The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Brad and Rusty
What: Talking about guy stuffs
Where: Rusty's room at the BGH
When: Morning, after their aim chat
Rating: TBD


When Brad had thought that Rusty was angry with him, and their friendship might be over, he had felt lower than the lowest form of life on the planet. And that had made him cry like life was coming to an end. Brad wasn't much of a crier, but in the moment it had seemed like the only thing he could possibly do. He felt awful, and even when Rusty asked him to come over to his room and talk, Brad still felt awful. Lousy and awful and heartbroken. And awful. And what was worse, he looked like a total wreck. So after washing his face and combing back his hair and throwing on a sweatshirt, Brad stepped out into the hallway, pausing at Rusty's door. Sniffling, then brushing his hair over his face, Brad knocked on the door, toes curling in the carpet. He didn't want Rusty to see him looking so pathetic and gross, but he didn't want to keep him waiting, either.

Who: Li and Brad
What: Waking up in the BGH with switched genders
Where: The BGH
When: Late morning
Rating: PG 13 (language)

Sundays weren't made for waking up early, so Brad didn't. He had initially woken up at seven, but he'd rolled over and gone back to sleep, too out of it to even notice that a few things of his were... missing. And a few more had been added. But when ten came and his bladder refused to be ignored any longer, Brad grumbled and burped and grunted and sat himself up, his long hair falling in his face and obscuring his vision. Except, he didn't have long hair.

His movements were slow as he paused the thick, black locks off his face, and got to his feet and walked to the mirror, his boxer shorts now riding up in a way that was very unfamiliar. He didn't want to look down even though his chest felt heavy, and everything seemed higher up than normal, but he didn't want to look. Maybe it was a dream and getting to the mirror would make it end, and he'd be back in bed having to pee and not about to see what he was impossibly about to see. But the mirror didn't make it go away, and staring back at Brad through his reflection was this woman he had never seen before. So he did what only made sense- he screamed. Loudly. And ran out of the room into the hallway, screaming his lungs out until he finally ran into someone.

Who: Brad and Peter
What: A first date
Where: Danvers
When: Six p.m.
Rating: Probably PG 13


Since last week, Brad had been thinking about his night with Peter, and about what had happened before they went out. He had been thinking a lot about Lloyd, too, and where that was going, and what he had concluded was that he was thinking too much and he needed to just do something about it. If he was thinking so much about Peter, then he should see if it went anywhere with him. After all he wasn't married to Lloyd, and it wouldn't be cool for him to just write Peter off just because of someone else. So he would take him out, and see where it went (if it went anywhere).

He tried his best to be prompt, but Brad wasn't really the "prompt" type so he was running a few minutes late when he did finally show up at Peter's door, straightening his jacket and checking that he had his wallet and his lip balm in his pockets. Giving a quick rap with his knuckles, he checked his breath, then took in a slow lungful of air. This was going to be fun. No pressure, no need to worry. He and Pete always had fun anyway, so even if there wasn't any chemistry tonight, at least they'd have a good time.

Who: Peter and Brad
What: Getting ready then going out to the boi club
Where: Starting at Peter's room
Rating: Who knows


Sometimes, the things that came out of Pete's mouth shocked Brad so much that he thought, maybe, the boy had been possessed by some kind of alien creature. He was always so shy, and meek, but then this afternoon bam! Some very interesting and bold things came out of him. He was funny, and a little weird, and Brad wasn't really sure when to take him seriously. Hell, he wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived at Peter's room tonight, but a part of him was a little excited about it. Excited and nervous.

With an armful of some of his own more handsome shirts, Brad stood outside Peter's dorm room, straightening his own outfit before knocking. "Heeeey Pete," he called cheerfully, remembering the comments he'd made earlier about the sex noises and whether or not they would be authentic. Just another one of the surprises Peter always seemed to land on him. Resting his forehead against the door, a smirk grew on Brad's lips. "Mmm, Peter," he groaned loudly, scratching at the door. "Oh, baby, let me in, ooh yeah, I wanna get inside baby, baby let me inside!!"

