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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[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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy nodded once and (somewhat reluctantly) moved away from him to crawl over and off the bed. She may not keep markers, but she did have paper and a tub of normal pens that she could present him with.

"Four colours of biro. Go wild."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he wasn't going to need that many colors considering he wasn't going to be making this masterpiece. Four legs (all of them misshapen), one very large body, a nose that was bigger than one of the legs and a mane finished off the first part.

The horse's mane ended up yellow, the body ended up brown and he even added some grass, a sun and a small stick figure with some brown hair and pretty eyes. He added her name and an arrow to said girl and then handed it to her.

"There," he said, dropping the paper near her and shaking his head. "There's your prize."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"True artist," she said, picking it up and turning it to look with a little smile. "Not going to sign it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Because so many people give you drawings?" he asked, reaching over and writing his name in one corner, complete with a happy face. "Out of prizes now. You put up with me and got a prize. That mean my job's done here?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It can be if you want it to be," she said vaguely, running her thumb over his name and getting up to put it on her desk. "But you don't have to go anywhere." Hardly kicking him out now she'd got something out of him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." He hadn't really been planning on going anywhere but it was nice to hear somewhat of an agreement from her. Didn't want to wear out his welcome.

So, since she was up and off her bed, he took advantage by rolling onto his stomach and sprawling out, taking up as much space as she could. He buried his face in one of her pillows and sighed.

"Then, I won't," he mumbled, smiling. "You're a lot hotter than Griff and you let me share your bed."

Or just take it over entirely.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Taking over entirely until Effy decided to do something about it. Which she was fairly determined that she could do if she put her mind to it.

She paused by the side of the bed, watching him make himself comfortable with slightly raised eyebrows and a small does of amusement. "You call that sharing?"