Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

By mid-afternoon, it was getting a little too hot for her very pale British self to be anywhere outside (even if it was alligator free, now), so Effy was in the dorms, and in true antisocial spirit, in her own room. She hadn't honestly spent all that much time there since moving out of the cabins, so it was probably about time.

The door was open, which either showed some vague social improvement on her part, or possibly just that she was hoping for a bit of a breeze while she finally got around to unpacking properly. Probably the latter.

Anyway, there was that, and she was even occasionally pausing to get lost in her music for a minute. It was entirely possible she was happy in a less than natural sort of way.

It was a weekend, was there really any better way to spend her time?

[[Door and post are wiiiiide open!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It was better than going out and acting like a stupid shit in front of those alligators," he decided because seriously. "Doesn't mean it was good but I wasn't anyone's damn dinner either."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Congrats on your continued survival," she said. "You're smarter than most people around here, from what I saw."

Which was a lot of muddy, alligator-covered people. Disgusting.

"One of my teachers was trying to keep one as a pet."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What fun would being dead be, right?" he asked, smiling some. "And what, he couldn't just get a pet rock?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "Missing that dangerous edge?" she guessed. "Nothing like a giant fucking lizard on your desk to keep the students in line."

Well, she wouldn't have gone near the thing if you'd paid her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Pleasant," he said and shook his head. "And how are you? Having fun?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Could be having more fun," she allowed, lips twisting in a bit of a smile. "But like you said, didn't end up lunch, can't complain too much."

"You got a thing for my doorframe?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that an invitation?" he asked, leaning forward and cupping a hand around his ear. "I couldn't really tell."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Stop fucking loitering and come in." Was that better? She thought it was better.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've really got a talent for words," Alex said, pushing off the doorframe and wandering inside. "I'm surprised your not a poet."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You wanted the clarification," she said, shrugging and leaning back against her desk.

"And who says I'm not a poet?" She could be. You know, provided it didn't involve any of that emotional crap.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Recite me a poem," he said, waving a hand. "Let's hear it, then. If you're a poet, prove it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, just spill my innermost poetic thoughts?" Effy shook her head. "Best you'll get is me throwing in some rhyming with my witty conversation."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I just don't think you can," he decided easily. "Talk talk talk talk, no action."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You were the one commenting on poetic potential," she pointed out, leaning back on her hands with a smirk.

"And I could, if I actually wanted to. Unfortunately for you, I don't feel the need to prove myself."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Now who's lazy?" he asked, walking over and stopping in front of her. "I'd probably laugh if you actually did recite some poetry. I got as far as 'roses are red, violets are blue' as a kid before giving that shit up for something more interesting."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I prefer to call it 'making a point'," Effy replied easily. It was totally laziness, but at least she had a neat excuse for it. "I could probably break out a haiku if I thought I needed to."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, you won't recite poetry, you're not doing anything right now," he said, waving a hand at her, "and yet you could be having more fun? How, if someone performed for you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Planning on entertaining with some interpretive dance?" she asked, raising an amused eyebrow. "It would brighten up my day."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Fat fucking chance," he said and made a face. "I don't dance. You can just put that little wish right out of your mind. Or go to a strip joint if you want dancing men."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's staying in my mind," she told him, smirking upwards. "I can hope for it, whether you want me to, or not."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Jesus, at least pick something better to imagine me doing," he said and made a face. "I don't need to know that you're wondering how I fucking dance."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got a better idea?" she asked, still looking amused. "Because I'm quite enjoying this one..."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Anything is better than that," he said, grimacing. "Pick one and I'll see what I can do."

Possibly dangerous.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Possibly.

"So, you're not a dancer. That make you more of a singer?" she asked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He just barely stopped himself from gagging. Just barely. "No, that makes me more of a nothing in that realm."