third floor common room | morning | wednesday | july 1

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex wasn't sure when Griff would be coming back from his trip so, since he had some sense of self preservation, he decided to make himself scarce. That included going one floor up and settling in a completely different common room then his own floor's. Griff could just make his discoveries on his own time. For now, Alex was sprawled on one of the couches, not quite hungover but not bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Of course, he wasn't ever really in that sort of mood. He was drinking (coffee) and eating (toast) and listening to some early morning news show that made no sense but it was noise and it kept him from falling asleep.

Despite it being morning, it was a vacation so Alex figured being up and lazy was allowed.

[open common room, of course. *goofs off at work*]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"With party hats and noisemakers?" he asked hopefully, having to stop his own kicking since he had legs on his now. He'd just pick it up later. "Would you siiiiiiiing?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Depends how nice you are to me," she replied. Effy had been known to sing. Not altogether enthusiatically, but that was hardly unusual.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've always been nice to you," he protested even though, yeah, he'd been irritating at times on purpose. It was fun. He had a weird idea of things that were fun. "There something specific you're shooting for there?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No." Because she could also be irritating and vague. "But if you actually want me singing, I'm sure you'll figure something out."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, it's not like I don't have a lot of time," he said and shrugged. As it was, he didn't even know if she'd remember his birthday or he'd be around. Life was weird. "You won't sing if you get drunk enough tomorrow?"

Drunken karaoke was the best if it wasn't him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Hasn't happened yet." Which meant she considered it highly unlikely. It could be that way because she hasn't got really, really drunk in a karaoke bar. Who knows.

"You're free to try." Like she could stop him, really.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"First time for everything," he agreed with a nod. Not that he was in the habit of trying to get girls drunk to entertain him. He wasn't that much of a bastard. "It won't be something I aim for, I don't think. Mostly because I think you and your tiny self--" Yeah, he went for the size. "-- would come after me when you were sober."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Because you're such a giant." And hey, she wasn't that tiny. 5'7" was totally reasonable, she was just a model kind of scrawny.

"Least you've got some a sense of self-preservation."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm bigger than you," he pointed out which wasn't saying much. He was taller and bulkier but he was no musclehead by any stretch of the imagination. "And I've finely honed my sense of self preservation."

Hey, he was up on the third floor, wasn't he? Away from his trashed room.

"I'm perfectly happy with how big I am." In all sense of the word.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked. Of course she was going to follow a double implication like that.

"Glad to hear you're so comfortable in yourself. Don't think you'd be half as much fun if you were all nervous."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I leave that shit to my roommate," he declared with a grin. "He does the nervous shit for the both of us. But, thank you, I'm taking that as a compliment. I enjoy when people find me fun."

Well, that wasn't completely true.

"I enjoy when certain people find me fun," he clarified.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So I should be honoured, or something." Since apparently, he liked that she approved.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You should be," he confirmed with a nod. "Select company. No password or secret handshake though. I keep it simple."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sweet." She approved of simple. Secret handshakes and dumb passwords were hardly something she wanted to bother with.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"My thoughts exactly," he said, reaching for the remote. "Stick around and watch tv with me?"

He clicked the the television on.

"If there's nothing on, we can just make fun of some stupid program."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Works for me," Effy decided, stretching out a little more (if he was taking up a fuckload of space, so could she) and digging in for more cereal.

Didn't have anything better to be doing with her time, so, lazy morning it was.