4th floor common room - Sunday Afternoon

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep is in the common room playing Sims/working on his comm final. He's not exactly nervous about it, but as he's promised Professor Cregg that he'd 'knock her socks off' with his presentation, he's trying to get it just right.

Now if only the little people would cooperate and give him the screen grabs he needs.


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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana wanders down wearing black sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt that says "Smallville High Crows" on it. She stands in the doorway and watches Shep fondly for a moment. His hair is even more disheveled than usual and when she finally goes over to him she can't help playing with it.

"So, what are your little ones up to now?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"You're fighting with the blond bimbo again. Which is on purpose, since I have to demonstrate positive and negative reactions between people. In a few minutes the one that looks like me will get home from work. You and I get along a lot better." He grins at her.

When he looks up from the computer he sees the t-shirt Lana's wearing. He sighs. "No, no, no... that shirt is all wrong." He sets the computer down after pausing the Sims. "You're going to make me give you your present a few days early, aren't you? Stay here."

Shep runs down the hall, leaving Lana in the common room.

In a minute he comes back with these:


He's replaced the tags in the back with "Monday" "Tuesday" "Wednesday" "Thursday" and "Friday". Like those silly underwear packs every child got at some point so their parents were sure they were changing their underwear.

"Happy Holidays."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana stares at them for a moment. "You are such an incredibly brat!" She laughs, shaking her head. "I can't believe you did this!"

She looks at all the shirts carefully, laughing at how he's labeled them, then smiles up at him. "But there's none for Sunday, so I must be okay like this. Unless you want to pick one for me to put on?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"You volunteering to strip in the common room? I know a few people who'd be sorry to hear that they missed that." He smiles then sobers up a little not entirely sure how she's taken the gift. "You don't have to wear them if you don't want to. I just found them on the internet and thought they were funny." He knows he has a week to come up with something else if this has pissed her off.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana raises her eyebrows at him. "You think I won't?"

She picks up the black one, turns her back on him, and shimmies into it under her sweatshirt, showing only a tantalizing glimpse of back - enough to know that the t-shirt is *all* she's wearing. She walks over to him with an impish grin. "They're great," she says and gives him a kiss.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep shakes his head. "Girls spend their time practicing the oddest skills."

He pulls her in and gives her a quick kiss. "Looks good on you."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Oh, and guys don't?" Lana grinned at him.

"So, I get along better with the one who looks like you? Funny that. So when does he come home? And do I get to beat up the blonde one? I could, you know."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Uh... no. Where I come from modisty is ... well, useless. If you need to change you just strip off and do it. And to hell with whoever else might be standing around looking."

He squints as the subject change throws him for a minute. "Oh, the Sims. I was still thinking about what's not under your shirt changing clothes in mixed company, I mean... nevermind."

"And yeah, go figure. Funny how I orchestrated that. He'll get home around 8:00 game time which is about fifteen of our minutes. And I haven't actually ever seen two Sims pound on each other, but I have seen one bitch-slap another." He raises his eyebrows mischieviously.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Well...it's not like you haven't seen it before, but here where anyone can walk in... I'm not quite ready to be that immodest just yet."

She smiles at his stumbling around the whole changing thing, and just being in that sort of a mood, casually stretches, making the already short-cut t-shirt ride up even further before sitting down on the couch with him and ruffling her hair again.

"It is funny. Who would ever think we'd get along?" she teases. "And bitch-slapping, hmmm? I could get into that, I suppose."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him. "It has been a pretty whirlwind, crazy month. And I still don't know how we ended up... well, where we ended up. With Han and... everything." She blushes and ducks her head a little.


"And thanks for that. My life was pretty... all over. I was seriously thinking I just wasn't going to make a go of it here. And I almost stayed in Smallville when I went back for Thanksgiving. But yeah, it was a lot easier to be with people who didn't know anything about it - or me. Why do you think I wasn't in my own common room? Though..." She looks around the room with a smile. "I think I've spent more time here this past month than I've spent in my own this whole semester."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"It's not too bad as institutionalized rec rooms go." Shep shrugged. He'd seen better, but he'd also seen far worse.

"And for what it's worth, I'm glad you stuck it out."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Me too."

She reached up and played with his hair a little absently while she thought about the past month. "I've certainly... *experienced* a lot more than I would have at home." She gave him a flash of a mischievous grin, but was mostly contemplative.

She glanced down at the computer screen, "Uh oh, I'd completely forgotten about these guys. Did I mess anything up?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know - the way you talk about home, you could have had zombies, and sword mishaps and gremlins and all that right on your front porch."

He glanced down at the computer where the Lana-Sim was in the process of Wonder-Womaning herself into her P.J.s and getting into bed. "Nah, they go all autonomous when you leave them alone. Or burn down the kitchen. But sometimes they do that when you are looking too. So far in this iteration I've kept the stove from killing anyone and I think Lana has a cooking point or two."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She elbows him. "Brat. You know I wasn't talking about that stuff. I was talking about the other... stuff." She flushes again and quickly pretends to be completely involved in the Sims.

"So, I'm going to bed here. Where's everyone else? And cooking points? What does that mean?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"What? You couldn't have done that at home? Something tells me you had no shortage of dates in your little podunk hometown."

Knowing that she's back on the Sims, Shep decides to act confused anyway. "You shouldn't go to sleep here. Did you see what happened when Marty fell asleep in the other common room last night?"

"Cooking points are when you read and study cooking skills... when you get enough you don't start fires and stuff. My guy is... over here playing on the computer and the blonde chick is in the bathroom."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I don't think the Sweet Little Lana thing would have stood up to what went on here Thursday. Not to mention the fact that the entire town would have known within minutes. And it's harder than you might think. I dated Whitney for so long before he joined the marines that I was kind of considered off limits." She sighed. "Which isn't to say that he and I didn't, well..., you know, but..."

She looks at him, "Go to sleep here? Huh? Oh... Sorry, must have forgotten the Ethics assignment was over. Maybe I should get you "Brat" shirts for Christmas." She pulls his hair a little. "Besides, I've gone to sleep here before on a couple of occasion as I recall. You'd keep me safe from... whatever did happen to Marty anyway?"

"And how come *my* Sim went to bed and you guys get to stay up?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"My Sim works the late shift. He doesn't go in until like 1:00." Shep poked a couple of buttons. "As for Marty... it involved a lot of make-up, some of those plastic barettes you see on little girls... and a sign about debauching a sloth. Highly entertaining. Guy must sleep like the dead."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana wriggled helplessly under him, giggling and red-faced. There's no way she can overpower him, so she decides anything's fair in this situation.

She manages to wrap one of her legs around his waist and pulls herself up into him, arching her head up at the same time to kiss him deeply.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Once he catches his breath from both the wrestling and the kissing, Shep lets her go and simply whispers, "Cheater."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She bats her eyes at him innocently. "It's what they teach us in self-defense class, isn't it? Use any methods at your disposal? Did you want to try again? See if something else would have worked better?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You know, I remember something a while back about you not wanting to become an exhibitionist. Hm?

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I didn't have to take anything off in front of anyone. Or are you suggesting that you *would* have to do that in order to come out on top - as it were?" She teases. "In which case, yes, we should hold the rematch somewhere a little more private. These things can get a little out of hand, I'm told."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep rolls his eyes. "I'm hanging out with the most naive perv I've ever met."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" She gave him a little whack on the shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean? Not that I suppose I could argue for a second that it's not true, probably, but... Explain!"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep just grins at her, tight-lipped. She can take out of that what she wants.