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[kallege]

You know what's fun? A threesome. 

You know something Ford Pines has never experienced? A lot of things, but among those things is a threesome.

If all goes well that's going to change tonight. With Rick Sanchez as their third that's a very big if, but there's simply no one else qualified for the position. Beatrice is too much like a sister (and he's pretty sure that she'd laugh in his face if he suggested it), Stan actually is Ford's brother, Cuthbert's far too vain to participate in a threesome that doesn't revolve around him, Alain is beyond uninterested (his loss), and Ford was starkly against asking Fiddleford on the grounds that the shock of it might kill him. It had to be Rick and that's probably why Roland and Ford's room now smells a hell of a lot more like weed than it did a few hours ago. 

"Pity we have bunkbeds and not separate frames or we could put our beds together and make a makeshift queensize." At least Ford can rest easy; they can't use his bunk when it's about three feet from the ceiling. Somebody'd be bound to whonk their heads. It's going to have to be Roland's or the floor and he's pretty sure if he suggests the floor Ford will have an aneurysm and call the whole thing off then and there. 

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[aspiringauthor]

The joke's on Roland - Ford's pretty damn sure he's three seconds away from an aneurysm already, even without hearing the suggestion of moving things to the floor. The weed helps a little. Instead of being jittery and unable to stop jogging his leg in nervous anticipation, Ford is instead sprawled against Roland's mattress and staring up at the top bunk in a hazy stupor while he tries to figure out how his life worked out this way.

Originally he had just been sitting on the bed, but once the pot kicked in and he realized they were actually following through with this stupid ass idea, he had just dropped backwards, legs still danging over the edge of the bed as he contemplated his poor life choices and also the thread-count of Roland's sheets.

Fuck, he was high.

"I can't believe we're doing this in the dorm."

You know, the place where people can overhear them and know exactly what they're up to and - you know what Ford's just gonna go back to reevaluating all the decisions that lead him to this point.

[kallege]

"Could do it in the middle of the quad if you're so worried."

Roland, as always, is helping.

[aspiringauthor]

There are no words. Just a pillow being launched at Roland's face as hard as Ford can throw it because oh my god why would you even joke about that.

[punkrick]

"Just for the record, literally nobod- nobody cares about anything you guys just said." Rick loudly announces, exiting the dorm bathroom with - oh man, he didn't even bother to put his pants back on. They're just hanging out in the bathroom, still. Fucker's eyes might be red as his ass is inevitably going to be, but he knows what the fuck is up.

"Rick's back, now this place is - it's fun again, amirite."