Emo Roof of Emo, Thursday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had a blanket, a book, and a bottle of... Coke Zero. Come on, it was Francine. Still, she managed to look like she ought to be swigging from a flask of something, as she sat on the far edge of the roof, dutifully far away from any emo-sensitive plants,and stared blankly up at the night sky. Book? What book?

[OOC: The roof is a happy garden of joy and delight! ...or perhaps not. But it is open.]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Hey, if she wanted to take a swig out a flask of something, Chuck could help her out. He never left home without one.

Oh yeah, he was on the roof too. But not to emo. To smoke.

"Hello, Francine," Chuck said, pulling a joint out of his coat pocket.

[thatsamilkshake]

Startled, Francine looked... well, not up, because she'd been doing that anyway, but over. "Oh. Hi, Chuck." She started to gather up her things, then decided it required too much give-a-damn, and hers seemed to be busted. "Am I in your way? I can go."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"In my way? No, not at all," Chuck said. He actually preferred people around when he smoked. He got chatty when he was high. "Am I in your way?"

He wasn't going to leave if he was. This was pretty much his roof, after all.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shook her head. "No, I'm not really doing anything. Just felt like being outside." Ironically, in the one place the cause of her current mood usually came to be in her current mood, not that Francine was ever up here to know that.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Chuck pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the joint, taking a drag of it before looking up at Francine again. "You're not brooding or something, are you?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Duh. "I think only guys in puffy pirate shirts do that," Francine said, uncapping her mmm, delicious Coke Zero and taking a swig.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck snickered. "Know many guys like that?"

And Coke Zero was disgusting. Just drink Diet Coke. It tasted way better.

This was Chuck's opinion on the matter, of course.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Just the ones on the cover of every Angelica Demesnes novel ever," Francine said, holding up the book she hadn't been reading, which did indeed feature a brooding, puffy-shirted hero on its jacket.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"...wow," Chuck said. He didn't realize people actually read those kinds of books. "Definitely not my type of literature."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine colored. "They're not exactly Battle and Ceasefire," she allowed. "I guess they're about my speed, though." Mmm, aspartame with a chaser of bitters!

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I could see how enthralled you were with it when I first came up here," Chuck said lightly.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine gave a small snort. "I know how it ends. I was just re-reading it to see if I missed something; I seem to be doing that a lot lately." If by lately you mean the last seventeen years.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Like just with books or--" Chuck made a dramatic gesture with his hands. "--life?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack needed a bit of fresh air and perspective...because every problem looked small when looking down six floors.

He didn't expect anyone to be there.

[thatsamilkshake]

That was probably Francine's mistake - she was looking up at the stars, which mostly just made her feel small. She gave him a tiny smile when she realized she wasn't alone anymore. "Hey."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Um. Hi. Er. I can go," he stated. He came up here to be alone, not to intrude on someone else's alone...aloniness. Alonenity.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shook her head. "S'okay. I was just reading." Not... really. But staring off into space pretending to be reading was equally not going to be disturbed by somebody else's presence, unless they brought a boombox and some tap shoes.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Okay. I'll stay," he said, making sure he wasn't close enough to disturb her.


Though he did have the sudden urge to start doing a soft-shoe routine.

[thatsamilkshake]

Maybe it was the thought of dancing that made a memory swim up from the mostly-murky depths of the weekend she'd been... not alive, but it made Francine turn to glance back at him, after a few moments of silence. "You were a zombie too, weren't you?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He started, and would gave dropped anything had he been holding something. "Yes, I was. You too?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine nodded. Look, trauma she hadn't been moping about all day! Mostly because she'd blocked it out, of course, not because she'd done anything so healthy as dealing with it, or was likely to. "I don't remember all of it, but.... freaky is an understatement."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sandwich, no pickles. I remember that." And much more.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...You got a sandwich?" Yes, Francine, be jealous of somebody's former zombie self. "I ate... something disgusting, but I'm trying really hard not to remember what it was."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"No, it was for him. And that is all I am gonna remember about that," he said. Repress much?

[thatsamilkshake]

"For him?" Give her a second. And then a shudder. "Oh,him. I--" kasjdhsakljdhkj came on to him. "--remember him." REPRESS REPRESS REPRESS REPRESS REPRESS.