Lobby: Tuesday, All Day [ 12/14 ] - StuCo Coffee Bar!

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

It was a sleepy Quinn who got to the lobby and eyed the pastries on the coffee cart across the lobby from the Christmas tree with suspicion. Eventually, she selected an apple danish and prepared to pick at it while she texted back and forth with Brittany. Studying felt lame.

Still, she had to admit the cart looked awesome. There was tons of coffee (and other hot beverages), pastries, and extra pens and paper for anyone who might need one before class. A sign the definitely needed more glitter was hung on the cart, reading: GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS, FROM YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVES.

[OOC: Grab snaaaacks! Or talk to Quinn. Or ... whatever.]

Comments

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, Alex was the president so it was his job to check on this sort of thing, right? Right. Or maybe he was just coming down because he was bored, half asleep and done with his finals.

"You look hard at work," he remarked, heading for the coffee.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Completely," Quinn said, barely glancing up. "I'm trying to figure out if my friend is telling me about real life, or a dream she had. She gets confused."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? What's she telling you that's making it difficult to figure out?" Alex asked, getting himself some coffee and immediately starting in on it. Idly, he picked up a muffin to go with it. Free breakfast was awesome.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"According to Brittany," Quinn said, "the glee club is making an ad where they're all flipping on mattresses and singing Van Halen. In matching pajamas."

She flashed a slight smile. "What do you think? True, or too much ice cream before bed?"

Yes, she'd met monsters the other day, but this was what weirded her out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex actually stopped to think about that one for a minute. On the one hand, it wasn't too strange. On the other, well, Quinn's friend wasn't on the island.

"Sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Can any school be that fun?" Alex asked, mostly rhetorically. "Sounds like a dream to me."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"This is what I'm saying," Quinn nodded, pleased he agreed. "Plus, would a bunch of teenagers jumping around and singing make you want to buy a mattress?"

Not that Quinn was sure what actually made people buy mattresses, but that was besides the point.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Besides, any store I've been in where there are mattress, most of the employees bitch at you like you've just set something on fire if you even touch a mattress."

Well, he'd tried taking naps on them before so maybe he wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Doesn't seem like they'd want kids jumping on them and maybe breaking them."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Right," Quinn agreed, setting her phone aside. "It's a dumb story. Of course, if I tell her how I spent my weekend, she'll think I'm dreaming too. It's a balance."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Were you actually out in whatever that crap was?" Alex asked, a little surprised. He wouldn't have thought Quinn the type.

[icecoldfrost]

"Is this your planning at work, or are you just here to supervise?" Emma asked, swiping a second pastry to nom on while going through another chapter of economics.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"My shift's on Friday," Alex said, shrugging. "I'm just here to partake in the free food, actually."

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh, so mooching off the hard work of your student council representatives, then," she drawled. "Lazy, yet efficient."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, we all decided to do this," Alex said, shrugging. "Besides, I'm a student too. I'm allowed to participate in events like this even if I am the president."

[icecoldfrost]

"Then will you participate by passing me a napkin?" she asked, since her hands were already full with coffee (cup number four, it should be noted), pastry, and study materials. "Please?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex grudgingly reached for a napkin but held onto it for a moment. "How are you even gonna use this thing?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm going to use it to wipe my fingers so my textbook doesn't get all gross," she replied, with a heavily implied 'duh' on the end. "If it's in nice enough condition at the end of the term, I can probably sell it to someone taking the same course, and make enough to buy a pizza or something."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, I get that but you've got your hands full enough that you can't even get a napkin. How are you gonna use it?" Alex asked, amused.

[icecoldfrost]

Food! Food, in the dorms, that Emma did not have to call for delivery and did not smell like peaches. To her, this was a win-win situation, and she was halfway through craming for her econ final when she made her way downstairs in her fuzzy slippers.

"Oh thank the caffeine gods. Coffee."

Someone had priorities.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Courtesy of the student council," Quinn answered, sweeping a glance over Emma. "And I like the slippers."

She wasn't being sarcastic.

[icecoldfrost]

"I like cute things," Emma admitted, looking down at her slippers with a half-smile. "Besides, putting on shoes when I don't have to go to class yet just seemed wrong."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I have a pair that looks like kittens," Quinn revealed. "But I figured if I'm working, I have to wear shoes. Tomorrow might be a jammies all day, day."

[icecoldfrost]

"We've done a couple of all-girls sleepovers before, we ought to throw another one and make it an actual pajama party. Cute prints, fuzzy slippers, and no boys allowed," Emma mused. "It could be fun."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Give people something relaxing before they go see mom and dad?" Quinn asked. "Well, I'd come. I like the way you think."

[icecoldfrost]

"Or just a way to relax that's part of a completely normal teenage existence," Emma quipped. "...or so I've been told."

"Does this mean you'd help me execute my daring plan?" She didn't know Quinn that well, but the girl was on student council and could possibly have resources for making it more a party and less a gathering.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"As long as you aren't talking about anything more daring than getting into the ball pit barefoot, I will," Quinn said,. She was surprised by the invitation, but figured it meant she was moving up the social ladder at long last. "I need boring varieties of being daring right now."