Saturday Night...
"I can't believe you dragged me into this..." Wes breathed as David pulled into the Dobrey parking lot. He found a spot with no street light and parked there, turning to Wes, his arms thrown over his head in exasperation.
"How did I drag you into this?"
"Well, if you think about it, I wouldn't have agreed if you hadn't! I just...I would feel left out if something awesome happened. Like, what if you guys get stuck in the showers and-!" David cut Wes off, his already dark skin darkening with a blush.
"Shhh! Saying it out loud only makes me guiltier. I told Katherine because I felt bad and she just laughed and told me to have fun. She laughed! I swear, sometimes, I think she's caught the Windsor crazy!" David shook his head in mock-surprise, grinning at Wes when he pats his back.
They quiet down, the radio emitting strands of some pop song Wes is sure Blaine would like. Wes wonders how well the Tweedle's plan is going to work out. Apparently, since they claim to look "astoundingly like girls" in drag (so say the Tweedles), and Wes and David, "will be drooling over their hotness" (so says Han, to which Wes questioned his sexuality, but came to the conclusion that he doesn't get out much), they would go in first and scope out the dorms and their bathrooms for potential camera angles. Then they would call Wes and David via walkie talkie headsets, and tell them it when it's safe to bring in the tiny Han-made cameras. Then they would go around hooking them up. Supposedly they were wireless and relied on a battery they needed to hook up in the basement of the main building. The radio-waves the battery would emit allowed the camera's to work. Supposedly. All the while, Han would be telling them what goes where and how to enter certain areas that needed a pass code, or something of the sort.
"Tweedles to Hat and Hare." Came one of the twin's static-y voice over their headsets. Wes and David exchanged a similar look of, "Holy shit we're actually doing this."
"Go for Hat." David answered. He bit his lip, whether to keep from laughing or crying, Wes didn't know. He patted David's back again for good measure.
The line made a few noises that sounded suspiciously like giggling, but Wes couldn't be sure. Then a twin's voice sounded again, this time a little higher pitched, "The coast is cl-why hello talking flowers."
"Those are very pretty talking flowers."
"Nice stems."
"And stalks."
"And petals."
"And damn, are those-"
"Don't you dare start talking to them Tweeds! You'll blow our-" David began, but was interrupted by the harsh feedback of both twin's walkie talkies being shut off. Wes and David let out similar cries of pain as they ripped their headsets out of their ears.
"They are out of their minds." Wes growled, throwing the plan out the window as he set up his talkie to contact Han.
"Houston, we have a problem."
