Outside Herbert Hoover Cabin [Thursday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

First week or so in this sodding weird place, really hadn't been as awful as she'd expected. There were a few people even weren't too bad (and the ones that were she could still annoy the hell out of), a bar where they didn't even try and card her, and there were even a few parties. What else did she really need, right?

For all the last few days had been quieter for her, a couple of classes and not much else, making her way to find other people felt like just a little too much social effort. She could see the light of a couple of other cabins dotted around through the dusk from here, and that was good enough for her.

It was still relatively warm out, so she settled on the steps of her cabin and stretched out to enjoy a bit of evening air, and a bit of evening spliff, to watch the odd moose wander past (and god, being stoned made that a lot easier to digest).

... And hope that she didn't get bitched at for being a fire hazard, or whatever. She was not a fucking fire hazard. She was great with fire.

[[I neeeeed a study break. SO open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That was more Effy's sort of relationship too.

"Boyfriends are fucking more hassle than they're worth anyway."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shrugged.

"I don't know. It was nice. But I don't want to fall in love."

She was terrified of the idea, in fact.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

One thing they definitely had in common. Love was good for nothing and a bit too much like opening up. She'd seen it fuck up her parents, her brother... No thanks.

"So you find one to have a bit of fun with," Effy said easily. "Get yourself a buddy."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Wow, creepy. Parents, brother... check, check.

"I... might have one. Sort of. We're still working things out. But we're clear that there's no promises involved."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Quick work."

Not that Effy could really talk, but she appreciated that other people could get into that sort of thing as easily as she could.

"Congrats," she added with a smirk.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes at Effy.

"He's nice. And he's a good sparring partner."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not what I look for," she remarked, huffing a breath of amusement. "But, whatever you want, right."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"And what do you look for?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy considered that, and lifted a shoulder in what was sort of a shrug. One of those difficult to pinpoint things. "Don't think a nice guy could handle me," she said, smirking. "And I don't spar."

So, just not those two, at least.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She thought about that for a moment.

"There's that."

She laughed in her hand a moment later.