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]

"Stuff's any fucking good, I'll get the benefit just being near you." Anyway, hers could be as special... if she could really be bothered to make her way down three flights of stairs.

Which she couldn't.

"That making you sleepy?"

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"See, one benefit of finding me up here," he pointed out, grinning. "And no, it's not. I haven't slept much this week anyway. Exhaustion's really not getting me to now. Pretty used to it."

Didn't mean he liked it or anything. Sleep tended to be nice. "And I've got some more if you want one. I was just waiting for you to ask."

Because that would happen.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy considered her own cigarettes, tapped the top a couple of times, and shoved it back in her pocket. What he was offering was far more interesting. "Pretty please?" It would almost be asking nicely, if she'd taken out the smirk.

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"See, now I wonder," he said before digging into his pocket for the bag and tossing it at her, "if you'd gone that far for anyone but me."

His ego liked to think no.

"Because I didn't even think I'd get that," he continued, laughing. "Be something for me to treasure and not dream about when I don't sleep tonight. After I get back from the strip club."

Yeah, he wasn't going to any club.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, after you fall asleep on a stripper?" Because aw, sleepy!

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"Have you been listening to me?" Alex wondered, leaning a little more heavily against the roof's edge now. "I told you I wasn't tired. And I wouldn't fall asleep on a stripper. Girl takes their clothes off in front of me, the last thing I'm going to do is fall asleep."

God, he hoped. He really needed to get some sleep so that didn't happen accidentally.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Also said you'd barely slept for a week," Effy reminded him, as she fiddled with the bag, pulling out what she needed.

"Makes me think you're lying."

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"Then, you'd be fucking wrong," he said, shrugging lazily. "Because I'm not lying so you're just pulling that statement out of your ass."

He did have the presence of mind to dig out his lighter even if he knew she had one before holding it out to her.

"Better things to do than sleep," he said and then hastily added, "and entertain you. Still haven't seen the positive in that for me yet."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What'd you want in return?" Might as well ask, she could always say no.

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"Just trying to make me do all the work, aren't you?" he asked, snickering quietly before shaking his head. "Must trust my judgment or something. Envy my creativity when it comes to entertainment."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah," she said, tone tinged with sarcasm, pausing to light up. "Without your inspiration, I got nothing."

And it was fun to poke him into doing this sort of thing. Entertainment in itself.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Empty existence," he agreed with a nod. "Besides, don't you owe me some entertainment anyway? I thought we'd made that deal awhile ago?"

Or was it him that owed her? He couldn't keep track. They tended to make a lot of deals these days.

"I don't know what I want from you," he continued, looking over at her. "Could get it all at the strip club."

Except no, he couldn't, not really. But if she could poke him, he could poke back.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm the one with that IOU stuck to my wall," she reminded him, smirking. She'd forgotten about that. Handy that he'd gone and reminded her.

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"But you don't know what you want," he pointed out. "Hardly ever seem to know what you want. I don't think you'll really ever use that. You're indecisive."

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"I like a surprise," she countered. "Also promised me shadow puppets." All coming back to her now.

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"Indecisive," he insisted, shaking his head. "You promised me a school uniform. Haven't seen that either. I'm not the only one with outstanding promises."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Never asked for it at the right time." As in, since she'd been back from home.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you haven't called in your IOU or asked for shadow puppets," he replied, shrugging one shoulder. "Besides, I like a surprise too. I shouldn't have to ask for it. I want you to keep me from going to the strip club."

He figured that'd be way too vague for her but it was a good start, at least.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That your really fucking backwards way of asking?" It sounded like it to her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Asking what?" he replied, playing innocent just to see what she'd say. "What am I asking?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"For the uniform," she clarified. "Or are you that confused you couldn't appreciate it right tonight?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not confused," he protested, shaking his head. "I'd appreciate it fine on any given day. I asked you to provide some entertainment that would keep me from going to the strip club. Maybe I wanna save that promise. Bring it with you on this trip the school's taking us on. Give me something to look forward to."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she was assuming that meant yes, he was a little too tired to appreciate it. "... I'll bring it along." But there was that.

"Anyway. Never fucked off for a strip club when you've with me before." Thought that was a pretty good indication, if ever there was one.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Maybe he was a little too tired for that. Maybe. That was one of those 'let me be awake and clear headed' activities. But hey, he'd gotten to say she was bringing it along. Score for him.

"Things can change," he said easily, shrugging and looking up at the sky. "Make it sound like your presence alone is enough to keep me from going anywhere."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Record shows." Good enough as proof to her. Only stalked off when they had an argument, and usually, they worked something out before it came to that.