Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[dabblinginbitch]

So, Ramona and Tony had had a bet. Or a dare. Whatever, same kind of thing. It had taken her entirely too long, but she had washed the dye out of her hair, and actually added a nice little brown sheen to it, but nevertheless, it was her natural color

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[hoorayimrich]

Curiosity got the better of him and Tony had to see just how bad the damage was. So off went the towel as he pulled some of his bangs down to inspect them.

"If anyone comes in with a camera, I'm using you as a human shield," he said like the brave, brave superhero that he was.

Yes, saving a train once made him a superhero. Deal with it.

[dabblinginbitch]

"I think it's flattering," Ramona said mildly. "You're being a drama queen."

[hoorayimrich]

"My hair is pink!"

No, drama queen would involve him claiming that his life was over and writing poetry about his pain. This was a drama princess.

[dabblinginbitch]

"It suits you," Ramona replied, shrugging. "Whatever, I'm stuck with brown hair. Yours is way better."

[willbethenight]

Bruce just had a hunch as he was heading up the stairs. It just seemed like there would be something worthwhile in the second floor common room tonight.

He noticed the hair colors immediately. "Good evening. What's on?"

He was going to play it like that, yes.

[dabblinginbitch]

"That show with the singing," Ramona said, also completely acting like nothing was different. "It's Justin Bieber night. I'm not entirely sure I can afford the brain cells I'm losing, but it's a risk I'm willing to take at the moment."

[willbethenight]

"And Tony has some to spare, right?" Bruce asked, giving a smirk. "You're cruel."

[dabblinginbitch]

"Only a little, and only sometimes. And yes, if I need to borrow some of Tony's brain cells, I'm sure he'd let me borrow them," she assured him. "Especially since I helped him out so much already."