Room 328, Saturday Morning

[likethegun]

There was a lot of grumbling coming from Tom's general direction as he tried to fight waking up. Saturdays were meant for sleeping and drinking, and it just wasn't time to start drinking yet. Peering out from under the covers, he saw that his roommate's bed was empty, but he didn't have much time to wonder about where Owen might have gone as he felt a distinctly female form stir next to him.

Obviously, it had been a good night after all.

[Sam is Tom from Cry_Wolf. I apologize in advance for any inappropriate flirting or masturbation jokes. *g*]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Dawn murmured without opening her eyes, her hand staying where it was on Sam's chest. "Sleep okay?"

[likethegun]

"Oh yeah, I slept great," he said, taking a good look at the girl while he could. She was a little shorter than he usually went for, and not nearly as well-endowed, but he'd heard those were the girls who found...other ways to make up for what they lacked. "How'd you sleep?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She smiled at him, letting her fingers trail along Sam's ribs. "I always sleep better over here."

[likethegun]

"Oh?" Tom remarked, grinning in satisfaction. "Well, you're welcome to come over here any time you want."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I thought I could do that anyway?" Dawn teased, stretching.

[likethegun]

Tom fully leered when she stretched, unable to look away from such a nice sight. "Sure, but that's just your official notice. And feel free to kick Owen out if he's here. That boy could use some time spent elsewhere."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Owen?" Dawn blinked at him. "Who's Owen?"

[likethegun]

"My roommate," he replied, stretching out beside her.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I'm your roommate." Dawn sat up and began looking him over, trying to find evidence of a head injury. "I don't think there's even an Owen that goes here."

[likethegun]

"Uh, I'm pretty sure that's not how this school works," Tom replied, watching her to try to figure out what she was doing. "'Cause if you lived here with me, I'd never fucking leave."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn scootched a little bit away from Sam. "That's exactly how this school works. I just also happen to be your girlfriend." Who was now staring at him. Sam hardly ever swore. "How's your head?"

[likethegun]

Oh great. All the girls he could have found, and he'd gotten one who was expecting something serious. "My head is fine," he replied. "And look, I know that last night was nice. At least, I assume it was. But I'm not exactly the girlfriend type, you know what I mean?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"You're what?" More staring, but edging towards the hurt side of the scale. "Of course you are!" She blurted.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After arranging with Dawn to meet back at The Place, Dean headed to her and Sammy's room and knocked on the door. He was giving is brother 30 seconds to answer and then he was picking the lock.

[likethegun]

Tom had waited in the common room until he saw the girl leave, figuring it was safe to go back to his room then. After checking to make sure she hadn't messed with any of his stuff, he sat down with his laptop and started browsing some of his favorite porn sites.

He was watching some particularly flexible lesbians when he heard the knock. "Come in," he said idly.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean opened the door and went in. "Dude, what the fuck?" he asked leaning against it after he closed it again, arms crossed over his chest. "You want to explain why I had your girlfriend getting my shirt all wet thinking you'd broke up with her?"

[likethegun]

Tom rolled his eyes and paused the video. "Did she send you here? 'Cause look, the whole thing was just a big misunderstanding. She thought last night meant something it didn't. I swear, I didn't lead her on or anything."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So what happened last night that was so momentous you had to break up with Dawn, but still didn't mean anything?" Dean shook his head. "You're not making sense, Sammy."

[likethegun]

"Okay, first of all, I didn't break up with her, 'cause there was nothing to break, no matter what she thinks," Tom insisted. "And secondly, who the hell are you, coming in here and getting pissed off at me? My name isn't Sammy."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, it's Sam, I know. Give it up Sammy, I'm going to keep calling you that forever. Family priviledge." Dean frowned and pushed himself away from the door, moving closer to Sammy. "And what do you mean who the hell am I? I'm your big brother -- it's my job to make sure you don't turn into an asshole. And I seem to need to be doing extra work right now."

[likethegun]

Tom just stared at Dean for a few moments, trying to figure out what he was saying, before he burst into laughter. "Oh for fuck's sake. Did Dodger put you up to this? If she's trying to punk me or something, tell her she can forget it, because I'm not that dumb."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's frown deepened. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

[likethegun]

"My brother is a junior at Dartmouth *makes up canon la la la*. And my name is Tom," he said. "Look, whatever Dodger's paying you and that other girl to mess with me, I'll double it if you'll go away."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Okay, this was more serious than Dean had originally tried. "Christo," he said.

[likethegun]

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Tom asked.