Room #219, late Saturday evening.

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Cordelia smirked as she logged out of the school's chat room and went over to her cabinet where she stashes her booze. And now she wished she had one of those little whiteboards, and not just her laptop to type into. Oh well

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Likewise Zack totally hadn't quickly changed into a better shirt, because it wasn't a date or anything, just that it wasn't polite to go drinking with someone in crumpled clothing.

Pausing a second to fiddle with his hair, he knocked on Cordy's door.

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Cordelia went to the door, wondering idly why the hell she was nervous. She wrote it off to just the lack of voice thing.

She answered the door with a smile, "Hey," she mouthed, and waved. She stepped aside to let Zack in.

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Zack smiled and waved back. He rubbed his palms against his legs as he came into Cordy's room.

"So, interesting chat," he mouthed, before facepalming.

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It took Cordy a minute to decipher before understand what Zack had mouthed. Then she facepalmed too.

"Dirty," she replied. "Always dirty."