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]

"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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was perfectly capable of giving credit where credit was due on occasion. He felt it was due here.

"If I had another shirt on, I'd take it off because I feel like I owe you now," he said after a moment. "Considering the entertainment you're providing right now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And Effy could be nice on occasion! This was nice of her, yes?

"Entertainment. Right." She had to smirk a bit at that. "Have to remember this one next time you say I'm all talk."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you could always entertain me some more if you're getting bored with me just staring at you," he suggested. "I'm interactive like that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thought you were the one felt like you owed me some entertainment," she pointed out, taking a step nearer anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I made an empty suggestion and got no clever response in return," he reminded her. "I thought you just didn't want my entertainment anymore. And you seem to have a quip ready for anything I might suggest and when it didn't come, well, there we go."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "Don't have a quick retort for every situation, as it turns out."

Just most.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I owe you some entertainment then," he said, tossing his shirt aside just to get it out of the way. "Special requests?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Make it good." She smirked challengingly. That was a request, if a vague one. He seemed to think her suggestions sucked for the most part anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How very vague of you," he said, pushing off the door and walking towards her. Personal space invading was a talent. "Make it good. Such a subjective term. Whose version of good? Yours? Mine? Someone else's?"

Not that he cared that much.

"We've been having a conversation while you're half naked," he pointed out. "I thought that was pretty damn good of me, not to do anything."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Congrats on your restraint," she said, not really meaning it at all. "I'm impressed."

He wasn't the only one who could do a little personal space invasion when called upon, and Effy wasn't really complaining about this particular instance. "Pick one."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're not," he said, stopping just before touching her. Look at that restraint. "But, then again, we've already established that we're not into impressing each other."

It seemed to come up all the damn time.

"Tell me your version of good," he said after a moment's pause before moving against, stepping close enough that he was either going to bump against her or she'd have to move backwards towards her bed or desk or something.