Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms.

Not being very good at layers as a general rule, she was probably going to suffer this weekend.

Wasn't doing as badly as she could be, at the moment. Fortunately, she had a hell of a lot of candles, and found herself a long sleeved shirt, leggings and an oversized sweater she'd probably stolen from Tony at some point to pull way down over her knees and wrap her arms around as she fiddled with her phone before the batteries died on her.

Give her a minute, and she'd probably be back under her blankets. Weekend, so no one was going to force her to go anywhere. Could have had worse plans to keep her going until she ultimately got bored.

[[Door is closed, occupant cold, post can be open!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you're gonna complain, you can stop using me as a heater," he joked, getting one of his arms around her so he could, at least, get some warmth that way. "I didn't think you'd be wanting to strip me out of my clothes today either."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe later." If it was less icy cold, and taking of layers seemed a little more bearable. She'd got naked in quite some conditions, but blizzard and no power was not one she wanted to add to the list.

"Warmer than anything else round here right now. Not bad."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your gratitude is appreciated," he said, slouching a little lower and blowing out a breath. "What were you doing in here before I came by? Thinking? Meditating?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fiddling," she added. "Considering hiding here til the heat comes back." It was very tempting. Very, very tempting.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you let me stay, I'll let you fiddle with whatever I've got on me," Alex bargained, giving her an, by now, all too familiar eyebrow waggle. "You can keep using me as a heater."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Using the eyebrows to bargain," Effy commented, smirking. "That's mean. How could I resist?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You can't, that's the point." Seemed to work pretty effectively even if she was just playing along. "I don't even know what I've got in my pockets for you to fiddle with. Feel free to go digging, you've got your hands closer."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"First guess," she said, sliding her hands down towards his pockets. "Lighter."

Because this was Alex, and of all things, she was pretty sure that was universally somewhere on him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think that's in there." It definitely was. It went into his pockets automatically. "A pretty full one, too. Just bought a few ones the other day. I must be psychic or something."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Cigarettes, condoms... crappy keyring?" Could see if she was right in a minute. Figured she knew him pretty well by now, including what went into his pockets.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You think I was thinking about sex this morning?" Not that she was wrong, those were definitely in his wallet but still. That had maybe been his...third thought of the morning. "And no crappy keyring today."

His phone was shoved in one pocket (fully charged thankfully) and some stupid lip balm to make sure he didn't make his healing lip any worse.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Keyring she could see as a one-off. Him thinking about sex, however... "Trying to suggest you didn't?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not immediately." That counted for something. "I thought about how fucking cold it was first and second. Sex came about third. I always carry condoms on me, though. Seem to come in handy."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Couldn't deny that little truth, by which time she was sneaking a hand into his pocket to find out what else he had in there.

"Full pockets," Effy commented, fishing a few things out. Wallet, lip balm-- "Very girly of you," she teased. Had to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Shut the fuck up," he said, rolling his eyes and trying to swipe that lip balm away from her with his free hand. "I'd rather not split my lip open every time I talk."

Or smile. He didn't smile though. Ever. Just ask him.

"Condoms in my wallet," he reminded her. "Not girly."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not girly," she allowed, still with a bit of a smirk, before taking a closer look at that busted lip of his. "Cuts and bruises, not so much either."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've seen them on me before," he answered staying still nonetheless to let her look. "Shouldn't be that much of a surprise."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Heard radio," she told him. Because she may not spend all that much time with people as a general rule, but still liked to know things and listen. "So I wouldn't say surprised is the word."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Alex shrugged one shoulder and stopped short of explaining anything. "You gonna kiss it, make me feel better?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Between talking to him, talking to Griff and what she'd heard on radio, Effy'd pieced together a good chunk of it all on her own. If he didn't want to share, that was on him.

She did breathe a bit of a snicker at that, though. "Getting smacked in the face makes you need some nurturing?" Aww.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't get smacked. I went headfirst into my desk," he shared, sliding his tongue along his lip in reaction. "And yes, it does. I bled for awhile, you know. And I'm having to use lip balm."

Pity him. Piiiiiiiiiity.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Aww." There was a little sarcasm in her tone, and still some smirk showing through as she hovered a few inches away. That wouldn't stop her idly musing that Griff was obviously tougher than she gave him credit for, shoving someone into a desk.

Not really the nurturing, 'make me feel better' type. But she could give it her best shot with the kissing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it hurts." It didn't, not really but he could take advantage of a situation when it was presented to him. He gave her a little smile while he watched her, kind of a little pleased that he could say something silly like that and she'd play along with him.

"Should've seen me a few days ago, I looked even worse," he said, quieting his voice some. "Got all kinds of comments."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Poor Alex," she said, running her thumb down his chin. "Injured, getting all those looks. Not having me to help you through. Must've been hard."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's been a difficult week." It'd actually been a pretty good week after all the Griff shit. "I had people telling me no one likes me and I'm an asshole and glaring. That stuff just hurts my feelings."

Yeah, right. He wore those as a badge of honor.

"You're here now though," he pointed out, smiling some under the movements of her thumb. "Doesn't have to be as hard now."