fates_jaye | Room 417, FRIDAY FINALLY, about when people are normalish.

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Room 417, FRIDAY FINALLY, about when people are normalish.

There is a desk with several kinds of moddable booze on it. There are all the things that go with those seveal kinds of moddable booze, such as cups and shot glasses, because you'd better believe Jaye would have all of that. Also, a few more kinda of snacky things, because nothing goes with alcohol like snacky things.

Also, a fire extinguisher. Because Sam said she'd bring a blowtorch. And Jaye's not that stupid.

Also some more, glitter. It's the Seahorse way. Or, part of it.

[For the Seahorsies, SO's, honorary Seahorsies and little sibs. If you're one of those people, feel free to handwave an invite. Up omg early for time zones and stuff. Also, lookit lookit y'all can see the room! *crams people in there*]

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"You could. Of course by the time you get that mouthful out, I'll have left the room. 'Dean' is a lot easier to say," Dean pointed out.

"No. You will be Serenballerdeana and you will like it," she says. "New Seahorse rule."

"You just keep telling yourself that," Dean said. He held up the alcohol he brought. "Somewhere I can put this or do I have to drink it all myself?"

"Over there," she says, pointing to the desk with the stocked bar. The room has its own blood alcohol level already. "Seriously, say it with me. Ballerdeana. It sounds like a Barbie name."

Dawn told her to.

Dean snorted. "Right. And somewhere out there, there's barbie doll versions of me and Sammy and Dad and we're hunting Snuggles the Bear."

"Don't flatter yourself. You're missing the 36-24-26 for that," Jaye tells him. "And would you really be hunting the fabric softener bear?"

"Hell yeah. Those beady little eyes? That little bitch is definitely evil."

"How could something so cheerful be evil," Jaye deadpans.

"Nothing good can be that perky all the time." Dean nodded sagely.

"What about Blair?" she asks.

"He was evil -- least for a while. We had to exorcise him."

Jaye looks at him, and says after a moment, "Cut that out. From now on you only talk about puppies and sunshine."

"I'll make you a deal. I'll stop talking about evil if you stop with the doll names for me."

"You stop first," she says. After all, she kind of wants to randomly leave voicemails for Serenballerdeana from college.

"Okay," Dean agreed easily enough. "But I can always start up again if I hear certain names..."

"I can then screen my calls, block your E-mail and flee the other way when I see you in a common room," she points out.

"Which would mean I don't need to listen to you call me names so I'm good with that."

"I'm still Vice Principal of Radio," she lies. "I will give detention!"

"I've got an in with the Principal," Dean told her.

"Not the principal of radio," she says. So past making sense.

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