Room 227 [Friday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge unlocks his door and then brings out a stack of plastic cups, a couple of bottles of pop, and a bottle of spacevodka before taking a seat on one of the beds.

"Okay then. Everyone know the rules?"

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Rory nodded. "'I Have Never.'"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Do these rules involve consumption of Evil Blackness From Space, or are there alternative beverages? Because I'm planning on making another enemy-pairing glitter flag that just says "Xander/Spacevodka" and hanging it from the top of the castle tomorrow."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"There's pop," Bridge says, gesturing at the caffienated beverages in question. "And what's wrong with Onyx vodka anyway?" he asks with a pout.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I have Irish Cream," Rory added. "Because I'm girly like that."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raised an eyebrow. "I like Irish Cream. Because I'm manly enough to be comfortable admitting that."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander could write a book. Matter of fact, he did, and accidentally mailed it to the wrong place. He's not planning on giving public readings. "Tastes fine. Just made me way to drunkenated, way too fast. A little drunkenation goes a long way."

He eyes the sodas dubiously. "You're allowed to play this game with pop?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm there," Parker said, not looking at Xander. Because Space Vodka being Teh Evol was a prominent point in the book she didn't order from Amazon. "I don't need to be trying to be Queen of the Fairies with a hangover."