Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Morning

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Making coffee wasn't exactly rocket science, but waiting for it to brew was maybe going to kill Caroline.

"Come on, come on, come on!" she ordered impatiently, leaning against the counter in hopes that her stare would make the machine work faster. "If I felt like taking half my day to get coffee, I'd have gone into town and flirted with the barista. Or like, paddled a freaking boat to Colombia to get the beans from Juan Valdez. This is just ridiculous."

She paused, realizing what she was doing. "Oh God, why am I talking to inanimate objects?"

Another pause as the coffee pot groaned in percolation completion. "Aaaand now I'm talking to myself. Great. Fantastic. Now I'll just pour myself some coffee and hope that I can manage to drink enough to shut up." Extra sugar mixed with her caffeine could only help that, right? Whatever, the coffee was good and the sofa was comfortable and it was Sunday and there was nothing better to do.

[Very much open.]

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[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Caroline looked confused. "You say that like I'm not the only one who has issues with this coffee maker. Which, admittedly, is kind of nice because talking to appliances is so not normal." Not that Caroline was all that normal.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't a coffeemaker the last time," Effy clarified, wandering in. "Microwave. But at least crazy has company?" Even if the company was Nathan, and therefore probably not much of a comfort.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline might die if she knew it was Nathan. "Oh, well the microwave would be like really cooking and I don't think I'm up for that today. The coffee will have to sustain me until someone who cooks shows up." Which could take some time considering she already had her blood breakfast.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's a Sunday. We should be nursing hangovers and in no way wanting more than coffee for breakfast."

Having said that, Effy was remarkably not plagued by anything like that this morning. In a relatively good mood and all.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Huh, it's sad I'm not hungover," Caroline remarked, sounding a little disappointed. "And here we are, far from adults who would care. Clearly I've made a poor decision somewhere."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't know many people who wish for the hangover part." Mostly, she wished she was drunk. "Each to their own."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"It's the sign of having had a really good night, right?" Plus if she was all hungover she might also be a little bit human and wouldn't that be lovely?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Usually," she agreed, wandering over to lean against the counter. "So why didn't you? Saturday night, no class to sit through with a killer headache..."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Guess I didn't drink enough," she shrugged. "Sometimes I get dancing and forget about the alcohol part. Maybe tonight I should fix that, seeing as I still don't have class tomorrow."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You should," Effy decided. "S'what they have a bar that doesn't card for, right? And you have to be drunk there, or the zombies are that bit too offputting."