fandomhighdorms | Deck, Saturday Afternoon

It was a good plan, and like all good plans, just had to be copied. Come on, there was sunshine! That'd be why Angela slipped on a skirt today to go with her camisole before heading outside.

"I'm surprised you actually made it out of bed today," she said, in what could be considered a greeting. In a vague sense of the word.

"You underestimate my abilities to forgo sleeping to enjoy a nice day." She didn't, really. Sleep was his second choice to lazing out on the deck. "Have I really made such an impression?"

"Kind of have," she replied, smiling down at him. "Plus, late night, no more finals and a weekend..." She wouldn't have blamed him, really.

"Well, I wasn't that hungover so I couldn't waste that," Hannibal said. "I think you just hoped I'd be in bed so you could join me."

"Wouldn't have stayed there with it like this out here, even if you had been there," she said.

"Which just means I chose the right option," he said, grinning. He held up his (somewhat alcoholic, yes) drink towards her. "Want some?"

"Should I ask what's in there first?" she asked, leaning forward to eye it. What? He'd been known to supply disgusting drinks, before now.

"I'm nursing a tiny hangover, I wouldn't dump the hard stuff in there," he said, grinning. "What, don't trust me?"

"I know a few people who would consider starting on the hard stuff a hangover cure in itself," Angela pointed out. "Maybe you're one of those."

"Not me," he said and took another sip of his drink. "It's mostly because it's a cold drink and it's warm out here. And you're wearing a skirt. Hi, legs."

"I do that from time to time," she said, grinning. "Decided they deserved some sun. Maybe start a tan."

"Still wearing more than you." And not going to complain!

"I figured this was good half naked weather," he said, looking down at himself before reaching for one of her hands. "Come sit down, come on. Keep me company for awhile."

"Any weather is good half naked weather," she decided, taking his hand as she sat. You know, provided she wasn't the half naked one. Or they were indoors, or something.

Edited 2009-04-25 18:42 (UTC)

"Nice day," Chad noted, and since it hadn't been long since he had woken up, that was about the height of the detail he could manage right now. He'd drifted down to the deck to enjoy the weather a little himself, as well as just to be out a little in the week before graduating.

Plus, Prince Oscar Pedro wanted to lie around in the sun, but didn't want to be disturbed by the other cats. He very pointedly marched out to the center of the desk, flopped down, and started grooming himself.

...as if he actually had fur to groom.

"My thoughts exactly," Hannibal said, rolling his head over to nod at Chad. "Can't really say anything bad about a day with sun and no rain and no classes to think about."

"Nope," said Chad, slightly distracted in looking over the deck chairs and trying to find the one that looked the sturdiest. Reaching a conclusion, he reached for it, dragged it a little closer, and then settled into it with a slight grunt. He leaned back and relaxed, as well as he ever did.

"Feels weird to be done," he said.

Done done, too. Unless you counted college.

"You completely done or just done until summer stuff starts?" Hannibal asked.

"Completely done," said Chad, nodding.

And then he made an amendment. "Until fall, anyway, when classes start. But I'm going to New York after graduation to get settled."

And model.

Shh.

"Oooh, New York," Hannibal said, suitably impressed. "What's up there?"

"Colleges?" said Chad, which wasn't very helpful since there were colleges everywhere.

So he did chance an elaboration. "And, you know, fashion industry."

"And the..." He paused to process that. "Designing?"

Chad gave a very pointed look down to the very loud Aloha shirt he was wearing right now, as if to suggest that, yeah, fear for anything he'd ever design.

He shook his head. "Modeling."

"Oh yeah?" Hey, he couldn't deny that he'd wondered about doing that professionally. "Got a job lined up and everything?"

"I'm pre-emptively signed up with an agency there," Chad said. "I did a few jobs here and there last year, but it's hard to book me since I'm, you know, here for school."

But not anymore.

"What sort of modeling?" Hannibal asked. "Runway stuff?"

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