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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Long enough," she agreed. It didn't take long, she imagined, stuck under crushing rubble, before you were well over it.

"S'good she was there." Even if Effy had never pictured Emma as the 'digging out of rubble' sort of girl. Apparently, she was when she had to be.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I suppose," Alex said, not really wanting to think about what would have happened if she hadn't been there. "I'd rather not think about the what if's there. Not fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Not exactly cheering for her either. Losing him, wasn't something she wanted to contemplate more than she already had.

"Still hot with a few bruises," she assured him, in something a little lighter.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex snickered lightly. "Well, I've got a few of them so I guess that means I'm still hot. Good to know. I was worried."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Liar." He was never worried about that. Certain areas in which his confidence was pretty much unflappable, and that was one. Today, she wasn't even in the mood to rib him about his incredible ego.

Normally she'd be right there with him, but really, she didn't much care what she looked lie at the moment. Bottom of her priorities.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Liar?" he asked, laughing quietly. "Is that any way to talk to someone who's got one arm and probably ripped up the muscles there?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yep." Come on, like she was going to go easy on him, just because a house fell on him. "Rather I go all cutesy and soft on you?" she wondered. Didn't think so, somehow.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't think you have the ability to be cutesy and soft," he snickered. "Not a talent of yours. Be like me being modest or some shit."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure I could pretend," she considered. "But don't think you're into that anyway."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if we were playing doctor and you were the nurse," he decided with a chuckle.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked a little, and kissed the closest bare skin of his arm. "Sometime," she murmured. When he wasn't quite so achy and in pain, and they both had the energy to play with it. When all that would be good.

This level of cutesy and soft would have to do for now. It... was something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It was enough. He wasn't up for much more and he knew she wasn't so this level of whatever this was was fine. He didn't wanna move, she didn't wanna move so they could just sit here and do nothing. It worked.