Room 513, Saturday morning

[willbethenight]

Keeping a secret life secret was difficult. Keeping a half dozen secret lives secret was nearly impossible, unless you were clever about it. For example? Sure Bruce had several secret marriages. But he used the same wedding ring for each one. That way he didn't run the risk of wearing the wrong ring. All he had to do was make sure only the right

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[mouthy_merc]

Somewhere outside the dorms, someone lurked. Lurked and plotted their revenge for the terrible slight that had been... slighted against them. Slightly.

He wouldn't let you get away with this again, Bruce. Oh no. He wouldn't.

Lurking.

[willbethenight]

A chill went down Bruce's spine.

For a moment, it felt as though a deep, dark secret was coming back to haunt him. Then he decided it was a cool breeze coming in through the open window.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn Fabray Hudson Evans Wayne didn't talk to her most recent ex-husband all that often. He was the past, Peter was the future. (Even if Peter remained stubbornly oblivious to that fact.)

Still, business was business, and she had to admit Bruce still had a certain sinister appeal. Even if there was currently a problem.

"Bruce?," she said tremulously from the doorway. "Do you know what's going on with the chinchilla ranch? The lawyer said there wasn't enough money in my alimony account to pay for its upkeep."

A pause. "You know how much I adore the chinchillas." They gave value to her empty life!

[willbethenight]

"I remember," Bruce said, looking up from his paperwork. He paused for a moment to remember the past wistfully. WISTFULLY! "But in this economy, the cost of keeping that many chinchillas is skyrocketing. I can only spend so much on chinchillas, my dear Quinn."

[chief_cheerio]

"But even if you don't care that I love the chinchillas, think about the ones who die of old age," Quinn suggested. "Their fur! Do you know what will happen to the costs of furs in this town with no chinchillas who died totally natural deaths to contribute?"

They ... probably didn't really die natural deaths, but Quinn had latched onto that explanation for where furs came from and refused to consider any other. (She also thought minks were big into suicide.)

"And think of all the poor chinchillas we'd have to let out on the cold street! Can't you cut back someplace else?"

[willbethenight]

"Well, at least they'll have fur coats when they're out on the cold street," Bruce joked. "We'll donate them to the pet store. Let the little rodents be their problem. And you can still visit them until they're all sold."