Room 406, while the radio's broadcasting

[soldtoarmenians]

Heard faintly through the door by anyone passing by in the hall: "WHO WAS FLIRTING AT THE WATCHER'S COUNCIL? THERE WAS NO FLIRTING! UNLESS IT WAS PIPPI AND VICTOR!"

Heard quite a bit more loudly, since Xander opened the door and stuck his head out to make sure people heard it: "THERE WAS KISSING, YES. OF PARKER!"

Xander's hair? No longer pink. No lipstick, no body-glitter, no mousse. He still has a faint line of doomed fish going up his cheek, however, a maple leaf on his forehead, and a statement about dairy products on his arm. Man, those sharpies are a bitch to scrub off.

Comments

[soldtoarmenians]

If Archie and Anders were both there, Xander would've been placing bets on how soon the fisticuffs would begin.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Which makes it an extra good thing that none of this actually happened, really.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. We can have much more fun on the pretty boat! And I won't need to thump anyone for fighting or clean up 'xploded Anders' brain.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

And if Quark were there, he'd happily be taking those bets. Not to mention thinking about erecting a steel cage so things would really draw a crowd and more bets.