Fifth Floor Common Room; Friday Evening [ 03/06 ].

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Turtle was thinking that maybe she should have something exciting or interesting to do on a Friday but...well, she kind of didn't. She did, however, need to get away from that stupid, drooling dog for just a little bit, so she took a book and drifted down to the common room. She made some hot cocoa and curled up on the corner of the couch.

However, CNN on was on the background, so she kept getting distracted from reading, especially in watching the little ticker go by at the bottom of the screen.

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ange--"

Turtle blinked.

"Oh. Yeah. Right. That. Crazy. Real crazy."

Hum hum hum.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, did you get married that weekend people weren't themselves?" Hurley said. He wasn't judging. He did weird stuff that weekend, too.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"No," Turtle said, very carefully, very specifically. "I didn't get married. Miss Lydia Bennet and the Blue Bandit did."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Blue Bandit, what?" Hurley said, chuckling.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"He had very interesting pants."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Were they blue?" Hurley said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oddly enough? I don't think his ensemble actually had a lot of blue in it."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...Dude, that's lame," Hurley said. "It's like if... uhhh, The Cleveland Browns didn't wear brown."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Or oranges that aren't orange!" Turtle offered, amused. And maybe wanting to get off the subject of the nuptuals that weren't.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Man, now I want an orange," Hurley said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Are there any in the fridge?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"I'll go look," Hurley said. "Maybe we'll luck out and find Clementines."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"If there are," Turtle said. "Grab me some! Now I want some, too."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley wandered over to the fridge and opened it. "I see... OJ..."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...Closssse</i.," Turtle said, wrinkling her nose, and lifting her mug, "but I've already got something to drink."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley searched a little more.

"Oranges, jackpot," he said.

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"Hooray!" Turtle laughed a little. "Put mine in a bowl, though, so I don't get juice everywhere and I can just keep the peel in there, too."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, if you do it right, you don't get juice anywhere," Hurley said. "But I'll find you a bowl, no problem."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I never do it right," Turtle admitted, knowing full well that she never bothered because it was too much fun listening to Grace throw a fit about it.

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"It's not hard if you take your time," Hurley said. "Helps savor it, too."

He searched the cupboards and found a bowl, and brought it over to Turtle with her orange.

"Your fruit, senorita," he said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Danke schon, senor!" Turtle replied, taking the bowl and shifting a little to position herself better for digging into the orange.

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"Dude, was that... German?" Hurley said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I think so?" Turtle shrugged.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Hurley said. "So you're not fluent or anything."

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Turtle snorted. "No way," she admitted. "I only speak American."

There was a pause.

"Well, that, and finance."