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Cameron frowns. "Yo, Bridge. I have no clue what you're talking about, but if it's something that happened at Parker's I'm going to take a bet and say it probably was my fault."

Anders waves his hands around frantically, having completely missed the fact that Cameron just called him Bridge. "No, no, dude, I mean -- frak, okay, it was the other day. In the gym, that stuff I was saying about bribing Harkness and getting into Thrace's room. I pissed you off, and I didn't mean to. You know I don't think."

Cameron frowns as he remembers that but he's pretty sure he was talking to Anders. He wasn't that out of it. "Dude, if Anders wants to apologise, he should do so himself."

Cally walks in and grabs a sloppy joe and some broccoli with cheese, then sits down across from Bridge-Anders.

"Okay, I'm having a weird enough day already, okay? Warn me when you're gonna take off, champ."

"Sorry. It's just . . . I get jumpy if I stay in one place too long today, seems like. This is still so weird having to look up at you, coach," grumbles Anders, reaching a hand out across the table to grab Cally's -- his? Still confused. "Doesn't your neck ever hurt havin' to do that all the time?"

"I'm used to it, I guess. Doesn't yours get sore having to, like, look down all the time?" Cally chews on her lower lip. "I mean, like, being tall is kinda nice, but... weird."

"And I haven't been this short since I was, like, twelve." Anders frowns. "Not that Bridge is short, I mean, just, y'know, compared to me."

He props his chin up on his notably gloveless hands and stares at Cally for a while, frowning a little more. "Y'know, I still love you, but you're usually much cuter."

"I'm feeling very narcisstic today," Cally says, taking a bite out of her sloppy joe. "But I love you too. But, like, I want you to know that I don't love Bridge like I love you."

Cameron's completely lost it by now. He stares at the two of them, but jumps up from his seat as Anders tells Bridge he loves him. "Okay! That's enough!"

"What do you mean, enough?" asks Anders, who's still stuck back there somewhere on what exactly 'narcissistic' means, but he's a little disturbed at the fact that he physically flinched at Cameron's reaction. "Mitchell, relax, man. Not like you haven't seen us do this, like, a million times. Okay, not quite like this, but dude. Seriously."

"Not funny, man." Cameron scowls and looks at Anders. "If you wanted to apologise, sure fine. I already forgot about it to be honest, but coming in here and pulling some stupid stuff like this? Not cool."

"Frak," Cally says, setting down her sloppy joe. "We're gonna need name tags. We're not who we look like. Seriously."

"Let me guess, you're actually a reflection of my consciousness and you're here to tell me to never drink again or you and Bridge will have sex? Whatever, Anders." Cameron shakes his head.

"You went and got drunk anyway, didn't you?" Anders glares at Cameron. "I frakkin' told you not to, dude. Okay, so I also offered to help you get ambrosia, but still. And, um, so not having sex with Bridge. We're not that kind of friends."

"What?" This was starting to get a bit creepy because that sounded like Anders.

"Totally. Me and Anders are kind of and exclusive deal, you know?" Cally nods before picking up her sandwich. "And that totally overrides such things as... physical mishaps."

"What?" He said that already. "Whatever it is you guys are trying to do, you can stop it right now."

Anders glowers and gulps down half a glass of milk. He could be really snarky right now, but in a vague, half-formed sort of way he's aware that Cam isn't in the greatest of moods so he goes easy on him. "Not tryin' to do anything but try and keep things as normal as possible, which is kinda hard at the moment."

"I think our idea of normal doesn't quite match up," Cameron looks pointedly between Bridge and Anders.

Anders looks back helplessly. "This is not exactly my idea of normal either. But I'm tryin' to work with it."

"That's way too much information, I'm out of here." Cameron shakes his head and turns to leave.

Anders is about to call out to him to come back, but again, there's that vague sense that it might just be better to let him leave. It was getting too uncomfortable anyway. He sighs and goes back to his food, looking sheepishly at Cally. "I think we're gonna confuse the hell out of people today."

Victor grabbed a bit of everything, as usual (except an extra helping of broccoli, of course) and scanned the cafeteria. Pippi was by herself, but she looked busy, so he decided to sit by Anders and Bridge today. After all, he'd never really eaten lunch with Bridge before, and this would be a good opportunity to talk about Fight Club ~~and in no way test himself regarding feelings he didn't ahve anymore~~.

"Hey, guys," he said, taking a seat. "How are you today?"

"Feeling very out of it," said Anders in a dull voice. "But don't let that chase you off or anything. Hey, Vic-dude. I haven't seen you in, like, days."

[OOC: Cally-mun is off at class right now, so a bit of slow-play may be in order here.]

"Yeah, I know. When are we having Fight Club again, anyway?"

He was about to spear a stalk of broccoli when he saw something that made him pause. "Um, Bridge...where are your gloves?"

[ooc: Not a problem. I need her here for something I really wanna do with you two, so it'll be worth the wait. :)]