Room 317, Saturday Evening

[multiplez]

The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.

It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.

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[multiplez]

Z still lost a ton of money in the pool, but, "That's great! Congratulations, dude!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Bridge says. "I mean, I know it's soon, really soon, what with the fact that I only just graduated high school last month and all. But I *want* this, and he does too, or he wouldn't have *asked*, and just... yeah."

[multiplez]

"Yeah! I'm really happy for you. Uh. How is this gonna work, because, you're like three here." Inquiring minds had to know.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, we haven't even done the date-setting thing yet, he just asked yesterday, and you're the first person I've told... it might not even happen til after we're back in Newtech City, I don't know," Bridge shrugs.

[multiplez]

"Wow, really?" Z asked. "I'm flattered. So how are you going to tell your parents you're going to be a teen bride?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to be a *bride*!" Bridge protests. "And I'm not sure. All I know is, I'm going to bring it up at a time when my mom isn't around any kitchen utensils."

[multiplez]

"If you say so," Z said, leaning over to pat Bridge's arm. "Do it over the phone. She can't stab anyone over the phone." Z's lack of experience with parents might be showing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm pretty sure she wouldn't on *purpose*," Bridge says, frowning.

[multiplez]

"There you go, then," Z said cheerily. Yeah, really, no experience with parents.