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Returning to the room, Marcus went to the fridge, pulled out what looked like water, and sat down with his winnings. It was half meat lovers, half cheese. He didn't even care at that point in the fact it was meat lovers. It was pizza, it was real food. He was still... annoyed by the fact he had written his nown demise by giving a dickish reply to Simon but look.
He got the pizza.
By fraternizing.
Simon could suck it.

He would fraternize more tomorrow. he'd do it in the morning too. All the damn time. In fact-


Phone in one hand pizza in the other Marcus considered himself a winner and that was all that really mattered. "Gentlemen, shall we consider this a victory or a loss? I have a feeling that we might get some... divine retribution for stealing the pizza."

"Finders keepers," was the only divine morality Harrison had to offer Marcus.

Talking around the pizza, Harrison raised an eyebrow at Jerry and said, "Short of sexual favors, you're out of luck."

Marcus nodded his head a bit at that. "True. Very true." Watching Jerry try to barter Pizza...The moon trainee looked at the kind he had.

".............." He offered Jerry a slice of cheese.

Wilson got a look antelope were probably familiar with from hungry lions as Rep sidled over to him, suddenly all friendliness.

"Yesss. Yes I do."

He shot Harrison a scowl however as he overheard his conversation with Jerry. "Stingy bastaaard" he sniped "You should take a leaf out of this generous guy's book. Besides, a sexual favour from Jerry I'd think would be a ******** /threat/"

Watching someone eat pizza in front of you when you'd just woefully failed to secure your own was a bitter pill to swallow. It didn't help the other guy made the ******** thing look delicious.

"Aw come oonnnnn. Don't be a d**k."

Rep's features had lit up at the prospect of pizza as Harrison /started/ his sentence. And then everything very quickly went awry and he was left with a look of bafflement which dissolved into sadness and then irritation. It was quite the spectrum of emotions.

"You are such a b***h." he huffed. "And I wasn't ******** ..." he found it hard to even say the word, hissing it as if it was some sort of horrible debauched term. " ..begging."

Jordan had gotten about halfway back to his own room before it occurred to him that Allan might be unhappy with him if he ditched the gathering completely. He'd given some serious thought to ditching anyway; so far it had been distinctly frustrating.

However, the alternative was sulking alone, and that seemed counterproductive and uninteresting. So he ended up slinking back into the room, half-hoping nobody would notice he'd taken off.

The wall of action figures distracted him from his incipient bad mood, however. Most of the figures were characters he didn't recognize at all, but there were a few stellar examples of some of the superheroes from the comics he'd read as a kid, and the construction and painting on the models was excellent. He gravitated over towards the display, looking decidedly more interested.

Wilson was decidedly right to salvage what he could of his pizza, because when rep heard "a slice" he heard "as much as I can carry in one go" which incidentally at this point was about three slices.

Taking his slices before he could get complained at for it, he tucked in, having a fleeting moment of bliss as the pizza was indeed everything it was hyped up to be.

Though the result was less satisfaction with his lot and more a burning desire for more pizza.

He sighed, and once again shot Harrison a cold look as the b*****d continued to make the pizza look delicious and now it was worse because he knew he was right.