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[awatcherwatches]

Giles had awoken wanting nothing more then a fag... and maybe a pint... Possibly both. Sadly, there were neither to be found and he'd had to improvise. A joint wasn't the same, but it was good none the less, and it dangled between his lips unlit

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[will_you_see]

When Alcuin stepped into the rec room, his face lit up as it always did when he saw Giles. "Good morning!" he said cheerfully, "How - "

He cut himself off, as he actually got a good look at the other man. Those... those trousers were very... tight, and was he smoking?

Alcuin tried very hard not to stare at those trousers.

"How are you, Giles?" he finished weakly.

[awatcherwatches]

"Ripper," Giles corrected the younger man. "My name's Ripper, but I'm alright I 'spose."

He nodded at the cues and smirked around his joint. "Fancy a game then?" he asked, leaning against the pool table with more swagger then any man who enjoyed reading about demon migration patterns should have.

[will_you_see]

"Ripper?" Alcuin blinked. "All right then. It's a nice name..."

The way Giles was leaning against the pool table in those trousers was making Alcuin think that the fates were laughing at him again. Making Giles even more attractive, rubbing it in his face that he wasn't in the least bit interested in Alcuin...

And still, he couldn't stay away.

"Sure," he said. "A game. Though I'm not entirely sure how to play." He paused, and added, "I didn't know you smoked."

[awatcherwatches]

"Oh, yeah, well... I stopped for a while, I don't know why," Ripper replied with a shrug. "Game isn't hard though, one of us breaks, like so," he said coolly, leaning over to do just that, and sinking a stripped ball.

"Right, so since I sank that one, I get to go again. I'm hitting the stripes, you're hitting the solids. No worries though, I'll go easy on you this time," he said with a wink, offering the joint to Alcuin before lining up for his next shot.

[abbysciuto]

Okay, so the hut wasn't safe either. Maybe the lab. She smelled pot smoke, though, and decided to make sure someone wasn't actually setting the rec room on fire with their joint.

Giles was toking? Oh, god, not him too.

"Hey, Rupert," she said casually.

[awatcherwatches]

Giles looked up and grinned around his join. "Ripper, Abby, you can call me Ripper," he told her with a charming smile. "You fancy some, love?" he asked offering the joint to her.

[abbysciuto]

"No thanks, Ripper, I like my brain at the precise level of weirdness it already is," she demurred cheerfully.

If she ever got off this place she'd have to go back to hair strand drug tests, after all.

[awatcherwatches]

"Your loss then," Giles grinned, taking a long pull and letting the smoke out slowly through his nostrils. "You up for it?" he asked, pointing at the pool table.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane lingered in the doorway, her tight black miniskirt and her see-through white blouse a nice little greeting, she thought. "Did you want some company for this game?" she asked, eyes traversing over Rupert's form.

[awatcherwatches]

Giles, returned the once over with a small grin. Well, she was a bit of alright, wasn't she? Once you got her in the right clothes...

"Might fancy some," he replied coolly, taking a long hit on the joint and leaning against the table. "You play?" he asked her.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane wandered inside the room and sat herself up on the corner of the table. "No, but I watch," she informed him, taking a pool cue and stroking it with both hands, slowly.

[awatcherwatches]

"Well, that's all well and good, love, but doing is much more fun then watching," Giles said with a grin, holding out the joint in offering as he watched her not so sly movements.

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta didn't make herself known, immediately. The bruise on the side of her face was spectacular. It almost looked like makeup, the color of it- a deep blushing purple to a faint sky sort of blue at the cheekbone- was so true. Most of it was covered by her hair which was, to be fair, rather flowing and full and tousled.

She'd tossed away the slip nd found a shorter, lighter white dress actually meant for outside wear instead. She thought it was gingham, which was not traditionally sexy, but would do. The babydoll cut saw to that. She walked to stand at the opposite side of the pool table so that, when he turned, he would see her.

[awatcherwatches]

Giles turned, and raised a brow as he looked Maladicta over. His eyes took a long moment to take in the dress, sure, but his they fixed on the bruise on her cheek.

"Where'd you get that then?" he asked, walking over and cupping her face lightly for a better look. "Someone giving you trouble, love?"

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta bit her lower lip, barely, averting her eyes and nodding minutely. She made a small noise of confirmation, and let herself lean ever so slightly into the touch.

[awatcherwatches]

"You tell me who, alright? I'll kick their skull in for touching you, love, just you wait and see," Giles told her seriously, stroking her cheek gently and then letting go.

"Here, have a hit off this," he said, holding out the joint. "It'll make you feel better."

[benedictbecky]

"Mr. Giles?"

Oh, fuck, thought Becky. Him too, huh?

She stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. "Mr. Giles, how you feelin' today?"

[awatcherwatches]

Oh, right, a student... uh...

Oh bugger it.

"You know what, love? Call me Ripper," Giles told her with a nod. "And hold that, will you?" he asked her, passing her the joint before lining up to break the balls.

[benedictbecky]

Oh, fucking fantastic. A joint.

At least he wasn't trying to be buddies like Miho.

"Sure, honey," she said, letting a bit of her working girl facade cover up her confusion and anxiety. "You a big fan of this game?"

[awatcherwatches]

"Yeah, why? You play?" Giles asked with a nod, letting himself look the young woman over before taking another shot.