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Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening | 6/27/2010

Hayley had been bored. So incredibly bored. While she was a little worried about not having a job or a class to TA, she wasn't concentrating on that right now.

Right now she was laying on a common room couch, watching a movie that was utterly horrifying her.

It was supposedly about Elvis. But Elvis was definitely not like she remembered him.

She couldn't even eat any of the popcorn she made. She was that horrified.

[ooc: Hayley's last open CR, woe. Open post!]

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Didi padded in, already in jammies and slippers. It was hot; she'd needed a shower after visiting Jono at the library, and real clothes had seemed like effort.

"Hayley," she said with pleasure. It had been a while. "Hi! What are you watching? Want company?"

"Yes, please," Hayley said, sitting up a bit so she wasn't taking the whole couch. "It's some movie where Elvis is an old guy and I'm scared because Elvis isn't supposed to be an old guy."

"He never got all that old," Didi said, squinting at the screen. "You like his music?"

"I saw him live," Hayley said. "Back in his prime. Which I guess is when I come from. It still weirds me out to think that he's not always... like he was."

"What was that like?" Didi asked. "The concert, I mean. I never got to see him sing except on film."

"You know that feeling you get?" Hayley said. "When you're just struck with... every part of your body just goes numb then starts to tingle like it's never been alive before? That's how it felt. That was seein' Elvis."

"Like sex?" Didi suggested, and made it sound almost innocent.

"Like love," Hayley said. "Which is a lot better than sex, any day." She sighed happily. "Even when it ain't good for you."

"I think love's usually good for you," Didi countered. "Just -- sometimes makes you do things that aren't good for other people."

"Like hitting people with crowbars," Hayley said, completely casual. It wasn't a flippant remark, just something she'd learned to accept about herself.

"Though it sounds like someone might have been getting friendly with her boyfriend, huh?"

The last time Karla had been in this common room, pizzas had appeared as if by magic. Where magic could be defined as 'Warren and Bobby,' but still, she couldn't be blamed for stopping by every so often to check this were a regular thing. Seeing Hayley, however, made up for the lack of pizzas.

"Kiss kiss," she said, heading inside. And then stopped to look at the teevee. "I know that male!" she said, pointing to the screen. "That's King Bubba! I met him at Sookie's house last week!"

[I am dashing, but HAAAAAD to do this. SP?]

Hayley just sort of stared for a second at Karla. "You mean... you met Elvis last week?"

She was dumbstruck. And jealous. And all sorts of things that all ran through her head leaving her almost dizzy.

[ooc: SP always is good with me!]

"Not friendly enough that I'd hit somebody with a crowbar for him," Didi deflected. "You know Jono?"

Hayley nodded. "He must be pretty hard to kiss, right?" she said. "But he always did seem all... tall, dark, and handsome."

"Like Elvis?" Didi teased. Time had softened her; she wasn't jealous about other girls and Jono as much as she had been in the fall.

"Yeah, except he doesn't move his hips as much," Hayley said. "He actually kinda reminds me of Roy. Erm, not the Roy here, I mean. But my old boyfriend. The same kind of... swagger, you know?"

Karla nodded as if that were the most normal thing in the world. "Yes. Though he liked being called Bubba better." She made a face. "He was...kind of weird."

Like eating cats weird.

Hayley shook her head, better able to believe that it was just someone else that looked like Elvis.

"No way it was the same guy," Hayley said. "He's definitely not weird. And definitely not wanting to go by Bubba."

"No, no, it was," Karla said. "Everyone recognized him. I thought Sookie was gonna melt when he did this little lip curl thing. And his voice sounded just like the recording in Hounddog. That's the stuffed animal Dinah got for me from Graceland."

It had been a fairly Elvis-intense summer for a girl who had no idea who he was.

"Yeah?" Didi asked. "What else was Roy like? Besides swaggery. Was he English?""

Hayley shook her head. "No, Gotham born and raised. He had a leather jacket and a motorcycle, and he could make you get all warm inside just with a look."

Hayley actually started crying a little. "Everyone got to meet Elvis but me?" she said, the jealousy taking over for a bit. "How come I wasn't invited?"

"I love the leather jacket," Didi confided. "They make any guy look that much better."

Karla had honestly not expected this kind of reaction and felt terribly guilty for having caused it. "Not everyone!" she protested. Helpfully.

"Just a few! Not even Dinah, and she visited his house!"

Still not helping, Karla.

"In Sookie's world, he's a vampire?"

"They're great, right?" Hayley said. "And not just on guys, either."

Hayley flopped over on the couch again. "Pity I'll never actually see Roy again."

That was actually a surefire way to get Hayley to snap out of it.

"...He's a what now?"

Her mood had gone from one extreme to another, this time confusion.

"As far as I can tell--and, remember, you're hearing this is third-hand from someone who doesn't really know much about King Bubba anyway--he very nearly died one night," Karla said, trying to recall what Sookie had said. "The coroner on duty was a vampire and sensed some fading spark of life. So he also made King Bubba a vampire, but due to him being mostly-dead for awhile and all of the drugs and things in his system, he came back...weird."

Sorry, Hayley. It was doubtful Elvis would ever be known as anything but 'King Bubba' to her,

"What happened to him?" Didi asked.

"Oh, he's under the care of the GCPD Comissioner," Hayley said. "Probably getting trained to be a great cop some day. I just ain't ever gonna see him, since I'm never going back to Gotham, you know?"

"That's one of the most awful things I ever heard," Hayley said, sighing a bit. "I don't want to think of him all... drugged up and weird and sucking blood."

Now, if it was young Elvis in his prime that was a vampire, she'd be singing a completely different tune.

At the last possible second before the words left her lips, Karla realized adding, "And eating cats," would probably not be helpful in this situation. Instead she made a kind of odd, strangling noise that she tried to pass off as a cough.

"Tell me about your King?" she asked instead. "Since I only know this one?"

"My king," Hayley said, actually giggling lightly. "Well, he was so much younger, and thinner. But... I guess he still sang the same. He could drive you crazy the way he was able to shake those hips. But that voice, oh that voice. That's what drove me wild."

"That's what they called him, after," Karla said. "The King. Wasn't he one?"

"Not like, for real," Hayley explained, gesturing sagely. "They called him the King because he was the best rock and roll singer of all time. Or, well, at least at that time, not that I've ever really heard any one better. I don't know who came up with it or even why, but it sure fit him. I woulda been his queen any day."

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