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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Round 9

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders takes advantage of this moment to pour himself a fresh drink.

"Okay," he says, swaying a little bit and struggling to come up with a question that wasn't completely lame. "I've never had to, um, use a secret identity for anything?"

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What about like... a cover story. Does that count?" Marty asks slurring his words.

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"As in, say, pretending to be mad so that others wouldn't attempt to kill you?"

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I, uh. I guess?" Anders shrugs.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs and takes another shot.

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[chasingangela]

Angela shrugged, and decided the hippie costume counted. She took a shot.

And then closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty slips his arms around Angela's waist and nuzzles up against her. "Gettin' seepy".

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[chasingangela]

"You too?" Angela said. "Mmmm. Bed."

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet shrugs and takes a drink anyway.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's torn. Really, she's never had a secret identity. On the other hand, she'd really like to. Drink, or no drink.

No drink, but it's close.

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Hrrm. I broke into a military base to show my girl linoleum and blow up an arm in a box. Counts." Xander nods and drinks.

The sad thing? If Cordy were here, she'd understand that, despite the whole lobster rod nature of the syntax.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Linoleum?" Parker's blinking at him. It's sad that that's what's distracting her, instead of the arm in a box thing.

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Linoleum. If you're under...um.... 25, I think, it's the best excuse for sex evarrrr."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You had sex while sneaking onto a military base?" Okay, put that one down on the list of 'do before I die' that Parker will never admit to keeping.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge raises his hand, but doesn't actually wait for Anders to acknowledge it before asking his question.

"What if you know you're going to get superpowers at some point in the future?" he asks.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhh. 's the secret identity come with 'em?" asks Anders, taking a drink even though he's never needed a secret identity.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm not actually sure," Bridge confesses. "Um, sometimes?"

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Drink 'f you wanna, then, I guess. 'cause you're, like, in training to use one an' stuff. Yeah."

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory thought for a moment, and instead of drinking, she stole a pillow off of the bed she was leaning against so she was more comfortable on the floor, and tried to get a little less dizzy.

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[mycanonhatesme]

Heh, at this rate, Chloe might actually sober up a bit before she starts drinking again.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You," says Anders suddenly. "I don't know you, but you haven't had a drink in like four rounds! Somebody ask something she has to drink for!"

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[mycanonhatesme]

"That's totally rigging the game!" Chloe laughs, sticking her tongue out. "I'll get back to drinking, I'm sure."

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Or," he says, pointing vaguely in Kara's direction, "you could just say 'frak the rules' like Thrace here and just drink anyway."

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[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"My entire life is a secret identity. I am really a superhero," she says, giggling into her glass.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, please." Anders rolls his eyes again, snickering into his empty cup. "What am I gonna do with you, Thrace? You're impossible."