Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Sleep, still not the easiest thing to come by, and when it finally did, the timing was all off, leaving Effy crawling her way to consciousness in the early afternoon. Not that it mattered, really, since it was a weekend anyway.

There was the surfacing of the realisation she should probably get up, get dressed, go out, do something... But not really the inclination. Too many other things spinning around in her head. A brief investigation down the side of her bed revealed the bottle she kept there was empty. Well. There went that solution. Shit.

Eventually, she made the effort to slip out of bed and turn up her music loud enough to almost drown out most of the snippets of conversation in the back of her head making her twitchy, and slid down to sit on the floor, back against her bed and head dropped back against the mattress. Picking up bad, floor-sitting habits. Wonder whose fault that was.

[[Door is closed, post can be open with the warning the girl is extra messy and broken. ETA: aaand I should probably tack on an extra WARNING for delicate subject matters ahead: discussion of alcohol abuse, mental health issues, etc.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, knowing how things were going with Effy meant Alex wasn't even going to try and come up with some excuse as to why he was knocking on her door right now. He was there to see how she was doing and making up some cutesy excuse was just too tiring.

The music didn't immediately tell him anything except that he had to knock louder. Too bad he was still one armed or he would have knocked rhythmically.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Loud enough to be heard, even if it took her a second to turn her head towards the door. She... probably wouldn't have noticed if he had tried to be musical about the whole thing.

"Come in." Give her a second and she actually might bother to reach over behind her on the bed for the remote and turn the music down.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex waited a moment before opening the door and stepping inside. Before saying anything, he shut the door and leaned again.

"Guess that answers my question," he said, refusing to shout it but making sure it was loud enough that she'd hear him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy eyed him a moment, and stretched over to do something about volume. Not exactly conducive to paying attention to what he was saying.

"And which question was that?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How much wood a woodchuck can chuck. It's a conundrum that's bothered me for years," he said dryly, shaking his head. "The question of how you were doing. I've got my answer."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Now everyone's a mind reader," she commented. Bad head-space, and still she had her sarcasm. "Lucky you." He... probably didn't want to see inside her head, in all honesty.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, four days stuck in a fucking burnt out wasteland gave me superpowers," he said, finally pushing away from the door to wander closer. "Next up, spandex."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't forget the cape." Inanity. This was easy enough to keep a handle on. "Wouldn't want to fuck up the ensemble."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm sure that's at the forefront of your mind," he said, stopping in front of her and looking down. "Having a nice day in, aren't we? You look like shit."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Such a charmer." Like she could talk, given she'd greeted him about the same recently. "Can hardly control myself around you," Effy told him, looking up at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Using that sarcasm as a shield, aren't you?" he asked, shaking his head and stepping back to move around the room, see if he could tell how long she'd been like this. "So, what's going on here, Effy? Flu?"

Yeah, right.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure it's not contagious," she said, watching his examination, "if that's what you're worried about."

Stiiiill, not exactly answering his questions. Pretty sure he was drawing his own conclusions as is.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I have held my mother's hair back while she puked," he said, slanting her a glance. "I'm not worried."

Well, not about that. He was quiet for a moment, letting his eyes fall on her empty bottle and messy bed. "You have a party and forget to invite me? Got enough people with you, right?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy watched him a few moments longer, exhaling a wry sort of laugh and twitching her lips into a brief smile. "Party in my head. No one else invited." Well, she was coming off as almost sane until then.

"Can sit, if you want."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine how I am," he said idly, looking back at her as he wandered around, still using how things looked in her room to give him an idea of how long she'd been acting like a hermit.

"What's going on in your head?" he asked since she'd elaborated a bit. "Anything interesting?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Always." She was sure he wanted a little more than that. "Full of ponies and rainbows and shit." Yep, that was what she'd spend the best part of a week brooding over. Really.

"How about yours?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, peachy," he said, picking through some things on her desk. "Been having nightmares about my father as a vampire. Or hearing my mother screaming. Swell, right?"

Right. He shook his head again. "Starting the lying early tonight, aren't we?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Apparently." Like he'd noted earlier, sarcasm shield. Needed to work up to honesty. And though he was probably taking his cue from her, his 'peachy' wasn't exactly ringing true, funnily enough.

"Find anything interesting?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex laughed at that and shook his head again. He didn't know how much of this he could put up with before he started getting irritated. He'd had a long span of days too.

"Evidence that you've been living in this room, acting like a hermit," he said, eventually pulling her chair out to sit down. "Couldn't even come visit me in the clinic."

Not that he'd been there for longer than a few hours but she probably didn't know that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know you'd gone." Well, Effy remembered he'd said he was going, and that she should come, but... Lost track of the agreement to tag along somewhere after that.

She cocked her head, eying the sling. "Shoulder alright?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, it's not all right," Alex said, rolling his eyes. "It fucking hurts and I can't use it. It fucking sucks. But I don't think I've crossed your mind the last few days, have I?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trouble with her method of numbing everything, people ended up getting lost in that haze along with everything else. Or, at least, the idea of going and finding them did.

Effy frowned, "Of course you have." Couldn't forget him. Just... got a little preoccupied.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not enough for you to do anything about," he pointed out, watching her carefully. "So, what have you been doing? Drinking until you pass out? Brooding?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"One way of getting some decent sleep." Which couldn't stop the odd nightmare from rearing it's ugly head, but maybe it stepped in to cut down the amount. A girl could hope.

"And more fun than staring at the walls." Didn't really want anyone picking up something was off, so popping out to common rooms wasn't exactly high on her agenda.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, you're not getting sleep. You're drinking. You're acting like a hermit," he said, ticking those off on his hand. "And I bet if I asked you how you were, you'd say fine."