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]

"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.