Who: Lloyd and Brad
What: Brad meets someone he didn't expect
Where: Flamingo's
When: Party time
Rating: TBD?
Note: Scene 2 of 2

With the prospect of a date tomorrow Lloyd had gone to Flamingo's with a very perky mood, something most of the 'girls' realised the moment they saw him. Tonight, he'd declared, he was going colourfully dominatrix, and chose to wear maroon everything. Spiked heels, PVC, dramatic make up. When he was done he did look a a little fabulous and he felt like he could grab any motherfucker in the room. Something about youth finding him attractive, even if it was because he was a good listener, made the demon proud but Feather was in a nasty, fierce mood this evening and Lloyd would sing accordingly.

After a few drinks he strolled on to the stage to give his welcoming act and introduction to the girls, which he did with a spicy flourish. A few nice men were in - in the very ironic sense of the word - and Feather had to threaten to chop their balls off and wear them as earrings to much applause before the first act came on. His number was later on. He needed another drink, and went straight to the bar.

Who: Lloyd and Brad
What: Brad needs professional advice
Where: Lloyd's office
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG
Note: Scene 1 of 2


It had been a hard week. Clearly, Rusty and Lula were getting along pretty well, and Brad wasn't thrilled about that. At all. In fact he was as green with envy as a person could get. Sure, there had been times before when he had had feelings for someone that didn't reciprocate them, even when he'd had feelings for a guy his sister was seeing. But this was different. For one, Lula was a total bitch and she didn't deserve someone like Rusty. And two, Rusty was his friend. Brad had known him first and it was just completely unfair that Lula cold swoop in with her magical vagina and steal Brad's friend away. Why did life always work that way? But Brad didn't want to move out of the house, and he didn't want to alientate Rusty and make things uncomfortable between them. And while counseling hadn't worked between himself and his sister, maybe it would work now.

So here he was, going to see one of the shrinks on campus. He didn't like talking to therapists, but he wasn't opposed to them, either. The one in New York had been nice enough. Knocking politely, Brad waited for an invitation to enter before he came in, peeking his head in. "Um, hi," he said nervously. "I um... I was hoping to talk to someone."

Who: Peter and Brad
What: Going for sushi
When: Dinner time
Where: Sea Lion Sushi, in Danvers
Rating: Probably PG

Sushi! Brad had done his research and found a promising looking place that was easy to get to, and they had American food if Peter decided that he really hated sushi. And he also properly signed Peter out this time at the security office, then sought him out in his dorm room. Knocking, Brad leaned against the doorway casually, looking rather smart in his outfit. He loved sushi places, and finding new quality stuff, and he liked Peter as well. Despite their strained relationship and Brad still unsure if everything Peter told him was the truth, he couldn't deny that Peter was funny and interesting.

"C'mon Pete!" he called to the door. "I'm getting hungry!"

Who:Peter, Rusty and Brad (oh my!)
Where: The BGH
When: Sunday evening
What: Frat boys are getting a high schooler drunk!
Rating: language?

Peter hadn't imagined he'd be socialising but apparently he'd talked himself into playing frisbee with the two frat boys. It was different here, and rather than feel like hiding he was brave enough to branch out. Since speaking to Brad he had been invited to play frisbee and eat Chinese. Rusty was a hoot, and had done several belly dances for them all around the field to distract them from catching the frisbee. Peter had actually had fun - he'd felt relaxed! And for once he didn't mind being himself around.

Now they were eating tons of Chinese and Peter happily sucked up some chow mein noodles, chuckling as Rusty called in glee from the kitchen. When the vodka, shot glasses and green bottle was placed on the coffee table in front of him, Peter almost choked. They didn't realise he was a high schooler. They thought he was older. Maybe that's why they liked him...

"DRINKS!" Rusty cried, giving a hearty laugh. "Our reward for a healthy workout. Take out and booze. I love this place. BRAD! Drink drink drink, my man!"