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History of Art / Studio Art Combined Studio | Mar 17, Periods 5&6

There are paints, markers, glitter, canvas drop-sheets, flats, and the like set out in the class-room.

"Afternoon, kids, Miss Gilmore ~~*handwavey*~~ asked me to help with set dressing for tomorrow night's play. And by me I mean you. Have fun."

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Xander thought hard, then grabbed a can of spraypaint. "It's kind of urban update post-whatevery, right? With goth-punk people? So maybe some of it should look inner-city."

Of course he's probably got a slightly warped view of what 'inner-city' might look like, given that the bad part of his postage-stamp-sized hometown, while admittedly bad, is within gleeking distance of the good part.

He sprays some rusty primer color, then some white lines to indicate bricks, and finally grabs a can of neon orange paint and scrawls "Theseus rOOLz" across it.

Rory giggled. "Okay, wow. This is going to be...interesting."

I am a kind and good friend. I will not tease her about the radio. I will not tease her about the radio. I will not tease her about the radio. I do not enjoy watching Rory Gilmore's face turn funny col-- "So you slept with Bridge last night, huh? How'd that work out for ya?"

Rory dropped her paintbrush as she turned a dark pink. "I slept."

Xander almost took pity on her, then remembered exactly what she'd done to him while he slept.

"It was that boring?" he asked, trying to balance sympathy and surprise in his tone. "Huh. Ouch. Sorry about your luck."

"Hey?" Bridge says, looking over.

"Dude, no disrespect; that was me being surprisinated," Xander answers, grinning. He's only after Rory here, really; Bridge never drew anything on him, after all.

"Oh. Okay," Bridge says. "'Cause it's not like we were um," he makes vague hand gestures.

"'Cause we weren't," Rory said emphatically.

"Making shadowpuppets?"

"I hope that's not a euphemism."

Xander full-out laughed. "Dude, this is Fandom High. Everything is a euphemism."

Rory facepalmed. "No, it wasn't bor - I mean, no we didn't sleep together like that. We fell asleep! With snoring and dreaming and all of that. Full clothed!"

Xander stifled a snicker. "Rory, we all know what you did. You did it live on the radio last night, after all."

"Then what's with the insinuations?" Rory squeaked, now a lovely shade of red that would make a fire engine look pale.

Xander dipped a paintbrush in some crimson paint and held it up next to her face for comparative purposes. Being able to smother an evil grin was sadly beyond his capabilities now. "It's fun?"

Rory narrowed her eyes. "No, it's not. And I am not that red."

Jake painted a tomato. He felt inspired. Strange that.

"I think you need more burgundy there," Xander suggested helpfully.

Jake looked from his tomato to Rory, then gave Xander a solemn nod. "I believe you are correct."

Parker took a breath, and let it out in a series of zzzzzzzzzzz's.

"It's good that you guys are so comfortable together."

Rory glared.

"Dude," Bridge frowns at Parker.

Grinning, Parker shoook a can of blue paint and sprayed a ATHENS OMEGA CORINTH on one of the drop sheets, saying, "You guys should have had much, much more caffiene before you did that broadcast. Unless the radio booth was filled with sleepy dust. That was just hilarious."

"There, uh..." Bridge looks sheepish. "Wedidntbroadcastfromtheradiobooth."

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