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The Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

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"Cool, maybe we'll both end up in it." And the costumes might be saner. Although they *had* ended up cool, last time... eventually. "Oooo, what boy?" She peered at the socks. "Those look neat. I can't do anything like that."

"Do you know Eric van der Woodsen?" asked Harper. "He was in my cabin and he's also in my Drama 101 class. He's really sweet," she added, her cheeks turning red. It was clear that Harper was very, very smitten.

"Um, yeah." Also, wait, what? "Isn't he gay?" Dinah asked, instead of saying, Harper, hold on, no way, he's gay.

"Well, he tried telling me that he doesn't like girls, but I don't believe it," said Harper. "And besides, I know I'm different from the other girls. I'm sure he'll like me once he gets to know me."

Harper's romances tended to be just a little too one-sided.

"Uhhhh..." Dinah boggled, then pointed out, "But you're still a girl. I think that's the main thing, isn't it? He had a boyfriend before and all."

"But he doesn't have a boyfriend now!" pointed out Harper. "He's fair game."

She could overlook a lot of potential pitfalls, including the fact that Eric really wasn't interested in her.

You almost had to admire that. Almost. "Well, no," Dinah allowed, utterly bewildered. "But it kinda seems like a long-shot, Harper. No offense to you! Just, you know. Track record and all."

"But long-shots pay off a lot more when you win," said Harper with a grin.

Dinah stared at her, then weakly said, "'kay. Good luck on that." Poor Eric. "So, socks! That's. Always cool."

"It's something really special, having hand-knit socks. Not one of those mass-produced things you can get anywhere. He'll like that, right?" asked Harper.

"Anyone would," Dinah had to agree. "And it's a nice gesture." Although part of her said she shouldn't say anything at all even vaguely encouraging. "So! Do you know Karla?"

"Not really. I've just heard her name mentioned on the radio, something about a date with Eric," said Harper. "I thought that this might be a good opportunity to size up my competition."

"Karla? I, um. Hunh. Possible, I guess?" Dinah said, very dubious about it. "You know how the Radio gets things wrong, though."

"That's what I'm counting on," said Harper, crossing her fingers.

Hearing her name, Karla wandered over. "Kiss kiss," she greeted Harper and Dinah. "What did I do now?"

"I heard on the radio that you have a date with my boyfriend," said Harper, looking displeased.

Of course, Eric wasn't really Harper's boyfriend. She was just in denial.

Karla looked confused. "I...do?" She still wasn't thinking about Eric. Or considering a school assignment a date. "Are you sure? Who is your boyfriend?"

"Eric van der Woodsen," said Harper in an almost snotty tone of voice. "Now, I know radio sometimes gets things mixed up, but still, there has to be some reason the squirrels noticed you two together."

Eric, Eric, Eric? Who the hell was Eric?

Oh. Riiiiight. "That's his name!" Karla snapped her fingers. "I'd forgotten. Eric is the one courting me, yes. I should contact him and find out what we are doing for our date."

Beat. "He is in my sexual anthropology class. Our teacher assigned us to go on dates to understand courtship. I didn't even know Eric until our teacher called our names."

Karla probably should have stopped there. She didn't.

"How is he your boyfriend? He told me right away that he didn't like females that way."

Harper was still fuming until she heard the part about it being an assignment for class. Then she felt rather foolish. Maybe she should have listened to the radio again instead of jumping to conclusions.

"Well, he's not my boyfriend yet," she tried to explain. "But I'm sure he'll want to be my boyfriend when he realizes how I'm different from other girls."

"Look, sugar," Karla said bluntly, ~~unconsciously imitating Surreal~~ "unless things are very different here than at home" though, to be fair, many things were "Eric's only going to care if your 'differences' include a pair of balls and the equiptment that goes with them."

Perhaps blunter than she needed to be, but Karla was having a rotten day, and Harper's assumptions were hitting that last nerve.

Amber and Dinah had already tried to break it gently to Harper, but she was stubbornly refusing to give up her crush on Eric.

"Well, I'll believe it when I hear that from Eric!" she said. Never mind that Eric already tried to tell her that on Sunday...

Karla shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said, rising. "But at least you know not to worry about me. Because I don't have the kind of equiptment that Eric's looking for."

"I guess not," said Harper, thinking. "This dating thing is complicated. Things were never this difficult back home with Justin. At least I knew he liked girls because he was always dating other girls!"

"I don't understand my own males," Karla said, a little more sympathetically. "I haven't even tried to understand yours. I just know some things span worlds." Her conversation with Sam about whores and information gathering had proven that.

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