bridge_carson: (listening)
bridge_carson ([personal profile] bridge_carson) wrote2006-03-17 07:37 pm

Room 227 [Friday Night]

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?"
chasingangela: (half face)

Re: Round 9

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-03-18 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You too?" Angela said. "Mmmm. Bed."

Re: Round 9

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-03-18 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmmm. You in same bed. Sounds good. With da seep."
chasingangela: (eyes of a young girl)

Re: Round 9

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-03-18 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
"And the cuddling and the eyes closed?" Angela said.

Then: "Oof. Don' wanna stan."

Re: Round 9

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-03-18 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Stand togetha?" Marty said rolling clumsily to a more kneeling position.
chasingangela: (emo redhead)

Re: Round 9

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-03-18 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
"'Sokay," Angela said.

Awkwardly, she stood, yanking him up with her. Then she spun around a few times until she figured out where the door was. "Byyyyyye, guys," she sang as she headed toward the door. then the hall. then the stairs. then to her room.

It seemed a very long walk indeed.

Re: Round 9

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-03-18 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
And Marty didn't seem to mind getting lost twice. He remembers vaguely doing the macarena once or twice before eventually getting back to Angela's room.