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In the 2nd floor common room...

River perches patiently on a chair arm, with a determined scowl on her face.

Gorram zombies. Gorram gory aftermaths. Gorram two-day DVD rentals.

Everything was prepared. Again. Half a dozen two-liter bottles of soda, napkins, and a bowl of tortilla chips and salsa stood on the table in the back of the room. The DVDs -- Better Off Dead, Real Genius, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Risky Business, License to Drive, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, 16 Candles, Heathers, and a handful of others that had looked promising -- were laid out on the end table between the comfortable chair and the sofa.

Now all I need is some guests. And possibly some alcohol. If no-one shows, I'm definitely not going to go through this sober.

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It's almost a sad thing that there's no American Werewolf. Duce probably would've enjoyed snarking it MST3K style. ~~And the fact that it would've provided an opportunity to 'comfort' Oz has NOTHING to do with that. At all. Nope.~~

Accepting the challenge, Duce smiles at Oz. She's not looking at the tv at all. She also cheats wildly, as several of her snakes are.

"From the sound of it? We're about halfway into Better Off Dead. It's appropriate. Angsty, but appropriate."

"Yeah. Never seen it." Oz was more in to music, than movies. He glances at the television, but quickly draws his focus back to Duce.

Duce is eternally grateful that she can both watch the TV and look right at Oz without him having a clue she's staring. Occasionally, the curse works in her favour.

"And you're trying to maintain that status quo?" Duce teases lightly, "Or are the snakes doing something we should be aware of?"

"No, no. The snakes..." His eyes dart up to look at the serpents, "the snakes are fine." His gaze drops, and he picks the the seam of his jeans.

Duce turns to face him, a small frown of confusion marring her currently blank face, "Then..what? You look.. we dunno. Nervous."

He clears his throat. "I just...it's nothing." He looks up at her.

"You so totally don't get off that easy!" Duce sounds mock-indignant. "Starting a sentence with 'I just' and then declaring it's 'nothing' is like telling someone to not think about purple hippos! That's cheating!"

He laughs at the purple hippos image, but recoveres quickly.

"I..." he nods. "I like you." He says it quickly, words tripping over each other.

If she could, she'd be staring at him. Her snakes lose their focus on the tv and turn to stare at him. "Uh.. wha..?"

What an intelligent, witty response, Duce! Let's try that again in English. "Uh. Huh. Like. Yeah, that's cool, you like us, we're friends, roommates even, so, yeah, totally normal and.. uh.. yeah, of course. We like you too."

Babbling. Inwardly, she cringes, and the gnome in her head's back with the IDIOT stick again. ~~Of course he couldn't mean it like you think he means it!~~ ~~But what if he does?~~ ~~But what if he doesn't?~~ ~~But..~~

Was she rejecting him? Or just trying to talk her way through it? Willow did that. She'd mutter and ramble and talk about nothing, just to hear herself talking.

Oz rubbed a hand over his hair, making it jet out wildly in spots. "I...yeah. That's...that's all I meant. Just...friends." See, he could babble too. Not as much or as effortlessly, but he could do it. String more than two or three words together.

The alternative was to shut down. He gave her a smile. A brave smile.

An expression of bereft disappointment drifts across her face for a moment before she catches it and murders it off. "We mean.. it'd be ok if.. uh.. nevermindit'snotimportant..of course that's what you meant.. yeah.. no.. " She stills her voice for a moment, and takes a deep breath.

She gives him a brave smile right back, even if it does tremble a bit around the edges. "We're making an idiot of ourself. We are shutting up, right now. You can.. ignore.. the babble, please."

She resolutely faces the TV again. Movie. Distraction. Good.

His tongue darts out to whet his lips that seem very dry all of a sudden. He sighs, deeply. He thinks about kissing her. He wonders what she would do if he leaned forward and did it. Just...did it.

"That's not..." His eyes close. If she didn't want it, if she didn't like him like that, what would stop the snakes from biting his face? Hadn't she told him they were poisonous? "Not really what I meant."

His breath shudders. "Maybe we could...leave? It's warm in here. I'm not feeling very social."

Indeed, they're poisonous. They're vipers. However, even snakes can be so surprised that they sit there going 'Buh?'. Rare, but it happens. Usually just after you hit them with a mallet, which is what the kissing action would be akin to. If he'd done it. If she'd thought about him doing it. Which, of course, neither of them are doing. See? Just. Friends.

Duce concentrates on that whole being a good friend thing, and most definitely doesn't jump at a legitimate excuse to be alone with Oz. Ignoring that whole 'not what he meant' thing for the moment, because to acknowledge it would probably instigate a conversation she isn't sure she wants to have in public, she nods, "Sure? We've seen all these movies, so.. yeah, if you wanna leave, we can bail."

He glances at River, who has been gracious and unassuming, but...never the less made him nervous, if not directly uncomfortable.

"Yeah...pretty much...need to bail."

[OOC: And I am needing to get horizontal. Gotta work tomorrow. Grrrr. But, gah, these two need to talk. Alone. Yes.]

Duce follows the gaze to River and her expression falls, but is quickly caught by an expression of concern. "Yeah. Um. Of course. Where to?"

[ooc: I read the first part of that and went 'You want to WHAT?!' .. and then saw the rest and nearly spit chai through my nose. Feel free to start a new post. We can continue tomorrow or something.]

"Doesn't matter. Just...out (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=nightsmoonchild&itemid=3436)."

He idly scratches at his arm, tugs at the collar of his T-shirt, and stands with a hand held down to help her up.

[OOC: Heh1 Sorry if I confused you...Anyway, postis up, I'll be home around 3:15 est if I don't drop off at the store after work. I have an appt at 5, but will be online by 7, or so]

Duce watches Oz fidget, trying not to be alarmed. She has a lurking fear that she said or did something completely wrong and .. yeah. Uhoh.

She takes the hand and stands. She absently neglects to let go once she's taken possession of the hand, and follows Oz out. Her free hand waves goodbye to people.

[ooc: Works. I don't get home til 5:30CST, so should be on around the time you come home from appt. Get some rest!]

"Cool by me. I'm just glad both of you could drop in, at least for a little while. It was very nice to meet you."

"You too. See you around." Oz gives a smile.

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