THE BRUNCH GANG.

[hellshaped]

Who: The Brunch Gang
What: AU detention mingle post?
When: Saturday, Sept. 15, 7:05 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Where: A "school library"
Rating: John Hughes

The room is familiar to you, as well it should be -- it's your school's library. There are stacks of books all around, and an upper floor you can reach by means of a spiral staircase. There are tables in a row, with two seats each, uncomfortable chairs made of plastic that was probably bright once, but is now worn, dirt finding its way between bumps in the rough surface.

You're here for the remainder of the day, stuck in this room, a punishment for whatever rule you broke.

How will you pass the time?

[ 7:05 a.m. | morning | lunch | afternoon | 5 p.m. ]

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Comments

[echivoc]

[ He would gladly have driven her fine ass over to detention, but that fine ass is not exactly friendly with those of the opposite sex, so! Cross leans back in his chair, intertwining his hands behind his head. ]

I feel bad for the sucker who wants you to sit on their lap.

[hedonic]

[ She just looks at him as she walks by at that comment. The smile is there, but she might as well be looking to kill. Welp, you spoke to her, so you've been marked. ]

[echivoc]

[ Oooooooohhhhhhh the look. Cross feels so threatened right now.

Except not.

He scoffs as she walks away, shaking his head. Maybe today was going to be interesting, after all... ]

[hellshaped]

Mr. Marian, that kind of language is inappropriate. Don't do it again.

[It's a really lackluster threat, though. Either his amount of Caring is swiftly dwindling ... or maybe Cross is getting preferential treatment for being on a sports team?! Who knows...]

[echivoc]

Duly noted, sir.

[ Fuck yeah he's getting it for being on a sports team. B) He does bring all the rewards to the school, after all. Also, money and scholarships. ]

[kalinda]

[Here, have a scoff from afar.]

Tool.

[echivoc]

[ Here, have a scoff in return. ]

Brat.

[kalinda]

[She'll chuckle his way at that, offering nothing more than deviously curled lips.]