Study Hall -- Friday, October 28th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah isn't in the room, but the words "Help yourself" have been hastily scribbled on the blackboard. There's a stereo playing incredibly random music on her desk, along with some junk food and pizza, a TV with a video game hookup, and a pool table that has almost magically appeared in the corner. The puppies are wide awake and playing under Sarah's desk. It's almost as if she's bribing the students.

(OOC: My job sucks. Still not done yet. *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*)

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Some of 'em are okay. Others? Frakkin' batshit, man."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Didn't I just tell y'all that?" Rogue grins cheekily.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I bow to your feminine wisdom," Bridge says with a smirk. "Hey, I don't think we've actually been really introduced yet," he sticks out a gloved hand, "Bridge Carson."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"You're right, we haven't. I'm Rogue." She takes his hand in hers. "Just remember that all girls are crazy deep down, and you'll be alright." She winks and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a red-gloved finger.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods seriously, "I will. And am I right in thinking those aren't just a fashion statement?" he asks in reference to the gloves.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue looks down at her hands. "No, not exactly. Though they do make me look all mysterious, don't they?" She smiles, looks just a touch uncomfortable.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge smiles. "Yeah, I know how it is. Though for some reason I can never manage to pull off 'mysterious'. Could be the hair." he says, ruffling a hand through his currently sticking-up-in-multiple-directions hair.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue snorts as she tries to hold in a laugh. "Well, that might be it." She fails and starts giggling. "It's not bad hair, cute actually, just, you know, not mysterious."