The hallways, Wednesday night

[forgottenpants]

Pete didn't do idle well. Thus, having not yet been introduced to television or the wonders of the internet, he was skulking about the hallways, making a mental map of all the entrances and exits and good places to hang random traps.

And generally looking like he just might be up to no good.

Possibly, he was planning to torture the students by singing.

She'll be comin', comin', coming, comin', comin,
Row-hound that mounTAIN! When she comes,
Oh when she comes, when she comes,
She'll be comin'! (comin'comin'comin'comin')
Round that MOUNTAIN when she comes,
(Oh well, when she comes. . . .)

[ooc: dance for me! er, I mean, open!]

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[forgottenpants]

"Don't mind me ma'am, just singin' my cares away,"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

If Evie had seen this boy in Cairo, she would've started checking her purse. Well, if she'd seen him in London, too.

Actually, she was very glad she wasn't wearing one at the moment.

"I see," she said somewhat dubiously. "I don't believe I'm familiar with that song."

[forgottenpants]

"It's an American classic, ma'am. The name's Pete Hutter."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Evelyn Carnahan," Evie said very cautiously. "Are you a new student as well? What floor do you live on?" So I may avoid further repetition of your talents...

[forgottenpants]

Pete took on a solemn expression. "I am, Miss Evie. I'm in room 307. All by my lonesome, thus far."

His gaze might have traveled somewhat south of her face as he spoke.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie blinked, rather shocked, and spluttered, folding her arms over her chest. "Really! Well. 307. How nice to know that. I mean, no! That is to say..." One arm tried to flail, and Evie yanked it back across her chest again. "I'm sorry you're lonesome?"

[forgottenpants]

"Well, you could help me fix that. . . ."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie's eyes widened again in shock. Surely he didn't mean-- "I beg your pardon?" she said, attempting to be icy, but certain she sounded like someone's nanny.

[forgottenpants]

"I would not object to company of the fairer sex, ma'am."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Well, but, but just to talk, surely, yes?" Perhaps she was misinterpreting this, after all, she'd sat on Dean's floor, and nothing *bad* had happened... And perhaps he didn't have Siletti's Syndrome, Xander hadn't seemed to think it was a problem. "That is to say, I'm sorry for your lack of companionship, but, well, I, I, barely know you. I don't know you at all!"

[forgottenpants]

"Well, we could get to know each other . . . better. . . ." Pete's eyes? Still probably south.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Ah! No! I, that is to say, I appreciate the -- no I don't! No, most certainly and definitely," Evie took a breath, and spoke slowly and clearly, "We shall not be getting to know each other better, and, and -- oh *will* you stop staring at me like that! It's most disconcerting!"

[forgottenpants]

"Like what, darlin'?"

Still staring.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"My eyes are a full foot above where you're staring, thank you very much! You're staring at my arms as if you could see through them to, to, to other parts! Stop it!" Evie stomped her foot, extraordinarily put out. "You are very, very rude!"

[forgottenpants]

"Now what the hell are you talkin' about, woman?" Pete looked up to stare dumbfounded into her eyes. "A man's got a right to see what a man wants to see!"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oooooo!" Evie had never slapped anyone besides her brother in her life, but there's a first time for everything. Even if she wasn't very good at it.

*Smack!

[forgottenpants]

Pete reeled slightly, then rubbed his cheek. "I would take offense to that, Evie, but to be frank, it reminds me of my dearly departed mother."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Shocked at herself, Evie spluttered, "Well, well, she should have spanked you more when you were a child, then!" She turned to storm off, then whirled back, "And another thing, Mr. Hutter! From now on, you should only address me as Miss Carnahan! Thank you!"

[forgottenpants]

"Whatever you say, Miss Evie." Pete doffed his hat casually.

He was more than used to this sort of uppity behavior from women. Though Evie had garnered some respect. She reminded him of Dixie, too. Now there was a woman. . . .

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Well, she'd told him. "Miss Carnahan! Ooooo! Good-bye!" Evie turned, tripped on her skirt, stumbled, then straightened to stomp off. Boys! Now she knew where the non-adorable ones were hiding the third floor! Right!

Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp.....

[forgottenpants]

Pete . . . rather enjoyed the view of Evie stomping off.

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my DARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLIN' Evie-tine. . .