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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[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."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." Like he'd admit that outright. "Gonna recite me a list of things you're good at? SO I don't forget?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't insult your memory like that," she said, smirking and popping the last of a piece of crust into her mouth.

Or perhaps she would. But not today.

"'Sides. Too much thought for a morning." Especially with the lack of sleep.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, are you tired?" he asked, looking amused. He finally did gesture for her to shove over though so he could sit down. "What happened? Hot date last night?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, smirking a little as she shifted over. "Something like that."

Not a date.

"I'm not tired yet." Still a little too buzzed for that. Give it a couple hours, then with any luck she'd sleep through the nasty aftereffects of a night like that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Something like that?" he repeated and took a seat. "What's that mean?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Means I went out," she answered, slouching comfortably against the railing support. "It was hot." He should remember.

Still not a date.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He remembered. He just liked playing dumb. Sometimes he got entertaining answers from her. Sometimes they weren't entertaining but funny anyway.

"Why so secretive?" he asked, trying not to laugh. "I thought we were friends. I've seen you naked, I should get to know."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Secretive sort of girl." He knew that all too well. Even with a good few drinks in her, she was still that. "Sort of thing a friend should know, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Thought you'd wanna gloat," Alex replied, leaning back on the stairs and stretching his legs. "Tell me how much fun you had and all. I mean, I went out too and I'm fine."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy eyed his water, and half-grinned. "Course. Not feeling anything, are you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What?" he asked, wiggling his water at her. "It's too early for anything else and I didn't have any coffee. It's normal."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Normal for some," she agreed. But she didn't usually see Alex wandering around with a bottle of it. "But hey. Keeping hydrated. How healthy of you."

Effy was more a 'hair of the dog' sort. Less healthy.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I had a long night too," he said and shrugged. "You're not the only one with a social life. Bet mine was more fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Interesting bet.

"What makes you think that?" she wondered, arching curious eyebrows as she looked across at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hunch," he said, shrugging. "And the fact that if I go out, I make sure it's fun. Therefore, more fun. It's just a fact, Effy. You should accept it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fuck no." Never. "It's a hunch. With only your say-so behind it." Alex's ego did a lot of his talking for him, and not all of it was strictly true.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I thought your trusted me," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Taking that back?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, a smirk still gracing her lips. Not taking it back, just showing some skepticism when it came to this particular proclamation.

"Just... Seem unusually sure you know how my night feels to me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, you won't tell me so I have to guess, don't I?" he pointed out. "Set me straight, if you're so against assumptions."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Told you it was hot," she pointed out. "Never actually asked for anything else."

Probably because he didn't need to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hot in what way?" he wondered, taking a drink from that water and smiling as he did.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Degrees," she answered, teasing of course. "Must've been at least twenty six." Really, making a wild guess at this muggy country's temperature.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Twenty six?" Oh wait, she was going metric. "Too hot for you, British girl? Might have to find someone slower, more to your tastes, then."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes mildly, leaning in for a lower, "I wasn't objecting, you notice." Just mentioning.

"Not into slow. Just not as interesting."