Second floor common room, Monday lunch time

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had had every intention of hiding in his room after his class today, but he didn't have any food in the room, and, well, Malcolm hadn't exactly eaten much while lost in the closet yesterday.

Holy crap, how was he ever going to live that down? He'd figured out quick enough that other students had had the same sort of experience over the weekend, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who'd ended up stupid enough not to be able to find their way out of a tiny room with only one door.

So, anyway, here he was in the common room, cooking up massive amounts of steak and cheese sandwiches for anyone who might happen to stop by. Nothing said "please don't remember me as the preppie idiot I've spent the last six months trying very hard to avoid being seen as" better than a whole lot of greasy, steaming meat and cheese.

[ooc: open! Come join the punk in "omgwtf"ery!]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly could do not talking about it. "Definitely, man, help yourself."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," he said, doing just that.

"Would you like me to bring down some of the lemonade I have in the icebox upstairs?"

[lovemykilt]

"Sure, man, that sounds great."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded quickly before heading upstairs and returning with just that. He didn't bring cups, though, figuring this common room had them as well.

"There's another one up there if there's a rush. I just didn't want to trust myself with it.

"Tend towards clumsiness sometimes."

Like when he was out of sorts, which a weekend as a bitchy French singing widower can do to a person.

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, no problem. Could probably rustle up some soda or something, too."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"You could," he said, "I just don't have any."

He wanted to ask--

"How have you been with the obvious exception of this weekend which I don't think we should talk about for everyone's sake?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly shuddered even thinking about it. "God, yeah. But, uh, other than this weekend, I've been good. Got a date with Claudia."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"That's good," he said before realizing how it sounded, "or rather, I'm glad for you. Sounds nice. Are you taking her to the dance?"

[lovemykilt]

"There's a dance?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"There was last year," he admitted with a scratch to one ear.

[lovemykilt]

"Man, I should get on that. She's definitely gonna want me to ask her to that."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"It's always good to ask. Make sure that's clear and all."

He had a terrible tendency to just sort of assume on things.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, we've only gone out once. And she totally freaked over -- you know, the thing we're avoiding talking about."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I can certainly understand being upset by the thing that we're avoiding speaking of," he said with a nod.

"This time was slightly better than last time, thankfully, but still."

He took a sip of his lemonade and took a bite of the sandwich.

"It's very good."

[lovemykilt]

"It's happened before?" Oh crap. "That means it could happen again."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Most things do happen again," he said with a faint wince.

"Or rather, the oddness never really stops."

[lovemykilt]

"Man, I knew this place was too good to be true."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Some of them are actually pretty nice," he continued.

"If it weren't for one of them, I would never have figured out who my mother is."

[lovemykilt]

"Seriously? That's . . . kind of weird."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Well aware," he said with a slightly self-depreciating smile.

"All the same, some are enjoyable. The one day, there were desserts that fell from the sky, very good ones."

[lovemykilt]

". . . Huh." Priestly thought about that. "You didn't, like, wonder where they'd been?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I checked the first few of them. When they looked all right, I started eating.

"To be honest, I wasn't that far from having been living on the street so I wasn't about to turn down food."

[lovemykilt]

"You used to live on the streets?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I did for a few months, while I was in the Emerald City," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Too young to work, too old to beg very well."

[lovemykilt]

"Seriously?" He seemed to say that a lot to Liir. "What'd you do?"