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[a soft knocking sound]

Star?

((ooc: Henry's up checking out the kickass art nouveau on floor 22, which is his favorite art style. People on/around 22 can feel free to bump into him, as long as they're nice? Not looking to get him into any trouble this go-round.))

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[the sound of a door opening]

Maybe if you were a little quieter about it--

[blink, taking it all in, lawl] ... Hey, Henry.

You act like you didn't like it.

[Lol, Star waves to Alex pretty cheerfully!]

Hey, Alex. Is the inside of your room filled with naked women too? If not, when can we start on that?

[and Henry looks like he wants to melt into the floor]

H-Hey Alex.

Having fun?

[rolling her eyes at Star, because guhh] Thankfully, no. It's clear. [pause] How well can you actually paint anyway?

Plenty fun.

I wasn't talking about painting women...

Maybe...I should just head back....

... In that case, never.

[aha, quick subject change!] No, hey, you don't have to go. You haven't even seen the whole floor yet.

You're such a buzzkill, Alex.

[And Star climbs off Henry and laughs.]

You know, she's got a point. Stick around for a little bit?

[Henry sits up, drawing his knees up to his chest but not standing yet, and rubs the back of his neck gingerly--he's still clearly embarrassed by this whole thing]

Yeah, I guess.

It's much better than my floor, at any rate.

I'll bet. Even with the ... pouncing.

You can always leave Ruby a note if you think she's going to wonder where you are.

The pouncing was the best part.

Yeah, that's true. Don't make your babysitter have a cow, okay? Although with that nose of hers she should know you're with us.

[Henry just chuckles, though he ducks his head a bit to hide a smile]

I don't know, I think it'll be okay for a while. I told her I was coming up to see you guys, so she knows...you know, I'm with someone safe.

Okay, great.

Do you want to keep looking around then? Or I guess we could all have coffee or a drink or something.

Or we could be like the Irish and combine the two~

[And Star climbed up to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets]

I don't know. It's Henry's vote.

I'm fine with coffee...I don't mind if you guys drink though.

[he slowly raises himself to his feet and brushes off his jeans]

Probably shouldn't be drinking with...well...you know.

Whose room, then?

[wince] Right. Good point.

[she looks back at her door for a second] Uhh, well. Mine's kind of a mess, no surprise there. Star?

[Star kinda shrugs that off. >_>;; Meds and all that kinda weird him out. Anyway, he jerks his thumb at his room.]

Alex, you should have been born a man. Anyway, I guess my room is presentable. Wanna hang there?

That's fine with me, yeah.

What, only guys can be sloppy? ['pfft']

That works then.

Well, you can't cook either, right?

[And Star opens his door and waits for everyone to file in. He has a couch and a TV and such so...]

[Henry waits for Alex to step inside before following her, and perches on one of the arms of the couch]

Yeah, and I can. And I'm OCD about cleaning. Alex and I are like the inverse of each other.

[he chuckles]

[and she kinda sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch because she's just so goshdarn ladylike :|]

And you're a nice guy. How we get along is a mystery to me.

[And Star plops down right in the middle of the couch and waves towards his coffee pot and liquor cabinet]

Well, they do say a gay man is the best friend a girl could ever have. Anyway, help yourselves.

[Henry shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and pushes himself back off the arm of the couch toward the coffee pot]

I suppose it's useless at this point to bother mentioning that I'm bi, huh?

[he takes the pot off and wanders over to fill it with water from the sink]

[snerk] Completely.

[Alex doesn't get up right away but after idk 15-20 seconds or something the need for booze overrides being comfy so she rolls her lazy ass off the couch and wanders over to the cabinet]

Ugh, is this all you ever-- [sigh, because whiskey isn't her favorite but she pulls out a bottle and, on second thought, a glass because that'd be a little much]

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