Third Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening | 11/14

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was bored, restless, and that was a dangerous combination. He made a big mug of hot cocoa and found something on the TV that would try and keep him occupied.

What he found was an Expose marathon on Spike. He'd never seen the show before, but right now strippers who fought crime while led by Billy Dee Williams?

That was exactly what he wanted to watch.

Oh, teenage boys.

[ooc: Open common room, open post!]

Comments

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Google it sometime," Peter said. "Lazy Sunday. Won't regret it. What's wrong with your head? It looks pretty okay to me."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Bad week. Not the kind where you almost end up dead, but the kind where something happens and you have to deal with it here and now and there's no way out of it and it gets you angry."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Peter said. "I had a pretty good week. No, scratch that, A really good week. But I've been there, too. I say... take solace in bad TV. There's nothing that helps you turn off your brain better."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"This is supposed to be bad TV?" The kung-fu strippers had made a good impression. "And thanks. Next week will be better."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"That's the right attitude," Peter said. "And yeah. I think most people think good TV has depth and real human drama. Right now, though... eh. Unless a girl comes here and gets offended, which is totally within her rights and I won't besmirch that at all, I'm keeping the channel here."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"No argument from me," Kyle said. "They're really good at that kung-fu."