Stonem Residence, Bristol [Tuesday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

There were a few key moments in life. When you realised things Had To Fucking Change. Effy'd had a few of these moments over the years, and this morning had given her yet one more: Simon's cock. Simon being her mother's latest in a line of increasingly annoying boyfriends. If he'd only keep his clothes on in the kitchen, he might have made it slightly higher in her estimations.



She really needed to get out of this house. Out of this city, if at all possible.

A large pink circle got scrawled onto the employment page of the paper in front of her, over a job she figured she was seriously unlikely to get, and Effy glanced up at her computer at a movement on screen.

"What's a Repercussions Advisor do?" Pandora asked, frowning at her through the screen of her laptop.

"Fuck knows." Effy was fairly sure the answer was as easy as 'something she couldn't'. "They probably made it up."

Pandora tapped away at her own keyboard several thousand miles across the Atlantic. "Wouldn't they have made-it-up more exciting?"

"Spent my summer as an 'ice cream service technician'." So no, they probably wouldn't have. "I'll do it."

[[ NFB for distance, but open to calls/texts/etc. New canon has been announced, I forsee trauma. ]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, Alex remembered that he had a phone. And sometimes, he actually remembered to use it. It was boring at night in Iowa and watching stupid television shows just wasn't appealing to him so he punched in Effy's number and waited to see if she was around.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It took a second for the vibration in her jeans pocket to register, and Effy look up from the paper to dig her phone out. She'd long-since muted Panda (wasn't Effy the best friend ever?), and slid a brief glance up at the screen before answering to find she seemed to have fallen asleep anyway.

"... Andre's Hair Force. How can I help you?"

Part-time salon receptionist opening in Bath. She was trying it out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hair Force?" Alex repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Started a new career already? I bet you just love all the women in hair salons, don't you? So much happiness."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"The love of touching other people's greasy hair just couldn't be controlled." Or the level to which she'd go to move out of home was just getting lower and lower. Maybe that.

"... Not sure I can say it with a straight face."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What're you saying it for in the first place?" Alex wondered. "Someone dare you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thought I'd see if you'd become the only metrosexual in middle-of-fucking-nowhere, Iowa."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh, that's implying I was a metrosexual before," Alex pointed out. "And I wasn't. Have you forgotten me already? How sad!"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged, despite the face he couldn't see it. "Big ocean, long time, things get a bit fuzzy," she deadpanned. "Did you have a mohawk?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, I had a mullet," he quipped. "And I remember you had a perm!"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Shit, I was hoping that'd be as fuzzy for you as it was for me." Damn her luck.

"So what earned me a call today?" Was he just sitting at home thinking of her? That was cute.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Boredom," Alex told her flippantly. "And I thought maybe you missed me so I wanted to assure you that I am just fine and dandy."