Pizza and Horror Movies in the Basement! Woooo!
Who: Markus and Dean Winchester.
Where: School Basement AKA Markus' living quarters
When: Sunday Night
Rating: PG (come on, it's two guys and pizza)
Summary: The school day is finally over, broken windows have been fixed, papers have been graded and it's a guys night in for Dean and Markus. Pizza and horror movies and beer shall be consumed in mass quantities.
Markus had changed out of his janitorial coveralls, and instead of washing them he simply chucked the things into the furnace. After all, who's going to question the budget of the janitors, if the school wanted to stay nice and clean and safe and sanitary they'd give the janitors whatever they wanted. He sprawled out on the couch in jeans and a black longsleeved hoodie with the hood up, staring blankly at the tv and waiting for Dean to show. Hopefully he showed up soon, the remote was really far away and currently Markus was stuck watching an infomercial for some rotisserie cooker and matching knives.
Somehow mental telepathy wasn't forcing the tv to change channels or the remote to get closer.
Where: School Basement AKA Markus' living quarters
When: Sunday Night
Rating: PG (come on, it's two guys and pizza)
Summary: The school day is finally over, broken windows have been fixed, papers have been graded and it's a guys night in for Dean and Markus. Pizza and horror movies and beer shall be consumed in mass quantities.
Markus had changed out of his janitorial coveralls, and instead of washing them he simply chucked the things into the furnace. After all, who's going to question the budget of the janitors, if the school wanted to stay nice and clean and safe and sanitary they'd give the janitors whatever they wanted. He sprawled out on the couch in jeans and a black longsleeved hoodie with the hood up, staring blankly at the tv and waiting for Dean to show. Hopefully he showed up soon, the remote was really far away and currently Markus was stuck watching an infomercial for some rotisserie cooker and matching knives.
Somehow mental telepathy wasn't forcing the tv to change channels or the remote to get closer.