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In the third floor common room

After the yearbook meeting lets out, Rory wanders out into the common room, Anna Karenina in hand.

She flops down on the couch, opening her book and absently channel-surfing. She stares sullenly at the wall, though, ignoring both her open book and the television.

[ooc: Because these posts are fun for me, and I'm bored as all hell ~~and totally not procrastinating on working on a midterm paper. Nope~~.]

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"Because if you want porn, all you have to do ~~is go down to 212 and watch Marty and Angela~~ look around. People screwing everywhere."

She arches a brow at Parker. "How's the ulcer?"

"Fair point. Not to mention Special Collections. ~~And yay, he's kissing her neck, woo!~~ And it's not like I can't wake up Michael and talk him into something. Probably."

Parker grimaces. "Raindrop is fine. For now, anyway." She grins. "I got Crichton to bet me money I couldn't quit smoking for a week."

Rory makes a face. "And I'm not going to go to Logan tonight, either. Mad at him. Gr."

"And you better win that bet, since you're supposed to quit permanently."

Parker groans, and flops backwards over the couch, her hair hitting the floor. "Don't remind me. One day at a time. One week at a time. If I have to think about a lifetime of no smoking, I get crazy." She points at Rory. "And don't tell me you wouldn't be the same if someone grabbed your espresso, Gilmore."

She rolls her eyes. "What's Attitude Boy done now?"

"Why would someone take my espresso? Why? That's just...mean," Rory says, looking upset.

"And...well, first he made out with another guy on a dare, which I totally don't care about, except that remember when he made that whole scene about the HUntzberger thing? Yeah. Totally hypocritcal. And then he walked out without saying goodbye, and I haven't heard from him all day."

Parker rolls her eyes, which, upside-down, makes her look like the Bride of the Thing from the Outer Space.

"Gilmore, is he gay? Is there any way that he could think that you would think he's interested in said guy? If not, it's not the same thing." She yawns. "But yes, very annoying, and at least deserves a 'Rory, he means nothing to me, I swear, baby' if only for politeness' sake."

Parker folds her arms. "Maybe he's hanging out with An-gel-us."

"Maybe he is gay," Rory says shrewdly. "That would explain it! And totally explain why he hasn't called me!"

Parker tries to cock her head, which results in a very odd anti-grav look, and pbbbbttttt's Rory.

"You don't actually think that. Hell, I don't think that, and I'd like to know why he's such a dork. Aside from the obvious reasons."

"Dork? He's not a dork! He's...very sweet. To me. When he's not kissing dudes and then leaving me and not calling."

"Gilmore, he has more baggage than *I* do, and that's saying something. And he's done the not-calling thing twice, the walking-out-on-you thing twice, and this is just what I've been around for. Dork dork, beyond dork." Parker sighs. "I'm sure he's sweet, but, if you let this get to you every time, you're going to be reading Russian novels and watching bad TV late at night an awful lot." She makes a face, stretches, balances herself. "He's screwed up, what do you expect?"

"Nah, I know," Rory replies, sighing. "He's got other stuff to deal with. And he's still a lot more attentive that Jess was," she adds, making a face. "And I'm not letting it get to me. Really. At least, not much."

"Well, good." Parker sighs. "His dad's in jail, he's almost been in jail, his dead ex-girlfriend is here, and everyone knows. He's touchy. I still think he's a dork and kind of a jerk, but yeah. If he's dealing well enough to keep you happy *most* of the time..." Parker sticks out her tongue. "Why he's hanging with the vamp, I don't get, though."

"The vamp ain't bad," Rory says a trifle defensively. "He and I talked for most of last night's party. And apparently he's going to get me a birthday present. Which is also hopefully non-lethal. ~~Hope for the puppy!~~"

"The vamp is bad. Not that I expect anyone to believe me." Parker eye-rolls like the Living Dead again. "I'm sure he was very very charming. And yay on that present thing." Parker sighs. "If I was him, though, I'd be in Paris. Venice. Beijing. What the hell is he doing at FH? ~~And he totally wimped on the puppy. But don't worry, we'll still get you one!~~"

_{[ooc: Bueller? *snerk*]}

"Yeah, I know, but I kind of figure staying on his good side is a pretty good idea," Rory sighs, leaning back into the couch. "And yeah, I have no idea why he's here, of all places. ~~And yay, because I totally have a name and feeding plan picked out.~~"

[ooc: Bueller?....Bueller?...Bueller...?]

_{"Well, he's buds with your boyfriend. Which is as safe as it gets. Until Logan's one of the undead, I suppose." Parker grimaces like a Halloween lantern. "I'm only here because Giuseppe entered the priesthood the nuns had issues with me. And my father wants me to get a 'good' education. It'll be way cute. I swear, Zero has the best taste in puppies."

_{[ooc: Where the hell is Ferris? He should be at this school!]}}

"True. And I'm here because my grandparents decided that my old prep school wasn't as good as FH...so, I guess that's good. Besides, no uniforms here. ~~Yay! And I have this whole thing with like, how to feed it so it's not going to bite me or be icky at all.~~"

[ooc: Do not tempt me to bring him in.]

"Ah. The joys of uniforms. Not missing them. I burnt mine. ~~Cool. I'll have to visit. You'll keep it at your mom's, right? Better build it a necro-proofed doghouse.~~"

_{[ooc: I think Ferris would get eaten his first week here, seriously.]}

"Ah. I still have mine. In my closet, actually," Rory says, blushing furiously. "No reason for having it though. None at all. ~~I was actually going to keep it in my dorm room, and put up necro-thingy glass in the window.~~"

[ooc: But he would have all sorts of well-wishers while he was being digested.]

Parker gives Rory a look which, even upside-down, says, Sure, yeah, girlfriend, you keep tellin' yourself that. "Well. I suppose that could always be the uniform that the Principal stuff Angelus into." She pauses. "Okay, I've disturbed myself. Now it's time for bed. ~~Won't your roommate have a problem with that?~~"

_{[ooc: True. Way true. I'm almost looking forward to someone painting "Save Ferris" on the roof.]}

Rory continues blushing. "Yeah, bed seems like a good idea," she agrees hastily. Stupid uniform. Stupid male fantasy. "~~And yeah, probably, now that I'm thinking about it. Boo. Maybe I'll keep it on the roof in a little necro-tempered doghouse! Because Stars Hollow is way too far away.~~"

[ooc: Oh, and the various girls who'd offer themselves up to him...and the nurse outfits people would pull out...]

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