Roof [Friday Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

The fact it was getting a little dark out up here wasn't the sort of things to deter Effy. She liked it, actually. It was comfortable, and besides, the roof was beginning to feel like an extension of her room, the amount of time she managed to spend up here doing absolutely fuck all. It was still warm, it felt like it was building up into some kind of storm, and damn she wanted to watch.

For once, she wasn't up here brooding, smoking, drinking or any of those other self-destructive habits she had and loved so much. Just leaning back and watching the sky to see where it would go.

[[It's a roof, and totally open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She could shut up, and did. Was very good at it, in fact. But that wouldn't take the irrepressible smirk off her face, and that might've been almost worse.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, fine then. Alex knew how to solve that and it was only something he'd do when he was drunk and unfocused. He put a hand over his eyes so he couldn't see that smirk.

Which...solved nothing but he was working with less than half a brain and didn't much care.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

But unfortunately, not enough hands to cover his ears and mute her laugh. It wasn't entirely sticking to the 'shut up' stipulation, but she didn't really care.

At least she wasn't talking, squeezing his hand again just as a reminder and lean in against him. Just because he covered his eyes, didn't mean she wasn't still there being smug right in front of him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're an ass," Alex said though he didn't sound at all serious. "Why should I stay up here with someone's that's gonna laugh at me?"

Notice how he wasn't leaving and he was kind of leaning into her and still sounded more amused than serious.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You're an ass too." Which made it all the more appropriate that he was up here with her, and not looking like he was going anywhere fast.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not." Of course he was and he prided himself on it. "Besides, my fumble was just with your hand. You fumbled with my pants."

Which made his fumble less...something.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Annnd, pants were a lot easier to get off, than it was to reach up and hold someone's hand? Nope.

"Not helping your claim there." Not in her opinion, anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm fucking drunk," he tried, frowning at her. "You're an ass."

Back to that good, ole insult.

"And not really persuading me to stay up here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At least he'd decided to admit he was drunk, right? Progress on one front there.

"You... need persuading?" Wasn't getting that vibe from him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex would gladly admit he'd been lying earlier if it meant the fumbling got passed off as a drunken misstep. Unlikely, he knew, but even Alex could be hopeful at times.

"Yes," he answered even if he was reaching for her other hand, lacing those fingers with his and making no move to go anywhere. "Persuade me to stay."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Big reason you should stay?" Effy said, squeezing each hand in turn (not actually trying to remind him of his fumble this time). "I want you to." Leaned a little closer for that second part. He liked her honesty, and drunk or not he'd probably appreciate it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, that was going right for the knockout punch, wasn't it? He hadn't actually expected simple, straight honesty and, for a moment, he just blinked at her, expression quiet.

"You didn't mess around today," he said and took advantage of that lean to try and snag another kiss from her. Uncoordinated or not, he didn't miss when he wanted to kiss someone.

Unless he was really damn drunk. Which he wasn't.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think you're staying," she muttered against his lips. Didn't really need to ask, considering the response. Success for her direct tactic right there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I think I'm probably staying," Alex said, nodding and closing his eyes. "Gonna keep me entertained?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Always do." And if she didn't, she wasn't sure why he stuck around. Assumed he'd have fucked off long ago if she was that boring.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That mean I should just lean back and wait for the entertainment?" he asked, teasing. "Or are you out of ideas?"