roof | early evening | friday | october 9

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

After the week he'd had, Alex was pretty glad to be done with it with a week long vacation in the forecast. Of course, the night was made even better after an earlier trip to the mainland yielded a brownie and something a little bit more exciting than cigarettes to smoke. He thought he deserved a break.

Of course, he'd had to listen to the guy (who'd been dressed in full lumberjack apparel, complete with ear flaps, for some reason) drone on and on about how cute otters were for the longest time before throwing money at him and leaving with the purchase. The brownie hadn't been any easier to acquire since he'd gotten stopped by some street vendor on the way back who'd waved Miley Cyrus' CD in his face and promised a brownie if he'd give him a soundbyte for some website.

Two minutes, one 'I'm sure she's excellent when on her back', one brownie and one small bag later, he was finally back on the island and seriously wondering if the craziness from Fandom was starting to spread out.

[i told fabulous_secret that i was going to incorporate three things she liked into a post because it's her birthday and ta da! guardianborn made the request for lumberjacks. roof is, as always, open!]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy out on the roof on an evening? Hardly a big surprise. Even actually wandered Alex's way when she came out and realised he was already out here.

"Enjoying your evening?"

She assumed, considering the smell lingering in the air, he might well be. That was one she definitely recognised.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"More than I was enjoying my morning," he said, glancing over at her and hey, even managed a brief, slight smile for her. "You?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Can't really complain," she said, shrugging. Her day hadn't exactly been eventful. Which... well, didn't necessarily make it bad.

"Something wrong with your morning?" she wondered.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he said but didn't elaborate. Something was wrong with his fucking life. "And I've found that people can complain about fucking anything if you put your mind to it. You must be feeling a little tired."

No, that was him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Today's been kind of fucking boringly normal?" See look, she could complain. Just for him.

Not that tired, obviously.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was utterly touched. He was just showing it internally instead of externally.

"You hoping for something better?" he asked, turning towards and leaning a hip against the the wall of the roof. "Or just something less mundane?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'd have liked something more fun than mundane," she answered. But when wouldn't she?

... Well, okay, there were possibly times she did, but they were relatively rare.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"This isn't fun?" he asked, grinning before blowing some smoke away from her like the polite soul he was. "I'm having fun. But hey, you wanna make it more fun for me, I wouldn't hate it. You entertain me, see how it makes me happy and then you're entertained."

That was some amazing logic right there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Having trouble entertaining yourself tonight?"

Effy wasn't just going to entertain him because he said so. Not a pushover, thank you.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that," he pointed out, shaking his head. "I said I could be happier if you ponied up some entertainment. I do know how much you like to entertain me."

Yeah, because she got up every morning to entertain him. Seemed like a noble cause to him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Because that's a way to make my day," she commented dryly, leaning back against the roof edge.

"I'm the one having a dull day. You can fucking entertain me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that right?" he asked, looking amused. "You want some entertainment from me? You haven't even asked nicely. Not sure you deserve any kind of entertainment."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And you did?" Didn't hear a please from him either. Not that she really expected to at this point.

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose was looking for the lumberjack on the roof was looking for fresh air without going down four flights of stairs. The air on the roof was - okay, rarely fresh but not exactly Common Room-y either.

"Celebrating break?" she asked when she saw the source of the non-fresh air.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Something like that," he said, glancing over and half smiling at her. "I haven't had classes since Wednesday. Technically, already celebrated."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Did anything good on with that celebration?" Rose asked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

The opposite actually but he was keeping a lid on that for the time being. "Why, upset you weren't invited?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Rose deadpanned. "You're breaking my heart here."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, anyway I can make that better?" he asked, not even a little bit serious. "Want a bandaid?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Does it have ducks on it?" Rose asked, widening her eyes.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, gazelles, sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Guess that means you'll have to heal yourself. Sure you got it in you. Walk it off."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Good thing I'm sturdy," she decided with a smirk. "Bandaids with gazelles. There's something wrong with you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, you're not the first to say that," he said and took another slow drag. "I've started taking it as a compliment. How's your eye?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"If we weren't talking about your weirdass bandaids, I'd agree," she teased. She shrugged. "Almost gone, totally fine."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said sincerely. "It looks better. You don't look like a raccoon anymore. Though, bruises are hot on some girls."