Outside Pixie Stix Cabin [Saturday, Late Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

There was something Effy liked about staying up all night. Seeing the day start from what still felt, to her, like the closing of another one. The strangest things appealed to her, and could easily occupy her thoughts like that. For hours, sometimes.

It was possible... (okay, yes probable) that Effy hadn't bothered to sober up, and she was still slightly drunk from her night out. It put her in a lighter, if odder, mood than usual.

Half-drunk or not, it was still around about breakfast time, and after making her toast in the cabin, she took it outside to eat on the steps. Hangover hadn't yet hit, and she was warding it off as long as possible. Until it did, she was going to enjoy the sun.

[[Front porch, so ofc open. I was meaning to press post when it was actually still morning, and... yeah.]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had just finished packing up for the loathsome three weeks he was to spend at his parents' house, so he was free to sulk for the rest of the day before catching a portal home the next morning. He'd heard that the roof and the campfire were both excellent places to sulk, and he was about to head out to the campfire when he stormed out of the cabin and (fairly commendably) managed to avoid tripping over Effy.

"Oh. Hello."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Always choosing the most awkward place to sit. But it was far more fun that way, and Effy lounged against the vertical bar of the handrail as she looked up at Wes.

"Book boy." Yes, she did remember his actual name. Details. Effy tipped her head in a sort of return greeting, and quirked her lips in a half-smile. "Fancy seeing you here." You know, outside the cabin they shared. There was some irony in her tone.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Yes, book boy. He wasn't sure if that meant that she didn't remember his name or was just making up a nickname, but he didn't want to offend her by correcting her in case she did remember, so he didn't say anything.

And he picked up on the irony in that, but not in her tone. "Yes, outside the cabin we share," he pointed out, thinking he was being clever.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, and shook her head. Boys were fucking slow catching on to the subtler side of interactions.

"Early for you?" Well, half the guys she'd known didn't wake up until noon, it would point towards an answer to his slow uptake.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Actually, I woke up around five," he said, still bitter about that annoying phone call that had woken him up. Also, it was fun to mess with people's exprectations like that. "And yourself?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I didn't." Well, she didn't wake up today. Near enough. Normal sleep schedules were for normal people. Which... Effy was not. "Apparently, you can sleep when you're dead." Or so the saying went. It worked with her philosophy on things.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Some can," he agreed, thinking of vampires. "Apparently my father subscribes to that belief as well, as he saw fit to wake me up with a phone call at what most would consider a thoroughly inappropriate hour."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Trouble with living in the past." Effy'd had multiple antisocial calls from her parents when they forgot that little timezone issue. At least they didn't do it maliciously, but it was a right pain.

"Could turn your phone off," she pointed out.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Not allowed," he said mournfully. "Also. I"m not entirely sure how."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You look chipper," Alex said, bottle of water in hand as he wandered over. Hey, he didn't have anything else to do and she'd pointed out that he could have come to her when they hadn't been speaking.

So, there he was, coming to her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Making up for time missed. Not something to complain about.

"Maybe I am."

Effy shrugged, letting her head rock back a little as she hung onto this feeling. Chipper. It was rare. An artificial chipper, but what was the harm in that?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Are you?" Alex asked, leaning on the cabin beside her. "Or are you merely trying to look chipper to lure the less intelligent into your web of lies?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Why would I need 'chipper' to do that?" she wondered, turning her toast over in her fingers a couple of times before she took her next bite.

Not like she hadn't drawn people in before, and she hadn't needed to fake perkiness to do it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, because it's more fun that way?" Alex asked, shrugging. "Raise someone's spirits about you being a nice girl and then crush them under the heel of a boot?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If you've got the right boots..." Which she did. That was putting them to use.

But she shook her head. Effy could turn on her charm with the best of them. Today, it was all about the comfortable haze in her head, and not about the manipulative gains she could pull from it.

"Won't stomp you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't let you," he said and rolled his eyes. "You're not that good, Effy, much as you might think you are. You couldn't manipulate me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

So he thought. Point was, she wouldn't. There were people she didn't mind toying with, and people she cared about and just... Okay, yes, maybe she couldn't. But not in the way Alex was suggesting. Every manipulative bitch had their weak point.

"But I am good." Focusing on the positive there. "And you know it."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander, feeling restless from his searching still leading him no where, was on his way for a mind-clearing traverse in the preserve, but far be it from him to not be kind and sociable to people as he passed by.

He nodded, giving a wave to the girl on the cabin steps. "Hello," he said. "Good morning."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy offered up a sort of wave in return, with her toast, watching him walk a few moments longer.

"What makes you think so?" One of those strange, empty greetings, that somehow warranted querying sometimes.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"There's sunshine," Alexander offered with a smile, looking up to the partly cloudy sky. "We're alive, or at least appear to be, and, as far as I can tell, no one has been shrunken or kidnapped or put upon by some evil magician or taken deathly ill or turned into anything unfortunately."

As far as he could tell.

"It'd say that's not too shabby."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Actual reasoning. That was something, and Effy curled a little hazy smile. "Suppose not." She had a tendency to think on the darker side, and always tempered the greeting to a shorter 'morning', dropping the 'good' part.

"Compare anything to worst case scenario..." and it usually made it look good. "Not so shabby."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Oh, those are hardly the worse," said Alexander with a faint, breezy smile of his own. "I could go on, if you'd like. But I can't quite recall if we've met or not, and I hardly feel it's proper to go on about doom and gloom to a lady if we haven't even been properly introduced. Prince Alexander, of Daventry. A pleasure to meet you on this fine, uneventful morning."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Effy," she said, nodding him a sort of acknowledgment. Girl who took discussions of doom and gloom in her stride, for the most part.

"Prince, huh?" Now she had that little tidbits, the mannerisms in his speech did remind her a little of that former roommate of hers. That whole gallant, gentleman vibe.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

It was entirely possible that the grin gained on Alexander's face could get wider, but it was probably a good thing it didn't, because then it could be a little scary. He nodded.

"Yes," he said, "that's right. Of the kingdom of Daventry, which, don't feel bad if you've never heard of it; no one here has. It's a pleasure to meet you, though, Effy. I take it you're residing in this cabin this summer? Or do you simply enjoy the view from this porch more than others?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's mine," she confirmed, glancing back at it. Hers along with those seven other people, anyway. "Definitely not a bad view, though." Currently, he was in it.

Her... whatever, did not stop her from idle appreciation.