Roof [Saturday, Early Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

For kind of a slow week, tonight could actually be quite interesting, if she decided to make it that way.

Halloween had never really been a big thing for her. That was England for you. Anyway, Effy was pretty much guaranteed to be dressed up in black as it was. What she was wearing? Not a costume in the slightest.

For now, she was leaning back against the edge of the roof, smoking and considering where to spend the best part of her night. Had to be something decent going on out there. Something that wasn't begging for candy like a five year-old. Maybe on the mainland... Well, she'd work on that in a minute.

[[Effy is (as usual) antisocial, but the roof is totally open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

If you were Effy, yeah, it did, and her lips turned in a bit of a smile. She wasn't exactly shocked he could grill cheese on bread, but it was still the truth. Alex could just be unexpected in a few other ways.

"Can prove that to me later," she told him. "... Think anyone goes for Halloween fireworks?" Because that would brighten things up.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Here?" He shrugged. "Not typically a part of Halloween unless you get a bunch of drunken revelers in one place and there's fireworks handy. Americans tend to use fireworks on the Fourth and dippy anniversary celebrations. Probably shit out of luck if you want those tonight."

Though, he couldn't argue with fireworks making the night a little brighter.

"But, here, I've got this."

He dug his phone out of his pocket and fiddled with it for a few moments before getting the light on and waving it in the air. "Just as good, right?"

Yeah, he knew it wasn't but he was trying!

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy breathed a laugh. "Yeah, feel like I'm at a rave."

Or not. But the trying was appreciated.

"Few days before fireworks night, we got them going off just because they were there." When things were cheap and available, people tended to use them.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He snickered at that obvious lie and dropped his phone next to him, letting it turn off on its own.

"They're a little more restricted here," he said, slouching down against the wall and letting go of a long breath. "You can't get them that easily for the most part. We just find other ways to entertain ourselves."

Some entertainment worked better than others.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Fucking America and its weird rules. Effy rolled her eyes.

"Still say you're missing out." But she would. Liked her entertainment with a few added sparks, if at all possible.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then, show me what I'm missing out on," he said, sliding down a little further until he was flat on his back with an arm tucked under his head and a better view of the sky. "I showed you Homecoming, it's your turn to show me something."

Not quite the equal tradeoff but details.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Details that Effy could overlook for now.

"Thursday," she said simply, looking down at him. "Bonfire Night 101, if you want it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, he'd promised grilled cheese too. That was pretty...lame but not everyone got promised grilled cheese.

"I can do that," he said after a moment. Maybe he'd even see if he could drag his errant roommate with him. Griff needed to stop being a nerd. Come down here. I'll entertain you with shadow puppets and a story."

It was all he had, really. He was completely off his game tonight but he could try and entertain for awhile.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"More midgets and stamps?" she asked with a grin as she slid lower. Be curious how he would shadow puppet that out, to be honest.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Please, I don't repeat myself," he said even if he had no freaking clue on what he'd do. "Just get comfortable and I'll make your decision to stick around a good one."

Or his request of her to stick around a good one. With shadow puppets and a story. Yeah.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Entertained her well enough the last time, even lacking the excitement of a night out or some of their other forms of entertainment.

"Go on then," she said, stretching out beside him to get comfortable and resting her arms over her stomach. "Let's see what you've got."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't have much but, after a few moments of silence, his mind pulled together a story about a killer butterfly and his quest to take over the entire world (look, he didn't know that many actual shadow puppets).

"Wanna hear the one about the killer butterfly?" he asked, unable not to smirk at the absurdity. "Might take some time. It's an epic."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Building up an interesting image of what went on in his mind when he came up with these things, and she couldn't quite repress a smile of her own.

"Think I've got time." Not like she was at all lacking in that tonight. Not now she'd sacrificed going out. "I can take an epic."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"All right, then."

Once the idea started forming, Alex really didn't have any trouble getting rolling on his story and his shadow puppets about a killer butterfly named Ramone.

It was an epic but it's a totes handwaved epic as omg I've got no killer butterfly stories in me and it was going to take awhile.

Good thing she'd gotten comfortable, right? Right.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Right. Comfy as you could get lying on a hard roof, anyway. For now, she could deal with that. Long as his epic was done by the time she started to lose feeling.

It was kind of impressive that he could come up with that length of spiel about one killer butterfly. Epic it really was.