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!]]

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[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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you say so," Alex said, shrugging and looking up at the sky. He didn't think so but he wasn't going to try and convince her of his point of view. "It's semantics."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Probably." They were both stubborn enough that explaining it all wouldn't change the others mind about anything.

"You know me. I like that sort of thing." Anything to validate her point.

A moment or two looking at him and she followed his gaze upwards, not quite able to suppress the urge to hum out a tune (http://www.metrolyrics.com/we-own-the-sky-lyrics-m83.html). Fill the quiet.

It was associative. Could've been more embarrassing.

Just wasn't going to mention it. Or, you know, react at all to the fact she'd started singing the words at the end there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex tilted his head at her while he listened to the humming. When she started singing, he couldn't really suppress the smile that crossed his face.

"Good song," he said after a moment. "Nice voice."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's lips twisted briefly, getting the impression he wasn't just going to let her ignore that little outburst.

"Shouldn't be surprised. You do like when I talk." Singing wasn't exactly a strength. Something about her voice, clearly, that he had a thing about. "Addicted, didn't we figure?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Am I addicted to your voice?" Alex shrugged, not about to give anything like that up. "I dunno, could be. It's kinda nice. I don't mind listening to it but maybe there's something better out there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Calling it that until you come up with that something better," she decided. For now, she felt safe in that assessment.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It can't be an enjoyment?" Alex wondered. "Or an appreciation?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You'd like one of those better?" Appreciation and enjoyment didn't sound so bad. She could live with that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Addiction just makes it sound like I'm curled up in a fetal position when I don't hear your voice," he pointed out. "And that is definitely not true."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure about that," she teased, smiling a little as she leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment. "Bet you're crying on the inside. Every time I leave a room."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, no," he said and made a face. "No. I'm not some desperate idiot, you know. I do have a life outside you as much as that might hurt to realize."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head slightly, before she lifted it again to look over at him. "I know," she assured him, a little amusement still showing in the curl of her lips. "Not really desperate for you to be all over me non-stop either." If she was, that was probably the time to worry. Already felt like she relied on him at times a bit too much.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's sad. You don't want me all over you? What am I even doing here?" he asked, sighing sadly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I did add a 'non-stop'," she pointed out, smirking. "Doesn't mean you have to go all hands off." What they had right now? Worked alright. Any little craving she had to see him was easily sated by, you know, coming to find him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you already want me to not talk so maybe I should just go all the way," Alex joked, shrugging. "If I'm gonna do something, might as well do it right, right?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No, doing that would not be right." There was no way she was going to believe that him keeping his hands off of her met that criteria. "You know it. I know it. Anyone with any sense knows it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That because you like when my hands are all over you?" Alex guessed, smirking smugly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And you don't?"

Yes, yes she did like it. She'd like it even more in a few days, no doubt.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I asked first," Alex said, shaking his head. "You answer."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy paused a moment, then pushed herself up from her seat to wind her way to Alex and lean over him. "You could say that."

Or, in her case, say imply it, and then prove it by coming in close. "Talking's fine, if you've got the time, but I ain't got the time to spare. Do you want to touch?
Do you want to touch?
Do you want to touch me there, where?"

It was Effy's turn to make a face, even if she didn't move away just yet. Not what she'd intended to go with there. The fuck with this day?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex...smirked. He couldn't help it because he hadn't expected her to sing to him and he hadn't expected the singing to come from so up close.

"You wanna microphone?" he teased.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Right. She rolled her eyes and immediately pulled back a little. "Fuck off." At least there hadn't been dancing to go with that.

Didn't really mean it. But now she could see her own irritating smugness mirrored. She didn't approve of it half as much when it came from someone else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, now you're pissed off, huh?" Alex asked, amused and not even caring about showing it. "Shoe's on the other foot, huh? That mean I don't get an autograph?"