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The Deck [Friday, Afternoon]

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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"When did this become a deal?" he wondered, shaking his head. "I think I offered because I'm a good hearted person who just spreads joy around. There was no deal there. Besides, I've got something else for you right now anyway."

He had a remarkably good memory about certain things.

Well, that made things a little interesting. "It going to spread joy too?" Since apparently he was on that kick today. Sunshiny guy that he was and everything.

"I ever give you something that doesn't spread joy?" he asked, reaching to dig his wallet out of his pocket. Pretty glad what he had was easily stored in his wallet until he ran into her. "Little paranoid, aren't you?"

Effy rolled her eyes, despite knowing that yes, she could be. "Not yet," she said, watching what he was up to. "Always worth checking you're gonna change things up on me."

"You think I'd tell you if I was going to change things up on you?" he asked, flipping through a few things idly before looking back up at her. "What would be the point of that?"

That'd just ruin a potentially good surprise.

"Thought you were trying to be a nice guy," she reminded him, blowing a stream of smoke off to one side. "No warnings. Doesn't sound very nice to me."

"You wouldn't like me when I'm nice," he decided, half serious. A few more flicks through his wallet and he was pulling out two hundred dollars in Monopoly money.

With that done, he dropped his wallet on her stomach (well, she was right there and he wasn't that nice) before handing out the money.

"Making good on my raincheck."

Wallet dropped on her or not, that still got a grin out of her. "Aw, stealing for me now?" she teased. Since she assumed he didn't just happen to have his own Monopoly money just lying around "That's so sweet."

"You would hold it over my head if I didn't pay up," he said, shrugging and resting his chin on one of her knees, going for the infrequent adorable look. "Don't use it all in one place, now. There isn't anymore where that came from."

If she didn't know him, she might actually fall for that, because he could appear very innocent sometimes. Sadly for him, she did know him, and just looked amused.

"I'll put it all safe in my piggy bank." The one that she didn't have. For the moment it was getting tucked into her shirt. There were an impressive number of things you learned to store down your bra when you went clubbing a lot in very few layers. "Wouldn't blow it all on just anything."

Alex watched that movement with a lot of amusement before shaking his head lightly. "I hope no one tries to grope you today. They'll end up with a handful of Monopoly money."

And a cigarette holder and her lighter. All had to go somewhere, and she didn't have any pockets.

"Good job you're the only one doing that lately then," she commented, turning his wallet over just since it was there to fiddle with. "Isn't it?"

"Is it?" Alex asked, moving a hand up and down one of her legs absently. "Why're you asking my opinion? You know the answer."

Effy paused in her fiddling to watch his hand a moment with a slight smile, then looked back up at him. "It is."

"You won't look at me like I'm mad," she said, at least half kidding. There were more important reasons, and most of the time, she didn't really care much what people thought, or how they looked at her.

"No reason for me to look at you like you're mad," he replied, keeping that movement of his hand fairly steady. Sure, he'd probably look at her like she was pissing him the fuck off or something of the like at some point but madness was a little different especially since he'd seen things like that before.

"So no, I won't look at you like you're mad," he assured her easily. "I make no promises on all these other emotions. You've pissed me off before."

"Don't find that hard." He wasn't the only one who knew exactly what buttons to push for that sort of thing, and occasionally they got nudged by accident. "Sure it'll happen again. I know how to be annoying."

"You do. And I think you're proud of that," he said and snickered. Hey, he was proud of his ability to annoy. It kind of went both ways in that realm of things.

"You planning on looking at me like I'm a giant fuck up?" he asked offhandedly though his eyes were still on his fingers and her leg.

"Doesn't get a place on my 'to do' list." Partly because she wasn't organised enough to actually have one, and partly because just like he'd seen madness, she'd seen fuck ups. Enough not to judge.

A moment later she reached out, just to draw two fingers lightly down that hand with a light touch. "And wont," she added.

"I think I'd like to see a copy of that to do list," he said lightly, letting out a quiet laugh and looking back at her. "Anything good on that list for tonight?"

"Bit of a continuation from today," she answered. So, drinking and relaxing. Not so bad. It was working out for her so far. "Allowed to join in if you want." So generous, Effy was.

"I could get with that." It wasn't like he had anything on his own nonexistent to do list. "Think you could deal with my company some more?"

Effy's lips twitched as she pretended to consider that oh so difficult question. "Only one way to find out."

And she was nice enough to scoot a little to one side. Not a huge lounger, but she could still share, and it was better than leaving him perched on the end there. "Just don't block my sun," she said, smirking.

"Might be doing you a favor if I did," he replied, sliding into that newly vacated space and settling comfortably, one arm behind his head and the other across his stomach. "Keep you all pasty and pathetic."

He smiled to temper that, though. "Don't worry, I won't stop you from getting a little less pale."

"Doubt it'll do much," she said, stretching comfortably. Picked up enough colour on Spring Break that was still lingering that a little spring sunshine wasn't going to touch it. "Gonna have to keep enjoying that whole English Rose thing." Really she only fitted that stereotype by being pale, but still.

"I guess I can deal with that," he said, sighing and trying to sound incredibly put upon. Still, a smile lingered as he said, "Still find you really fucking hot. Guess I'm just easy."

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