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]

"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?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not really," he admitted, making no move to actually make room or anything. "But there was all this empty room when you got up so I decided to do something about it."

Besides, he liked his version of sharing better. "Sure you can still find some room or something. I'm not taking up that much space."

Liar.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, barely any space at all.

That was why that comment of his got no more than an eyeroll before she decided to crawl on and half lie on him. She wasn't taking up any space either. Really.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

No, she was just using him as a pillow and he was getting a human blanket. As soon as she felt that new weight, he started laughing into her pillow but kept still while she crawled and climbed.

"You comfortable?" he asked after a moment, suddenly glad that, yeah, she was roommate-less. Griff wouldn't shut up if he saw this type of thing between them and he didn't need more nosiness from him. "Can I get you anything?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Griff really didn't need the encouragement. At all. They'd been lucky to have got away without him walking in on more incriminating moments. Said something about Effy that she preferred getting walked in on semi-naked.

"Not bad," she remarked, wriggling to get a little more comfortable. "Least you're warm."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Gee, thanks," he said and laughed, turning his head as best he could to glance up at her. "As often as you climb on me, I'm starting to guess it's more than me just being warm."

So what if he took up space and sort of made her climb on him. She didn't have to if she didn't really want to.

"Becoming sort of a habit," he added, sighing quietly. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, no, she didn't have to... But somewhere in the back of her head it had made sense.

"If you'd shifted over I wouldn't have to." No, she didn't really expect him to tell people, he'd have to admit his part in it too.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You never asked me to shift over," he pointed out, laughing again. "Just asked me if this was sharing and climbed on me. Who knows, I might have listened if you'd asked."

Or maybe he wouldn't have listened. Now, they'd never know.

"Now I'm comfortable and warm and really don't want to move," he continued, stretching some but keeping mostly still. "You might have to suffer."