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

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

At which point Archie would have been very disappointed, had he actually been placing bets on how soon the fisticuffs would begin.

Not that he'd have admitted to the wager in the first place.

[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.