Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was crashed on the sofa in the common room, sitting low, sitting comfortably, with a bowl of popcorn, watching old game shoes because there wasn't really much else on. "Boooo!" she called out objectively, a second after shoving a handful into her mouth and a second before throwing another at the TV screen. "You coward. It's no fun if you wager something like that! It's not even a hard question!"

Turtle shook her head. She should be on a game show. She'd do better than these putzes, anyway.


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[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick came into the common room, intending to stuff himself with caffeine since he had to do radio tonight. Then he saw his girlfriend's nemesis.

Maybe if he backed away slowly she wouldn't notice him...

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"1932! 1932, you moro--"

"What is 19...57?"

"Incorrect." Groan. "The correct answer was 1932. 19.32."

"I told you!" Turtle shook her head and caught in the corner of her eye someone coming into the room, so she turned her head to greet them. "Oh, hey...." Pause. Blink. "Dick." She turned back to the TV, handful of popcorn ready for her mouth. "What's up?"

See, she could be....polite...ish...to Annette's boyfriend. She wasn't petty or anything. Just couldn't look at him, that's all.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Um...nothing. Just getting a soda." he said. And since he couldn't very well run away he went to the fridge and grabbed one. He took a seat in the armchair near the couch. No way he was sitting on the couch with Turtle. Now if he could avoid saying something stupid.

"I like your hair." Well, so much for that.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle sucked in both a breath and the urge to say what she was thinking in response to that (Well, you should, it's your jerkface, petty, stupid, selfish girlfriend's work...), responding only with a reserved, "Thanks." And went back to munching on her popcorn.

Which she realized she should probably share. After all, Dick had it hard enough having to date Annette and all, so... She held the bowl his way. "Popcorn?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

If he hadn't seen Turtle eating the popcorn earlier he'd be worried about poison but lucky for him he had. "Sure."

He took a handful of popcorn and settled back in the armchair. "What are we watching?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle shrugged. "Game show. Nothing else really on, but you can change it if you want. These people are complete space cases, too. Who honestly doesn't know that the Zippo lighter was developed in 1932."

Turtle...didn't know. She'd taken a lucky guess.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Psh, I totally knew that." No he didn't. "Some people are so stupid."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Like your girlfriend?

"I know, right?" Turtle said. "I could so be on one of these shows, but I'd feel too bad about making all that money so effortlessly."

"This year was the year that the New York Stock Exchange was officially born."

"Oh! Oh! What is 1792!" Turtle bounced excitedly, biting her lip against a grin because she actually did know that one.

"What is 1815?"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is 1792. 17. 92."

Turtle beamed over toward Dick with a toothy grin, as he was the one who could bear witness to her awesomeness.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Considering Dick had been thinking 1963, he was pretty impressed. "Wow. You really should be on one of those shows. Screw feeling bad. You'd be rich!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette walked in because she was on her way to Dick's room, thought to check here first. What she didn't expect to see was Dick and Turtle.

"Well..." Yeah, she had no words.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle turned her attention toward the sound of another person.

Oh, bullocks. "Hi, Annette," she said simply, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and putting all her attention back into the stupid game show.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette just stared at her; she saw her beaming smile at her boyfriend, and wasn't too particularly thrilled about it. She glanced over at the TV and made no move to walk in further.

She was glaring and she was enjoying glaring.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Good thing Turtle turned back to the TV or else Annette would have gotten a good look at her rolling her eyes. What? She said her hello, she was being as nice as the situation would allow. And that was more than what Annette even deserved, the bratty, horrible braid thief.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette still stood still, staring at Turtle's ugly studip hair. What she wouldn't give for a size Big Assed Bucket of Glue.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

What? Was she just going to stand there the whole time and be annoying? Maybe planning to shoot her in the back of the head because, clearly, Annette hadn't done enough damage to Turtle's pride so far...

"You can come in, you know," she said; she turned her head to look at Annette, but found she couldn't exactly hold the gaze. Instead, she just held up her bowl. "We've got popcorn."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No, thanks," she looked at Dick then back at Turtle and bowed her head. "I've...got things to do." Then she turned around and left.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Uh, 'kay..." Turtle arched an eyebrow as she settled the bowl back in her lap. No, that wasn't awkward or anything. Whatever. More popcorn for her, without having to feel all sick over the fact that she was sharing popcorn with someone like Annette, who cut off braids and then wouldn't share popcorn with you.

[the_merriest]

"What'cha watchin'?" Rikku asked, bouncing in to the common room. "Ooooh, are they playing for real money? Or is it like board games where you have fake bills that look stupid?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Rikku," Turtle smiled at the other girl. "Real money, none of that fake crap. Popcorn?" She offered out the bowl to her.

[the_merriest]

"Oooh, yes please!" Rikku hopped down onto the couch and grabbed a handful. "I never remember to bring snacks for common-room stuff. I totally should. One of these days I'm just gonna get a pile of stuff and have Snack Day or something to make up for it."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You're totally letting me know when that is," Turtle said, "and you're totally getting the snacks from T & C. I'll even give you a discount or something." She nodded firmly.

[the_merriest]

"A discount, really?!" Rikku bounced. "Then I totally will! Except ... I guess it doesn't matter, huh?"

She bit her lip, thinking, then blurted out, "Do you know anything about charities?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter?

Head tilting, Turtle blinked. "Yeah. Not a whole lot because I'm still working on getting to a more stable platform before I look too heavily into that, but I want to one day donate to a lot of different charities. I'm gonna help out with Conner's soccer camp one day, and I've been donating a lot to help with school functions for now, start out small, y'know? Why do you ask?"

[the_merriest]

Rikku sort of stared at Turtle for a few minutes. "Oh. You're, like, you actually know this stuff, huh? What kind of stable platform do you, uh, need for ... giving money to people? If you don't want it and just kind of want ... rid of it."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And now it was Turtle's turn to stare.

"Get rid of...Rikku, are we talking about money? Because if you don't want it, I assure you, I have no problem with suggesting the charity of T.R. Wexler, and then I'll use the money to find you a nice hospital so they can figure out what's wrong with your brain for not wanting money."