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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Re: Round 9

[chasingangela]

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

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

Re: Round 9

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Round 9

[chasingangela]

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

Re: Round 9

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm. You in same bed. Sounds good. With da seep."

Re: Round 9

[chasingangela]

"And the cuddling and the eyes closed?" Angela said.

Then: "Oof. Don' wanna stan."

Re: Round 9

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Stand togetha?" Marty said rolling clumsily to a more kneeling position.

Re: Round 9

[chasingangela]

"'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

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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.