Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

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Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It's amazing," Quinn nodded. "Seriously, there's this thing called discretion that some of us like."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I'm all for being sex-positive, but not, you know, risking the STD-kinda-positive," Kenzi said. Then, partly because it was true, partly to tease Quinn, she said "On the other hand, if you're careful enough, then what the hell? Why not boom-shaka-laka with all the very very fine guys here?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Only the guys?" Quinn asked, teasing Kenzi a little right back. "I'd think some of the girls might be worth switching teams, if you were just going based on hotness. And nobody ever got pregnant that way."

She could have turned it into a celibacy club lecture, but she had learned to save her breath.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Valid point," Kenzi conceded, grin widening. "Surreal's pretty damn hot. So's Raven. That would be cool." She looked over at Toby, with her feet ensconced in his lap. "You know, if I were lookin'. Ooo, there's a new profession for me to tell Peter I'm checking out. Courtesan!"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"And then you could watch him turn purple," Quinn offered. "Seriously, courtesan?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Well, no," Kenzi admitted. "That's the kind of job that always sounds better in TV-movies. It's probably plenty glamorous in Surreal's world. But here it would just be work work work."