The Roof of Theodore Roosevelt Cabin, Monday Evening

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It could probably be argued that the roof of the cabins wasn't the best place to be when your purpose for being up there was to consume as much of the bottle of Jack Daniels and two packs of cigarettes (mostly that latter although the former was probably a concern too) you'd brought up there with you, but shut up, she'd brought a soda can for an ashtray and she wasn't perched on the edge, and she really didn't want to be in the cabin right now.

It could also probably be argued that it was a miracle that Katchoo hadn't started breaking things (or, you know, specific people), but she hadn't gotten past the numb depressive part and to the RARGHSMASHY rage yet.

Yet.

For now she was stuck on brooding, drinking, and smoking. On the roof. Because that was so smart.

[OOC: Of course it's open, if you think 'Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Chewie' is, in fact, an invitation and a blessing to do just that. Because it is.]

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"Hey cabinmate," Griff said, climbing up onto the roof. "You look set for a long one." Perhaps he should turn around.

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Katchoo grunted. Great, had to be one of the male cabinmates. She'd been way too close to enough maleness in the past couple of days as it was. Gyah.

"There were complications hauling the fridge up. Damn shame, that."

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And here he was one who could actually help with that problem. Were she not sarcastic as hell. "Cord catching on everything? Hate when that happens."

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Too bad she wouldn't care enough to find out he could help with that if she ever was serious about the fridge, huh?

"Stupid cord," Katchoo said, her voice as flat as it got with all that sandpaperiness. (Maybe it was a fine grit sandpaper? Fine grit sandpaper that had 'go the hell away' imprinted in diagonal patterns across the back?) She took a swig of the Jack and dug for a cigarette. "Shoulda stuck to an ice chest."

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"Those the big flat ones that just freeze stuff?" Griff wondered, sounding mildly amused. "I'm not real up on my cold storage."

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"No, dumbass, a cooler, geez," Katchoo growled. "You know, the kind you fill with ice? That's otherwise empty like I'm starting to think your head is?"

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"Clearly it's my mistake," he said, finding her personality winning, really. "Though, just saying that would've cleared things right up. Not that you seem interested in actual conversation."

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Oh, Katchoo was a real charmer.

Actually, she could be, but nobody needed to know that, much less the details of how or why.

"Oh, you just now noticed? Impressive. Figured it'd take you a hell of a lot longer than that," she said through a cloud of smoke.

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"It's like a game of charades," he replied, waving his hand to keep the smoke from choking him. "Someone downstairs pissed you off right good, eh?"

Pay no attention to his giant sugar bowl ears.

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No attention at all, nope, except . . .

"Oh, fer gawd's sake." Yeah, she almost growled there. "Another one?"

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"Another one what?" Griff asked, turning to see if someone was joining them.

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"Frikkin' annoying &**#@#)(!@%&*$ guys with ears," Katchoo grumbled. "Why does this island hate me?"

Oh, yeah, Chewie, it's all about you. Really.

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He touched his ear gingerly with raised eyebrows. "Are you having some sort of attack?" Always willing to help justify the crazy, he was.

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Hey, Katchoo resented that. Or resembled it, depending on who you asked. She was an artist. It did sort of go with the stereotypical territory.

"No, but you just might be cruisin' for one. Piss off, smartass."

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"Think I will," he agreed, mostly because he got enough of this from Karev...which wasn't a bad idea really.

"Sometime you should meet Alex. Real sweet guy. Think you two'd get on like white on rice." He might ship them.

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"You frikkin' (*@#)(%# IDIOT!" Katchoo exploded, knocking her soda can off the roof in a gesture that was not at all accidental except for how dammit, she needed that. "GET THE HELL OFF MY ROOF!"

Oooo, someone was a little touchy about the vaguest possible insinuation, no matter how much of that was what she read into it, that she did anything with guys.

But did you see her explaining that part?

Psssht.