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"Batman," Jordan called back, and glanced back at Harrison. He was grinning like a kid. "I think these are vintage, even. I've never seen most of them before. They've got to be Japanese." He waved a hand at the other figures, vaguely indicating the collection's theme as evidence of his guess. "Damn, I wish I could look them up on the internet or something. This is awesome."

Oh no he ******** didn't. He didn't just OFFER HIM PIZZA FOR NOTHING.

Again there was a very subtle re-enactment of the sewers as from behind them both Rep hissed.

"Betrayal"

Harrison hesitated, then set the box on the floor in a more neutral location.

"No problem. Sorry, for a second there I thought I heard the distinct sound of bitching."

Rep wandered back over to sit down nearby - though not near enough as to look as if he was /intentionally/ crashing their conversation, nope - crossing his arms and practically pouting.

"Because he wouldn't give me any ******** pizza. I was even nice about it." Yes, he was so very put upon. Poor him.

"You were ******** not, you d**k." Harrison grinned, mopping up a big wad of cheese onto his piece. "Go ahead and get a slice before we all drown in tears. ...Hey Marcus, how'd you get your pizza?"

Despite his polite smile, Wilson held a knowing look in his eyes as Rep took up three slices of the pizza in one go. There was nothing surprising about it. His old friends had done it all the time. Wilson took a bite and it really was as delicious as everyone else was making it out to be. He curiously continued to watch Harrison and Rep talk. There was something familiar about this scene as Rep uttered “betrayal.” It felt like Wilson had seen this before, but where? Hmmm.

He decided to keep eating his pizza slice so he could go for a second one.

Wilson looked around the room. Uhh so clearly he was the odd one out here because he offered again, “If anyone wants pizza they can always have some of mine. Just…don’t take it all in one go, okay?”

Robert wasn't necessarily in the mood to come to the men's party. In fact, he probably would have just stayed in his dorm after the buzz killer he'd been handed over Twitter, but something had gotten into him between then and now.

That something was half of an entire bottle of Bacardi.

He showed up at the door, clearly in a much better mood than before, with a half of a bottle of Bacardi in one hand, and a full bottle of vodka in another. He looked like a commercial for alcohol.

"Okay ladies. The party has arrived."

Rep was having a ******** terrible night. He really was. He'd expected a party like the one the women seemed to be having. Booze, lazy messing around and general debauchery. Especially booze. God he missed it so ******** much. So much. A dull longing that bothered him most of every day. His time before the island had been a vague blur of things he could hardly remember, but the things he could he had been totally confident and totally in control. Booze made everything better.

Instead tonight was him trying to beg pizza off of people after not being able to even earn his own and being given what he deemed pity handouts. Pity handouts in front of Jordan.

And then a man mountain appeared at the door and he glanced over. And saw what he was carrying.

Maybe it was the Julie cake. Maybe it was the fact all he'd had to drink was weird Japanese drinks all night. Maybe it was the fear that the other man would prove to be a mirage. Hell maybe it was the fear that women would appear to take it away from him again. But he had to be sure.

But he got up from the chair and wandered over almost like a zombie to Robert, peering suspiciously at the tidings of booze he'd brought. Oh ******** god. "Man. MAN. You...you have ******** vodka. /VODKA/." The emotion was too much for the alcohol starved man to handle and in a moment of heady gratefulness he'd be regretting for quite some time, he slung his arms around him in a hug.

"Thank ******** GOD MAN. I was going to ******** SNAP with these drinks.." And then froze. He had his cheek against a man's chest.


He was hugging a man.

Panic stations were manned and dignity was attempted to be salvaged as he resorted to a manly back thump before untangling himself. OH ******** eyed the doorway. He could run the ******** away. But booze. Booze.

"I'll erm... get some.. ******** glasses right?"

Yeah that hadn't just happened. Nope.