at the missed opportunity. "And do girly things like braid one another's hair and paint their nails. And maybe get into pillow fights."

...

"Oh, man, I just missed out on getting into a pillow fight with every girl in the school, in their pyjamas."

What kind of a man was he now!?

"...you could have gone to the promised land!" Hannibal exclaimed, momentarily forgetting about the whole dancing shame he was enduring. "That's like every guy's dream, right there! Pillow fights with girls in their skimpy pajamas!"

"There will be other slumber parties, right?" Zack was only barely refraining from flailing his arms around. "Other chances to see the light! There have to be!"

And he already had the dress!

"I hope so, for your sake!" Because he wouldn't be there to see them. Sad. "I mean, they can't just have one and no more for the rest of the year, right? They're girls, they like getting together and plotting evil."

Poor Zack and his flailing flaily arms. He deserved another shot at that.

"Next time! I'll go next time! And I'll take pictures! For the good of all the guys who ever wondered what they do on those things!"

It was a brilliant plan! It was! In all its simplicity!

"You would be doing your gender a great favor," Hannibal said, giving Zack's shoulder a pat. "Especially since I might not be here and pictures will be all I have! I'll need the good reminders of why this place is awesome."

"You'll be the first person that I send those pictures to," Zack promised, solemnly. "You've totally proven that you're worthy after today, man."

With his sexy, sexy dance.

Oh look, Hannibal was back to looking queasy. "Yeah, this is what my bet got me. I think Kate's just got a mind for embarrassment. And she hustled me."

She hadn't. He'd just been too cocky.

"I'll make a point to get a photo of her being whomped by a pillow while wearing her girly nightclothes," Zack promised, laughing and shrugging a little. "With you in mind."

"That would be a HUGE prize," Hannibal decided, "since I don't think Kate's a huge girly girl in the first place. If you catch her acting like one, I'd be big time in your debt."

"I'll think of it like a personal mission," Zack decided, laughing. His shiny lip gloss was totally glimmering in the sunlight from the window. In a manly way. "I will not fail!"

Oh, he probably would. But it wouldn't be for lack of trying.

Hannibal started to laugh at the pronouncement and even more at how he looked while promising all this.

"I think you'd make a hot chick, Zack."

Zack was now running through a range of expressions that went from confused to pouty, and then onward into laughing territory, plunging ahead into smug and then just plan playfully flirty.

"Well," he decided, batting his eyelashes and trying not to just completely crack up in the process, "somebody's got to."

"Hey, I'd make a hot chick too!"

Then, he looked down at himself and winced.

"I'd make a hot chick if we forget this little moment ever happened."

And now, Zack was giving Hannibal a look that would go down in infamy as the most airheaded look that he had ever managed to give, ever, especially since it was aided along with such pretty makeup.

"Which little moment was that? All I remember is talking about pillow fights!"

That he'd missed out on. The humanity!

Hannibal grinned but wasn't about to remind Zack of the whole dancing in spandex like a spaz thing.

"I wonder if girls would try to crash guy parties if we had those."

"I don't know," Zack admitted, thoughtfully. "What would they crash it for? I guess some of the guys might bother to peel their shirts off before they pass out for the night, but after that, it's mostly just really gory movies and nacho chips. And gossip that they'd probably want to smack us for."

"I think some of 'em would try just to say they did," Hannibal replied thoughtfully. "Just to say they'd fooled the guys and got in and no one was none the wiser."

Personally, Hannibal didn't believe that was possible. "It's like they don't know guys have radars for girls. We'd know them in a heartbeat."

"They look cuter in our clothing than we do, for one," laughed Zack. "That would give them away in no time. And unless they were really new, odds are that somebody at the party would recognize them anyhow."

Everyone at the girl party last night would have known that he was a guy, yeah. But probably would have let it slide on the grounds that Zack actually went and shaved his legs for the occasion.

Oh, Zack was lucky Hannibal didn't know he'd shaved his legs. He would have teased him mercilessly.

"I wonder if there are any girls around here that would be that interested in seeing what goes on at guy parties," he said, considering it again. "I mean, it would be a good study aide for when the island inevitably turns girls into guys again."

"You figure when the island goes and does that, all of the girls in the school are going to get together and have a guy party?" Zack laughed a little. "You know, that's totally what needs to happen, next time. Everyone left looking like a girl can throw their own party, and all the guys at the time can throw theirs, and then everyone can compare notes at the end of the day."

For science!

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | August 26

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