Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

With Christmas done and past, there didn't seem to be a hell of a lot going on around here, as far as she could tell. Few days until New Year's, and that trip, and a shitload of empty space to fill until then. Going out was her typical fallback at times like this, but you couldn't do that sort of thing all the time. Unfortunately. It would've been nice, having just one simple thing to think about. Never seemed to be the way things worked out, did it?

Spending her afternoon reading and idly blowing smoke rings out her window was a secondary option. She'd decided a long time ago that classic literature was more fun when there was alcohol or drugs involved. Pity that philosophy never got her by in classes.

[[and her door and this post are open. I have a day off and a bunch of free time to fill]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Having managed to get his mood down to manageable levels after last night, Alex decided that being social might hold some entertainment especially if he could find someone fun to bother.

Funny how this door seemed to be his first stop. Even better that it was open and he could lean against the frame and attempt that quiet watching that she had done so good. He probably wasn't as effective.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Maybe not as effective, but Effy had a lot more practice behind her. It was to be expected.

It still took her a few moments to notice a figure in her doorway, and she gave it a couple more before she actually looked to see who it was, and quirk a little smile. "Enjoying yourself over there?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yep," he answered simply. "You're thrilling to watch when you're doing jack squat. I'm enthralled."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's nice to know you appreciate the view." Yeah, she sensed a dose of sarcasm, but that wouldn't stop her from taking it positively.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Guess it's all right," he said, making the universal hand sign for so so. Yeah, there was some sarcasm lacing that statement too. "Sure I could find better if I looked hard enough."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And yet..." Here he was. At her door again. "You don't seem to bother looking. I think you're a liar."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your door was open," he said, inviting himself inside her room with a small push off the door frame. "Made it easy on me. Besides, you actually want to send me away, looking for someone else?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that." No, she didn't, and Effy took another drag, and shook her head briefly before blowing a stream of smoke out her window. She did actually offer it to him a moment later, if he wanted it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Telling me I don't seem to bother looking seems to hold the implication," he said, making his way over and taking that cigarette from her but not immediately taking a drag of his own. "I could look."

He just never wanted to when he got around her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You could," she agreed. Rather he didn't, but decided not to actually say that part. "But I still don't have to believe you'll find what you're looking for."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a bold statement, wasn't it? Alex raised an eyebrow before sticking her cigarette between his lips and taking a few puffs of his own.

"Interesting," he finally said. "You think you know what I'm looking for? Let's hear it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Better than me, apparently." And she liked believing she was the best he could get.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

That eyebrow of his still hadn't lowered and he took one last drag before he gave it back to her.

"That's what you think I'm looking for?" he asked, sounding a little...something. He kept a small grin on his face just because amusement was overriding anything else. "Any specific reason why you think that?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You just suggested it," she pointed out, slipping off her windowsill to stand near him. "Changing your mind now?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I said I was looking for better than you," he told her, not moving from where he was standing even as she came nearer. "Just said I could look. Might find something enjoyable out there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It was implied," she clarified, with a little bit of a smile. "But you've got me, so I don't think you'll go anywhere."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I've had my allotment of British girls," he joked, reaching up to flick the edges of her hair. "The accent doesn't do it for me anymore."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Liar," she said again, shaking her head with a bit of a smile. It was the 'maybe' that did it. They always put it there, but it didn't mean much. "Still fucking love it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Getting a little accusatory today, aren't you?" he asked, snickering. "Besides, I'd love it more if you used it for a few different things. It'd make them better."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"There are things I can use it for other than talking to you?"

Pretty sure his mind was going somewhere dirty (it usually was), but she didn't have to let hers follow. Not just yet.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not what I meant," he said, inviting himself to try and take her cigarette again. He was being selfish today. And it wasn't like she was putting up a lot of fight. "I meant you could use it to talk to me about more interesting things. You think I like your accent, prove it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mm, what would hold your attention," she mused aloud, cocking her head as she looked up at him. "I just can't think."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You proclaim that you're a smart girl," he said, puffing away on her cigarette since she hadn't objected, "so I'm sure you'll figure something out. I can wait."

He'd probably start taking up space on her bed if she took too long because he was damn lazy.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hummed thoughtfully. "Stamps?" she asked, smirking a little and going to steal her cigarette back. "Remember how much you love that topic."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. Stamps," he said and rolled his eyes. "I think I exhausted my love of that hobby when I gave you your collection. Just didn't hold the same sway anymore."