The Deck [Friday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was that time of year again. One of Effy's favourites, in fact. Who didn't love a cultural excuse to sit in the dark, set shit alight and just sit and watch it burn? Not having fireworks wasn't too big a deal, really. Could still come out and play with flames. That was better than nothing.

So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.

... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.

[[Open, as these things are!]]

Comments

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced over her shoulder, curling a little smile. "Only little things."

"Trying to be a good girl." Small scale pyrotechnics this year.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Did you really just say you were trying to be good?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's scary."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Why?" She could be good. Maybe.

... The mostly sarcastic thought was there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever wanted to be good?" Alex wondered curiously. "Why start now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "It's a nice night," she noted, ignoring him for a moment to watch the sparks flying off the fire. "Maybe it inspired me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Wow, I feel like I don't even know you anymore," Alex said, half serious. "You've changed so much."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm just not burning the dorms down," she pointed out. "On the scale of good--" Effy indicated a level around a foot off the ground.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I believe that when I see it," he joked, flopping down in one of the seats and sighing. "I remembered what day it was. Proud of me?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Very. Must've stuck it in there good." Or she was an awesome educator when it came to this particular tradition. Pretending the latter.

"Come out here to celebrate with me?" What Effy was doing possibly didn't really count as celebration, it was a little too dissociated from cheer for that. But she was out here... honoring the holiday.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I came out to see you," Alex said, shrugging lazily. "I don't know if what I'm doing counts as celebrating. I'm more of an observer. You're better at this holiday than I am."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

There wasn't really much to it. But what there was, she liked. "Full of the flattery tonight." Between the easy admission he came out here to see her, and telling her she was good at this.

Pretty impressive for Alex.

"In a good mood or something?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex shrugged. Halfway decent mood yeah but he wouldn't call it good. And he would have gladly told her that if he hadn't done something far more embarrassing before that.

"I've been to Egypt, I've been to Rome
I was a young man when I left my home
Looking for something I couldn't find
Now I'm back where I started, it was here all the time."

Alex groaned and thumped his head back against the seat of the chair.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well. That little performance certainly brought her mood around, a little grin spreading. "Wow."

At least it wasn't just her today. There was no way he was singing willingly.

"Wasn't actually asking for a serenade." And she would not forget it. She'd be endlessly amused until her own luck ran out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You shut the fuck up," Alex said, rubbing his eyes and wondering if he could crawl into a hole and die. "I hate this stupid island."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Could be worse." It had been worse. Singing was fairly sweet and benign, really.

"Are making me wish I had something to record you on." Pity her phone wasn't quite that exciting.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You are really asking for me to not say another word to you," Alex threatened, making a face. "And I'm not afraid to do that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I know." But she was still smirking. Could he really blame her for that? "Seem to remember encouraging it." Not for quite the same reasons. But still.

"Don't think today's the day, though." Since he was talking to her and all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe not but I still don't have to talk to you," Alex said, making a face. "And don't get all high and mighty either. If I'm singing, who's to say you aren't?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think I got all my urges out earlier." Or, so she hoped.

"What are you going to do if you're not going to talk to me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Watch you." And hope against hope that she actually sang something. "I've done it before. Not a bad gig."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"When do you watch me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're looking for specific examples?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "What for? You need an ego boost that badly?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just haven't noticed," she said, shaking her head. "That's all."

"Call it curiosity."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You haven't noticed when I watch you?" Alex asked, sounding a little surprised. "What the fuck do you think I do when we're together? I don't look at the walls."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged, using the toe of her boot to pull a stick on the ground closer so she could pick it up and poke at the flames.

"Difference between looking at someone when you're with them, and watching them." It was a very subjective difference.