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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[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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yes, she was a massive hypocrite. Shut up.

"Want me to sign your chest or something?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Actually yeah, why not?" Alex said, hiking up his shirt for her. "Gotta pen?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Course not." You'd have to be prepared for more than smoking and burning things for that. Effy was not.

"Do you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I look like someone who carries a pen with him?" Alex wondered, raising an eyebrow.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"About as much as I do." Which was 'no, not really'.

But she could trace her name on his chest with her finger. That was easy enough. Add a little dramatic swirl from the end of the y.

"Good enough?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I feel so privileged," Alex said, snickering and dropping his shirt. "If you sing again, I might make you sign my ass."

Teasing. It was teasing!

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll get my permanent marker." Also, kidding. Though she did have one, thanks to her recent art project. "Make sure it sticks for you."