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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You are." Sort of. As close to nice as either of them got most of the time, anyway. "Very... entertaining." Or something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I've got my shirt off," he said, gesturing to himself. "It'd better be somewhat entertaining. And nice. You got to put a shirt on, I'm still half naked."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Cold or something?" That was the only reason she could see for complaint.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why, you wanna keep me warm?" he asked, amused.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah I'm such a warm cuddly sort, caring about your keeping your temperature up," she said with a smirk.

"No."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, too bad," he said and shook his head. "Body heat's a fun, fun thing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Even on a day like this?" She was less sure when it came to that. She wasn't really used to this kind of heat on a regular basis.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's what air conditioning is for," he pointed out. "It's not like we're outside."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there's a reason I'm not out sunning myself right now."

Poor little pale English girl. She might fry.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're pretty ghostly," he joked, glancing down at her. "Good thing I didn't get all blinded when you took off your shirt."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Prefer to call it English rose," she said. "And you weren't complaining."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say it was bad," he pointed out, snickering. "But, hey, you can just take off the shirt all the way and prove it to me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Have my limits when the door's wide open," she told him with a smirk.

They were fairly high limits to most people. But... limits.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can shut the door," he offered with a smirk of his own. "Amazingly, I can be helpful every once in awhile."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"When you think it's going to turn in your favour," she said, not sounding particularly bothered by that. It was smart, in her opinion.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you're not opportunistic?" he asked, heading for that door. "Please. I don't believe that or you for a second."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't say it was a bad thing," Effy pointed out, putting that bottle back on her desk.

"Just making the point." She did that a lot.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Because you have to be right," he said and gave her door a kick to shut it. "And if you're not, you're going to damn sure make it look like you're right."

It would be his strategy too.

"If I see an advantage, I'm going to take it. If it benefits me, all the better. That's fucking life."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Seems to be working out for you okay so far," she said, pulling that shirt back off again and moving towards him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Recent development," he said and leaned back against her door, smirking. "It took some trial and error to get me to this point but I figure it was worth it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"All about the end result," Effy decided, looking him over a moment longer before she stripped that second layer.

Not blinding, thanks.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Not blinding at all, no. Hey, he was wrong sometimes. Always nice to have it proven.

"Especially if the end results favors me," he said, happily looking, yes. Like he wouldn't. "And right now, it is."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"How's my proof doing?" she asked, smirking.

As previously mentioned. No shame whatsoever.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm impressed," he said, nodding and enjoying the view quite a lot. "It's doing me very well, thank you for asking. I'm very entertained."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Well, thank you," she said, even grinning a bit. If you really thought she wasn't going to be just a little cheerful about being hot and appreciated, you'd be mistaken.