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]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't a stipulation," Effy pointed out. So smug, so so smug. "You promised you'd see what you could do."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've seen what I could do," he said and shook his head, "and I've decided I don't want to do it. Unfortunate, I know."

Singing, ew.

"Pick something else," he added. "And don't look so fucking smug."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This is my normal look," she claimed. The liar.

"Know any magic tricks?" She was enjoying this rather too much. "Got a craving to have someone pull a penny out from behind my ear."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes, plucked his wallet out of his pocket, grabbed a penny and stepped close enough to get the penny somewhere in the vicinity of her ear.

And then he pulled it out. Yep.

"Look at that, fucking magic!"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Enough to make a girl swoon," she said dryly. "Really."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, I know," he said and flicked the penny at her. "Did it get you to stop imaging the dancing?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not really," she answered truthfully, only flinching back a little as she put her hands out to catch the coin. "Image was a little too good to let go of. Sorry."

She really wasn't sorry, surprise surprise.

"You want to try again?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Truthfully, he didn't care all that much about the imagined dancing. He didn't care at all. But, it was about competition and amusement to him.

"Sure," he said after a moment. "Pick something else."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Juggle?" she suggested. "Or, can you breathe fire or some fun shit like that?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Are you like some carnival groupie or some shit?" he asked because seriously. "What's with the obsession with stupid tricks?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "Fine, pick something yourself," she said. "Impress me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't feel the pressing need to impress you," he replied, shaking his head. "You wanna imagine me, fine. Just remember, that you're the one imaging me."

Even if she was lying, he could tease.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You did bust out a magic penny for me," she said, grinning and holding it up. "I got something."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, a magic penny," he said, nodding. "Wave it around and see if it does your bidding."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Might do all the fucking boring unpacking I've got left," she mused, looking at it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, don't unpack," he said, looking around. Seemed simple to him. "If it's boring, find something else to do and stop complaining."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And what's your grand plan for the day?" she asked. "Offering me your sage advice?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, definitely, I woke up with the plan to come see you," he said sarcastically. "I can cross that off my to do list."

Truthfully, he didn't mind seeing her but he wouldn't admit that. She'd just get smug again.

"Other than that, I haven't made any grand plans. I'm playing it by ear, looking for something entertaining."