Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Tonight's election wasn't something Effy could say she was particularly invested in. Wasn't like she was in the country, and she couldn't think it was going to affect her much here.

Besides, they all talked complete shit most of the time anyway. Politicians for you.

And yet... Stretched out on her bed, laptop on, with the BBC website in the background as she threw the odd IM back and forth with Tony. He could vote, that was her reasoning for why it apparently meant more to him.

[[Ah, elections. Door's open, post is also!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't want to ask where you'd been keeping it." Since, you know, she'd never seen it before.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Traded it for a pack of smokes," he said, nodding solemnly. "I think I got the better end of the deal. It just kept getting in the way of all the fun shit I like doing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And the polishing sounds like a fuckload of effort too," she remarked, dragging her finger down his chin, and shifting comfortably closer.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you know how lazy I can be," he replied, smiling slowly at her. He curled his arm tighter around her when she moved closer, making no surprise of his enjoyment of that. Snagging another brief kiss, he said, "Think I'll stick to my naughty ways. They seem to be more fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy nodded briefly, "You stick with yours, I'll stick with mine." Worked out for both of them.

"Leave the halo's to people who suit them."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a good fucking plan," Alex agreed, sighing and shutting his eyes. More out of being really goddamn relaxed and comfortable than anything else. Kind of wanted to keep feeling that for awhile.

"I think you're suiting me pretty well right now," he drawled, smiling easily. "I think I'm gonna stick around for awhile. You'll have to live with it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Apparently she would. Effy sighed, tucking her face in against his neck and feeling very nicely relaxed herself, thanks. "Told you. I can handle you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, just for today, I believe you," he murmured, sighing again. "Doing a good job right now."

Of course, they were both demonstrating some of that sweet fluffiness they said didn't exist in them or between them. But, they were alone so it was allowed. That's what he thought, anyway,

Whatever. This was nice. And he would fuck up anyone who teased him about it. Some days, it was just nice to be like this with someone else.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

So long as they didn't talk about it in any sort of seriousness, or show that side around anyone else, it was all good.

They could keep pretending.