Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

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[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

"Fake number, to a mortuary. It's always worked before." She shrugged, which for Cordelia meant very bad. "Found out my now-ex was cheating after he freaked about my male roommate."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, what a pig," Elena said, setting down her bowl of ice cream in disgust. "You know what you should do? Wait two weeks, then mail a letter to the other girl and tell her you just got some really scary test results, and he begged you not to tell her but, sigh, you felt she had a right to know."

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

Cordelia actually laughed at that idea. "As much fun as it would be, there isn't a chance that she'll believe it. They've been best friends since crayon days."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Damn." Elena was chewing her lower lip thoughtfully. "Any chance you can convince her that he didn't actually break up with you yet? you're just worried he's, sigh, cheating?"

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not without slipping up and calling her a skanky ho," Cordelia mumbled. She had trouble tolerating Willow on her good days.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"That's why letter writing is useful," Elena noted. "Then you can edit out things like 'you fucking skank-whore slutbag.' Cheaters suck."