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]

"Can't tell your liquor?" he asked, reaching for another box to dump its contents onto the floor. He had a pretty nice pile going on. "And here I thought you were good."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I was right," she said, not quite willing to let him get away with saying she didn't know what she was talking about. Fuck that, she did know.

"Find anything interesting?" she asked, peering down at the pile. It was mostly clothes, but he did say he liked that sort of thing on the floor.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I really can't tell," he said, kneeling down and looking closer. "Why don't you try some of the stuff on for me? I bet I could make a better judgment that way."

Hey, the clothes were handy and all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Does that count as entertainment?" she asked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think so," he said, nodding. "For us both."

Somehow. He was sure it would work out.

"Yes. It counts as entertainment."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He was a guy. Of course it was entertainment. Stupid question. Effy rolled her eyes, and wriggled out of her shirt before holding out a hand for something.

Yes, the door was open. Does she really strike anyone as the prudish type to care if someone might be walking past? No shame at all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And it wasn't like he was going to walk over and shut the door. He picked up the first thing that he grabbed and handed it to her, smirking the whole while.

"You act like this is such a hardship for you," he remarked after the eyeroll.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's not," she replied, just smirking right back as she took it. "Just should've known it was entertainment for you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, if my shit was on the ground, I'd do the same for you." Maybe. "It's a nice view, if that helps."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, of course it was. Effy knew that much, nice as it was to hear every once in a while.

"Have to remember to start throwing stuff on the floor in your room," she decided, pulling that top over her head.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You haven't even been to my room," he pointed out, giving her another grin. "And most of my shit was in bags and they're unpacked."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I could find it," she said easily. "Gotta be a dorm list somewhere." Like his stuff not being in bags was really a deterrent.

"Feeling entertained?" she asked, gesturing at herself.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Very," he said, enjoying the view with several long looks. Teenage boy, yes he was. "And other things but yes, entertained most definitely."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Glad I could help," she said, smirking. "Make your afternoon a little less boring or something."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That mean I have to repay you now or did you do this out of the kindness of your heart?" he wondered, snickering.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Like I'm going to turn down repayment." That would be dumb, obviously.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And what sort of repayment do you want?" he asked. "And don't ask me to be a circus sideshow."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And asking you to put that lot away, just going to get me dirty looks, right?" she guessed. Worth a try, though.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he said. Dirty looks and probably some tossing of the clothing into the hallway. "I got you halfway to unpacking. You can do the rest. I know you're capable."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What about getting nice view in return?" Why the hell not.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh look, one I can actually do without wondering if you've got a kink for circus freaks," he said, reaching for his shirt but not tugging it off just yet. "And here I don't have a shirt to wear. It's not going to make you all blushy here, is it?"

He knew it wouldn't. Seriously, he wasn't that dumb.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she said, looking a little amused at the very idea she might be made awkward by that sort of thing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's good to check," he said and pulled off his shirt. "Because I'm just that much of a polite guy."

He was not polite at all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Liar," Effy said, perfectly happy with this arrangement where she got to check him out.

"Think if I'd said it made me uncomfortable you'd be more likely to do it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"...maybe," he admitted because she was pretty much right. "But, really, are you that polite? I think not. You'd sooner cut me then say something nice."