Room 323 [Tuesday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Looked like it was threatening rain outside, so Effy was staying in for once. Every girl needed a night off sometimes, even if they were few and far between for this one. She'd been out and got things done during the day, and to her, that should count for something.

So between the odd text to Tony (whose evening was going far more interestingly than hers), she was flopped back on the bed, holding the book she was reading up over her. She'd even got into it enough her hot chocolate had gone cold. That was actually kind of rare.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not," he agreed, nodding and resisting the urge to lean into that hand of hers. He was not cutesy or fuzzy (unless she took that literally) and he was now resisting the urge to lean into her hand so he wouldn't look fluffy. "I'm a lot of things but fluffy isn't one of them. Silly you."

He just had his moments. "You've mentioned her to me before. Besides your brother, she's the one other name I know. I wouldn't think you'd do that if she wasn't important."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not big on having a million BFF's to handle." Hey, that was an improvement on 'I don't have friends', which had been her stance until Pandora yanked her out of it.

"Give me low maintenance any day." Effort when it came to friendships was not something she did much of.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex kept his mouth shut on the fact that she made an effort for him from time to time. She probably knew it and he didn't feel the need to aggravate that nerve.

"Better things to do, right?" he asked, finally stilling his hand but keeping it lightly pressed against the back of her neck. No need to move just yet. "I'm pretty low maintenance. Don't wanna handle me?"

Sometimes. Sometimes, he was low maintenance. Besides, he was being more cheeky than anything else. Sure, there was a side of seriousness but he was smirking too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If it was that horrible I'd have quit already," she pointed out.

He was not that low maintenance. Not really. But at least he didn't expect her to be all communicative or excessively friendly or showy about it at all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Easy enough to believe her on that one. He wasn't that low maintenance of a person (despite his claims) but she hadn't quit so he must have been doing something right.

"Such a brave person, sticking out a situation that could go horrible at any time. You should get a prize," he said, using that hand he had on her to pull himself a little closer. Just left him close enough to lean down, press his lips against her shoulder and sort of stay there. He wasn't tired but it was just one of those gestures that meant...something. It was something.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was something. Enough for Effy to move her hands over his shoulders, brushing skin at his collar as she did that.

"Think you're the only person I know considers putting up with him prize-worthy," she remarked quietly, and with a hint of amusement.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Considering what I make you put up with sometimes," he said, keeping his face and lips near her shoulder while he spoke, "it kind of is."

What, admitting some of his faults? Rare sight, there. Call it the result of letting that shield of his slip a little around her.

Alex brushed his cheek to her shoulder then before moving up a little further and pressing his lips against her neck.

"And here I thought you'd agree just to get a prize," he laughed.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Tempting." And she hadn't really disagreed, for that reason. Only the sickly sweet nice ones would actually object to that sort of thing.

"You have prizes in mind for these things?" Had to wonder.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope," he admitted, pressing another kiss to her neck and then smiling, "but I've shown a talent for winging it before. I'm sure I could come up with something. Write your name on me again or something."

Whether she'd said it out loud or not, he knew she'd liked that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Do have quite the imagination," she agreed, smirking a little. Yes, she had enjoyed that. No doubt about it. "Wouldnt keep offering up things like that if you had no clue."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I could let you write something on me," he offered, throwing that out since it was on his mind. "See how creative you could be."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Really like being used as a canvas, don't you," Effy remarked, lazily circling a finger on his neck.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"First thing that came to mind," he said, snickering. "If I think it, I don't tend to keep it to myself. Besides, seemed like something you'd get kick out of."

Writing whatever she wanted on him (though he'd make a rule against writing on his head if it came to that) seemed to be one of those things she'd like, whether she said it or not. Meant she got some power, after all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Slightly different type of power to the kind he normally gave away, but still could be so entertaining in its way.

"Shame I don't keep permanent markers lying around." Because somehow that would've made it sound even more amusing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Shame," he agreed and shook his head, tsking her quietly. "What kind of prize do you want? I could be riffing off ideas for hours without hitting on something you like."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think you'd get bored before it hit hours." Or he'd stomp off way before that because that was generally the way things went when she absolutely refused to tell him what she wanted.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Probably," he agreed, shrugging as best he could in the position he'd gotten himself into. "So, that means you should tell me what kind of prize you want."

So he wouldn't get bored or stomp off though it'd take a lot of frustration at this point to end in him stalking off in a huff.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't rush a girl in her decisions." Not that it really should take her until he stormed off to spit it out, but it was a good principle. "You going to veto anything you don't like?"

Still kind of couldn't believe he was offering her a prize for spending time with him. It was... unusual, if nothing else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"As long as you don't make me humiliate myself, I won't veto anything," he said, pressing one more kiss to her shoulder before looking back up at her curiously. "So, go wild."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No humiliation. Right. She hadn't actually been thinking of anything like that... Really.

Or maybe the possibility had crossed her mind, but only briefly, so it barely counted. Didn't really want him taking off after all.

"What, so I can have a pony?" Still kidding. Sometimes she couldn't help herself.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Unless you want a shitty drawing of a pony or a stuffed pony, you might be out of luck," he said, laughing. "I can't afford a real one. Lack of money and all hinders that prize. Might wanna try again."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I want a shitty drawing," she said. Kind of curious as to if he was exaggerating how bad he was or not now. "Could stick it on my wall by the IOU."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"The IOU that I'm convinced you're never going to use," he decided, smirking and sliding away from her a bit only so he could slouch down against her bed a little more comfortably.

"And if you wanna use a free prize on a drawing, it's your choice," he added, shrugging. "I told you I wouldn't veto anything."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I will use it," Effy vowed. That she was sure of. There was bound to be a point where she wanted or needed that little bit of leverage. Bound to be.

"Right then. Better be a fucking awesome shitty drawing," she told him, looking amused. "Wanna see your skills there at work."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, so you say. I'll believe it when it happens," Alex said, shaking his head. "And if you want that, you find some paper and something to write with. Not like I know where things are."