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]

Don't think she didn't notice how she got a 'tried to' in front of hers where he assumed he'd obviously break hers, no trouble at all. She did.

Kept her observation to herself, at least.

"like our ceasefire," she decided after a second, leaning back in against him. "How diplomatic of us." Something they never usually were. It was impressive.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe school's good for something after all," he said, smiling down at her again. "Guess that means I'll stick around for awhile longer. See what else I can learn."