Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon Into The Evening

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

There was a stack of horror movies by the television.

And a couple Britt Ekland ones. Just to even it all up.

Jeff was seated on the couch, surrounded by soda and popcorn, and holding a very large binder of something or other.

He was prepared. Very prepared. Capital Jeff Prepared.

[ oooopen, bouts of SP later ]

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Visual Access Angle?" Andrew instantly regretted asking.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You know," Jeff said, then paused, because Andrew did not in fact know, because Andrew was gay. Oh. Right. "...You don't know," he continued, sagely, "It's the space, the angle, if you may, from which it is easiest to look up a woman's skirt."

He paused again. "Not that I would currently search out a Visual Access Angle," he went on, "Since I have a girlfriend, but it's nice to know that it's there."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"You should write a book," Andrew said with a grin. "Jeff's Terminologies of the Male/Female Relationship."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm working on it," Jeff said, seriously, "But I haven't quite gathered all the necessary evidence." He considered the television. "I haven't figured out socks yet."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Socks." Andrew wasn't going to ask. He wasn't. He didn't need to know.

"What exactly do socks have to do with it?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Jeff said, pulling a face. "It just seems as if there is something insidious. About socks."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"How do you feel about stockings?" He was curious.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

That earned him a respectful-- and serious-- silence. "Stockings," Jeff said, "Are a marvel of nature. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow! One day I will see them."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"You've never seen stockings? Don't Turtle sell them in her store? I mean, I borrowed a pair of my aunt's once - silky ones." Andrew smiled benignly.

Then his eyes went wide. "Not to wear! Well, yes, to wear, but not just because I wanted to wear stockings! No. I was being Thieving Hood for Halloween."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff took a moment to stare at him.

Evil Clone theories started hurtling through his mind again.

"Not proper stockings," he explained, slowly. "You know. On a woman." Pause. "Not that I'm discriminating, obviously, I'd just prefer to see proper stockings on a proper..." pause, "Woman."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Have you thought about buying some for Turtle? Maybe as a Christmas present? It would obviously be one you both could enjoy."

It seemed like a logical thing to do.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff shot him a difficult look. A little like a sad puppy, really. "I think she prefers not wearing stockings."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Where does a fifty foot woman get a change of clothes?" Not such a random question.