Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Hurley, despite actually being in a relationship, was still a sucker for Expose marathons. He couldn't help it. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

Or in this instance, like a teenage boy armed with popcorn and soda to a couch in front of a TV.

...Okay, the simile was a stretch.

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"So, like, uhhh," Hurley said. "What exactly to girls, ummm, like? In their... sex."

Awkwardness, thy name is Reyes.

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...

Ino was going to kill herself at this rate, trying not to laugh. He was-- serious , dammit. Breathe , Ino. No dying of suppressed laughter.

"Um." Ino was just going to dart a very fast glance over at Penelope. She was... pretty sure that the other girl wasn't, uh, into, well, er. "Uh. Depends on the girl? Most, uh, like guys that make sure the girl is--pleasured equally, though. 'Cause it's, like, easier for guys to get off than it is for girls."

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Hurley nodded. "I just... yeah. Thanks, Ino."

That actually went better than he thought it would.

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"And," Ino added, "maybe--ask her. Like, straight out. 'Cause, uh. Yeah."

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"...well that'd be the easy way," Hurley said, pretending like he totally had thought of that. Which he hadn't.

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Her lips twitched.

"Just a bit easier," Ino commented. "And seriously less chance of bad advice."

Hurley probably did not really want to hear her idea of a good time. Her first had been Kabuto, after all, and they'd been suited for each other in a really weird way.

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"Yeah, I guess... people have individual tastes, right? Like... not everyone likes jalapeño dip?" Hurley said.

It wasn't a terrible metaphor. Really.

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...

Yes, yes it was.

"Don't use that one," she said, "when talking to Penelope. And, yeah. Everyone's different."

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"...I wasn't, like, thinking of using dip during... no! That might... lead to burning. In bad places," Hurley said.

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Ino was...

Was...

Going to try not to hyperventilate. He was killing her.

"I didn't mean it that way!" she protested. "Nooo, don't--definitely don't--use that."

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Hurley shuddered. "Ow."

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"Just--don't."

Seriously don't.

"And yeah, uh--most spicy things. Just--don't."

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"Promise," Hurley said. "I like... not burning."

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Jalapeño dip was never going to be the same, no.

"Good," she said, and gave a strangled laugh. "Can we, uh, talk 'bout something else?"

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"...so, uhhh, want some popcorn?" Hurley said. He wasn't going to mention the TV show, now.

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Ino just laughed.

And leaned over to snag some of the offered popcorn.

"Nice try."

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"So... meet any cute boys?" Hurley said, trying a new approach.

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"I did," she said, grinning at him. "Kissed one of them too."

Shy, Ino was not.

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"...whoa," Hurley said. "What's his name?"

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She grinned impishly. "His name's Mat, and he's totally fun."

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"Well, I'd hardly expect you to kiss someone that wasn't," Hurley said.

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Ino considered that.

"I don't know if fun is how I'd describe most of my boyfriends..."

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"...you didn't think they were fun?" Hurley said.

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Kabuto and Michael were...

"Ichigo was," she allowed, "but, Hurley, I don't--most of my guys aren't really... nice. Fun is a small part."

Michael had been broken, and Kabuto had been... well.

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"I'm not sure I understand," Hurley said. "I mean, you liked them though, right?"