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]

Effy shrugged. It was a great, slightly vodka-fueled, suggestion. Or something.

"Gonna miss us?" Because she was such a missable cabinmate to have. Clearly. So sociable and delightful.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

[wow, I totally failed writing that last one. sorry about that!]

"Oh, yes," he replied, dripping with sarcasm. "I don't know how I'll go on without all seven of you... charming cabinmates."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeaaah, Effy wasn't a cabin-living fan either. Having people around 24-7 was very overrated.

"What, listening to a bunch of people snore every night doesn't do it for you?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Strangely not." Sure, he was used to it from living in a boarding school for years, but it was definitely not his favorite thing. "Many of our cabinmateds should really consider perhaps investing in a nasal spray."

that's what I get for trying to change stuff without looking at the screen. and typing on my phone.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Could leave it as a going away present. Save the rest of us." Effy wouldn't be that generous when she was leaving for a few weeks, but perhaps Wesley was.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I can't say I have any," he said, not sure if she was kidding. "Though I hear Nasonex makes a fairly passable spray."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Kidding. Although it would have amused her had he actually gone and done it. Effy raised slightly amused eyebrows.

"That... is more than I'd know." Because strangely enough, she didn't go in for knowing all about nasal spray. If it might have got her high, she would have considered it. As it was... No.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Chalk that up to being a complete idiot around every girl he'd ever met, ever. "Right," he said, convinced that he wasn't turning red. (He was.)

"Well! Moving on from this lovely conversation, how have you been?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Good. Actually." Which for her, was positively scary. She'd dwell on that later, when the feeling faded and she let herself fall back into her darker patterns.

"For now." But there was a smile to go with her prediction of a limited duration. A night out and smoothing a few things over with Alex had done a lot for her mood.