Second floor common room: Saturday evening
Sunday, September 24th, 2006 08:19 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
It was Saturday night and Jack was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself for sucessfully teaching a class at short notice yesterday. And having expended such a huge effort, he figured he was entitled to be incredibly lazy this weekend, just to balance things out. So he'd gone for ice cream - of which there were several flavours currently residing in the freezer, which had a sign saying 'Ice cream: Help Yourself' stuck on it - and camped out in the common room.
He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.
Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.
[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]
He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.
Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.
[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]