4th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

[stacyexperiment]

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but moddable dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)


[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

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[stacyexperiment]

"Things our parents would probably disapprove of." Well, Gwen's parents wouldn't. Aunt May probably would have done the same thing at her age. "Join us!"

[doesnotkneel]

"My parents already disapprove of most of what I do," Edward mused, "What's one more notch on the post?"

He was going to be very happy that he did this, once the TV got really dirty. "Mind you, I can't watch that thing for more than a couple minutes at a time."

[stacyexperiment]

"Why not?" she asked.

[doesnotkneel]

"My head starts hurting and my eyes begin to blur," Edward explained, waving at his face. "I'm not used to this sort of contraption."

[stacyexperiment]

"That's no fair. We could describe it to you?"

GWEN.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward blinked.

... He loved the women of this century. He really did.

"I wouldn't object if you did," he said, after a moment.

[stacyexperiment]

"Awesome. Let me know when your head hurts." God, that sounded wrong. "I'm Gwen, by the way."

[doesnotkneel]

"Edward," Edward offered, grinning broadly at her-- looking only a bit baffled. He'd known some bawdy tavern wenches in his day, all right, even if they would never have offered something like that.

"So this was your idea?" he said.

[stacyexperiment]

"Kathy's, really. I was called out to do this, and here we are," Gwen said. She was really trying not to be too passive-aggressive about this, but really, she was not capable of turning down a challenge like that.

[doesnotkneel]

"This was a challenge, then?" Edward said. He looked towards the television. "I do believe you've completed it with great aplomb."

[stacyexperiment]

"Thank you," she said. "I'm new, I'm sure people'll learn that I do stuff like this."

At least she probably wouldn't get suspended for this!

[doesnotkneel]

"You've certainly taught me, Gwen," Edward said, grinning.

After a moment, feeling a bit daring, he added, "I do believe my eyes are hurting."

IT WAS WORTH A SHOT.

[stacyexperiment]

"Okay, so, the guy and the girl..." Gwen said, describing what she saw on the screen, which was probably more making fun of it than being graphic.

She said she'd do it.

[doesnotkneel]

She was talking to a boy from the early 18th century. It was more than enough.

... Not for that, ew, but more than enough to get his mind going for the next week or so.

"Naturally," he said, when she was done, "Logic dictates that they should."

Recovering with sarcasm!

[stacyexperiment]

"Seriously. No idea how anyone takes this seriously," Gwen said, shaking her head at the screen.

[doesnotkneel]

"There's naked people," Edward said, "That's always decent motivation to pretend it's serious."

Don't mind him giving you moon-eyes, Gwen.

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen tried to look very serious, watching for a moment.

"Nope. Can't. Can't even pretend."

[doesnotkneel]

"Very sad," Edward said with a sigh.