The Deck [Friday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Close enough to spring and being almost warm, that enjoying being outside didn't seem as crazy as it might've done just a week or two ago. Something Effy was going to take advantage of since she didn't have classes, or anything much else to be doing today. So she was stretched out on one of those loungers, just her and her cigarette and a water bottle, lazily enjoying the peace of the afternoon. If she was back home there'd probably be endless grey as she looked up, seeing the crystal blue was... nice. She'd admit that.

Considering how much last weekend had knocked her off, and how comparatively relaxed she was feeling today you could probably bet good money that whatever was in that water bottle was not water.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna get burned," Alex said as he'd been about to pass by. Instead, he found himself stopping and peered at her. "Do I need to go get you some SPF 500?"

[I'm stuck at work late so you get me again. DON'T COMPLAIN. ;)]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced up with her eyes narrowed against the sun. "What kind of pathetic pasty freak do you think I am?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"A good looking pathetic pasty freak," he answered, smirking. "I was just trying to be helpful. Give back and all. It's my new leaf."

It was not.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Managed a week in the Bahamas without turning into a crisp," Effy pointed out.

Mostly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You might've been wearing sunscreen for all I know," he said, climbing into the deck and taking a chair opposite her. "Besides, I remember seeing you with some sun on your face."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think you're imagining things," she said, even if her look of amusement betrayed the lie. Only been a little bit burnt. Tiny little bit.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I am," he said, tucking both hands behind his head and closing his eyes against the sun. "You look like you're having a decent day, at least."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nothing come along to make it crappy yet," she said, keeping her eyes on him for the moment. "Are kind of fucking up my peace and quiet, though." Not that she really seemed to mind the disruption all that much.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Tell me to take a hike, then," he replied, shrugging. "Maybe I'll even listen to you. Wasn't planning on crapping on your day, though. I've gotta be in a shit mood to do that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Guess I should be glad you're all perky and shit," Effy commented, stretching out on the lounger. "Busy weekend planned?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex thought about that for a moment before shaking his head. "One, I'm not perky and shit." Ew. Ew. "Two, not as of right now. Who knows, right? I can make things happen at the drop of a hat. You?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. Which meant no. Plans were for people that weren't her. "Prefer to call it peppy?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not in that good a mood," he said and rolled his eyes. "I can be in a semi decent mood and not be some stupidly happy moron."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Be a little disturbed if you went that way." She'd have to think he was a pod person or something. "First sign of the apocalypse."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm touched that your that concerned about my emotional well being," he teased, shaking his head. "I feel special."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"... Yeah, 's already creepy." She was at least mostly kidding. If she'd thought there wasn't a large dose of sarcasm in his words, it might've been closer to the truth from her side.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, you're not concerned or I'm not special?" he asked, cracking open an eye to glance at her. "Trying to hurt my feelings over here?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Your feelings are fine," she deduced. So no, she wasn't concerned and yes, he was special but hell if she was saying so.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What makes you so sure?" Alex asked, closing his eyes again and smiling. "You an expert on me now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think I know enough." Probably more than most people. "Pretty good at reading people. Including you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" he asked, opening his eyes back up so he could see her. True, she probably did know enough and she'd probably guessed at a lot he hadn't told her. Still, he could play skeptical just to try and bait her. "So, prove it. Read me and my current mental health and well being."

Now, he was curious. A semi decent mood today didn't do much in the grand scheme of things for his outlook on life. He was kind of curious as to what she was seeing now, what with all that confidence.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"People always say they're fine when they're not," Effy noted, picking a cigarette from her pack.

"So I call overstatement on 'semi-decent'."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Overstatement?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow at that proclamation. "So, you're thinking I'm actually feeling worse than semi decent all because I said I was fine? That's a lot to base off one four letter word."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged, pausing to light her cigarette. "You asked." Never suggested he'd approve the answer.

"Rather I kept calling you chipper?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm surprised you call that reading someone," he explained, shaking his head and going back to letting the sun warm his face. "It sounds like guessing to me. Not very good proof of your skills."