5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

A weekend of weirdness had happened in Fandom, and the only potentially embarrassing thing Francine had done? Had no witnesses. This was an event of epic proportions, and called for a celebration of epic proportions.

Or, you know, French Toast.

Because she really could make breffast.

Lots and lots of breffast, as it turned out.

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Also," Katchoo said loudly and succinctly, "an idiot. Do I have to spell out 'piss off' for you and then beat it into your skull or something?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, okay," Hurley said, dropping his affected ultra-cheer. "Could you just give me a chance? I'm okay, I swear."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'd ask you to give me one good reason why I should, but that would mean I gave a crap. Which I don't," Katchoo growled.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Man, maybe you should have less cheese in your diet?" Hurley tried to joke.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo started to take a step toward him, but Clocky squealed frantically and got in her way.

"Get the hell out of my face, jackass," she snapped instead.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, I'm not in your face," Hurley said, backing off.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You're in the general vicinity. Where I can see you. And have to hear your lameass excuses for humor," Katchoo said flatly. "That's bad enough."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Could be worse," Hurley said. "You could be hearing my brother's lameass excuses for humor."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yours are bad enough," Katchoo grumbled. There was a little bit of a tic starting just above her left eyebrow, and her face was getting red. "Let me spell it out for you, idiot, since you apparently can't process it for yourself. I'm not your friend, and I'm not going to be, so back the &*#($ off."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, seriously," Hurley said. "What the hell did I do to you?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

The eyebrow-twitching was getting kind of pronounced, now. "Opened your damn mouth, that's what. God, go the hell away!"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you're just a bigot," Hurley said, and he turned away.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"What," said Katchoo, and if she hadn't been so mad she'd have realized how much she sounded like Darcy at that moment, "the hell did you just call me?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley wasn't going to answer her. He was walking away.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Answer the goddamn question," Katchoo snarled.

Possibly futilely, but when had that ever stopped her before?

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Hurley said, turning around. "You're judging me just cause I'm a dude. That makes you, like, dude-ist! That's not cool!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Your entire gender is useless," Katchoo said, not exactly disproving his accusation, "but most of 'em at least have enough sense to leave me the hell alone. You? You can't take a frikkin' hint."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, see?" Hurley said. "Why don't you call me a lazy spic while you're at it? Enjoy your klan meetings."

Hurley turned around again.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to --" Katchoo pulled herself up short. She wasn't going to do this in front of Francine.