The Roof [Thursday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

While everyone else might be down at the beach, getting their party on, Effy was making the most slightly emptier than usual dorms, by taking herself to the usually even emptier roof. Parties on this island were rarely Effy's style, and she didn't know this girl anyway...

It had been a while, since they'd been out at the cabins all this time and it being so fucking hot, since she'd spent any real time up here, and she actually kinda missed it. Something about the freedom of a view like this, maybe? The feel of sitting right on that edge. Something.

So now the evening was cooling things a little, she was sitting on the edge of the roof, hugging her knees as she smoked and looked out across the island. Spent a lot of time thinking (too much, probably), and this gave her just a little more of that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

After finding out that Griff wasn't dead, Alex felt comfortable enough leaving him to his own devices in the room. He could limp his way to the pisser if he needed it.

Alex needed a break. And it was just his good luck (and he actually meant that) to see someone familiar on the roof where he decided to take his break.

"Are you that bored that you've resorted to brooding? That's my schick."

[Maaaaaybe some SP but I'll prolly be bored at work omg]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Who said I'm brooding?" Effy asked, not bothering to turn since she knew that voice pretty fucking well. Enough to think he probably wouldn't be offended by a little thing like that.

"Calling it contemptation, actually."

It was probably brooding. Shut up.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's brooding," Alex said confidently, reaching into his pocket for his own cigarettes. "What's got you in a brood? Life getting you down? Need a hug?"

Yeah, that was sarcasm. Heavy sarcasm.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not if you don't have the sunshine and puppies to go with that offer." Because they went hand in hand, of course.... And she assumed he didn't.

Still not admitting to brooding, no.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, fuck it all, I left them in my other pants," he said, wandering over to lean against the roof's edge beside her. Even if she wasn't admitting to the brooding, he was pretty sure that's what was happening right now. "Guess you're gonna have to make do with my sparkling wit and fantastic company."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Guess so," Effy agreed, thinking that was the better option anyway and quirking a hint of a smile at him. "Shit."

"How's your roommate?" Heard enough of radio to figure out something rough went on there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Someone used him as a pincushion," Alex said, trying to sound indifferent about it. "Someone stabbed him. He's fine. I got to pick his pale ass up from the clinic yesterday because he was a limping twit."

Alex finally lit his cigarette and took a long drag, calming considerably. "He'll be fine. He's stupid."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And you care nothing about someone trying to skewer your friend, right?"

... Riiiight. Much as that was the sort of hardass image he'd like to project, it wasn't all that believable.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope," he lied, shrugging. "He did it to himself. What the fuck should I care for? Not like I can do anything about it. Caring's for fucking losers."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure he didn't go out and make someone stab him," Effy commented, idly flicking some ash off her cigarette. "Just like I'm sure you give a shit." Why he bothered lying to her these days, she wasn't really sure.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"He's an idiot and I don't give a shit about him," Alex said dryly, scowling at her. "Quit trying to act like I have a heart. It's not there. That part of me got crushed fucking years ago."

He was just lying left and right tonight.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, clearly not taking that. "And you went to pick him up out of what? Obligation?" Unlikely. "Boredom?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"The doctor called me and I wasn't doing anything else," Alex said, shrugging. "Figured it could be my good deed of the day. Maybe I'd get lucky later if I did something good beforehand. Karma."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Won the lottery yet?" she asked, and blew a careful smoke ring, just because she could. "Or, still waiting on your good shit to happen?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Can't win if I don't play," Alex replied, shrugging. "And I didn't have sex either. So, still waiting. Sure it'll come along eventually. Suggestions on how I can speed that up? I'd love to not feel like shit every so often."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I not doing good enough as is?" If yes, this was the first complaint she'd heard. He was probably making the question a little more general, but-- "Gonna hurt my delicate feelings."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"When did your feelings become delicate?" he asked, slanting a look at her. "You go soft when I wasn't looking?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe should have used the word 'insulted' in there." Her feelings weren't really delicate. Not in that realm, anyway. But she wasn't letting him get away with saying she didn't make him feel good from time to time.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, Alex liked being a hardass. This was probably one of the times. He was a moody son of a bitch at the best of times and he was slightly cranky today anyway.

"You're feeling insulted because of me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What for? Delicate feelings, indeed."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No," she assured him, shaking her head with a roll of her eyes. "Confident enough in my abilities not to actually need validation from you." If she was another girl, maybe she would be. But she wasn't.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She definitely wasn't.

"Yeah, because validation from me's such a shitty thing," he said flippantly, shrugging. "Sorry to even make the suggestion. Of course, you think you're better than that. Silly me."

Alex glanced over at her again, not saying anything for a moment. "If you don't need my input, what the fuck's insulted got anything to do with this?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sarcasm, Alex. I use it." A lot. But when he was cranky anyway he took it rather more seriously than he probably should.

With that she stunned out her current cigarette, and dipping into her shirt for the case toxins another. More interesting this time. Tonight clearly needed it. "Sit," she told him. "Relax."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm relaxed," Alex protested but he did sit, hopping up onto the roof's ledge, one leg on either side of the ledge. It wouldn't be as tempting to fake jumping if he had one leg near the ground.

"I know what sarcasm it," he added, rolling his eyes. "I don't need a lecture. I'm plenty educated and I didn't even sleep with my teachers to get like that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the massive five word lecture. Effy decided to let that go in favour of lighting up her spliff. Not in the mood to get too far into some stupid argument tonight.

"Well that's a boring way to get your grades," she noted with a slight smirk. Not that she'd done anything like that either. Both smart enough to get by without any of that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You think that's boring?" Alex asked, looking dubious. "You went soft and turned into a nerd when I wasn't looking. I don't even know who you are anymore."

[Hahaha, at least it wasn't anal?]