Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was busy setting up the fifth floor common room. He pushed the couches and chairs to the walls to clear the center of the room, then arranged some pallets he'd found and shimmered upstairs to create a makeshift runway. He lined the edges with white christmas tree lights. Music, big flashlight to serve as a spotlight, yeah, he was set

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[bridge_carson]

Deciding that Xander needed a break- a break that involved actually leaving the room- from packing, Bridge drags him up to the fifth floor common room.

"Well that's... different," he remarks, going to find a spot on one of the couches.

[demonbelthazor]

"Fashion show," Bel said. "Anders's will be modeling for us this evening."

[bridge_carson]

"O...kay." Bridge nods. It's a change from packing, that's for sure.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Do I want to know what Anders will be modeling?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Evening wear," Bel said smugly.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilted his head with an oddly-appropriate icon. "Tuxedo?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Not quite," Bel said, his grin broadening.

[mparkerceo]

"Aw, c'mon." Parker sneaked up around the back of the couch, and leaned against it, grinning. "Doesn't he look faaaabulous? That's really his shade of lipstick."

[bridge_carson]

"I have to say, it's never something I pictured him wearing." Bridge answers diplomatically.

[mparkerceo]

"And yet, he has the height to carry it off," Parker said, nudging him with one arm, and grinning a little. "And it's not like he's wearing feathers or a blonde wig."