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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[soldtoarmenians]

It's totally Xander's turn. Yup. Pobably. Maybe.

And this time he's got a good one, not like that lame library one. Everybody's gonna have to drink for this one, except him.

"I never--" he said, holding his glass up.

zzzzzzzzZZZZzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge blinks.

"I sleeps alla time," he notes, and downs the rest of his drink.

"I sleeps now I think actually."

[soldtoarmenians]

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Some time around... oh, dear bejeebus, Xander wakes up to find himself slumped on the floor, his back at least propped against something soft. Which turns out to be the side of an empty bed, in... blinkblinkblink. Oh, yeah. Bridge's room. Where the Black Space evil lives, except Xander didn't have any last night, which might explain why he's sleepy and discombobulated, but his brain isn't trying to crawl out of its shell and run home to the sea.

He supposes he could just crawl into the bed he's leaning against, since, you know, empty, but really he should probably head home; Jeremiah hasn't had dinner yet, and it's already close enough to breakfast-time to earn him dirty frog-looks when he gets back. Plus? Shower? Would... probably be good.

Blinking still, he quietly makes his way past a sleeping Bridge, who looks like he passed out just about as unexpectedly as Xander did. With a grin, Xander ducks back to spread a blanket over his host, because he's a Nice Guy Like That.

And then he heads on back up to 406.

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{blanketmodding totally with permission omg}

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory blinked at Xander, and stood up wobbily. "'m goin' t'bed. 'n m'room. Nigh' peoples."

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe snickered and managed to push herself slowly up off of the floor. "I should go too, to sleep in my bed. Mmmmm, bed." She gave everyone a little wave and headed out.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet yawns, and drags himself up off the floor.

"Perhaps I should be going to bed as well. Goodnight all."

He heads to the stairs because he can't find the mystery elevator with the wheelchair inside and starts to climb the four floors up to his room.