fandomhighdorms | Reserves: First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday After Classes

"Heya, guys!" Today's Reserves meeting was being held indoors again, down in the rec room of the dorms for anybody interested in gathering. Zack, of course, was doing his usual grin-and-bounce combo, which was possibly being fuelled by the really, really big mocha that he was clinging to like a lifeline. Run. "We're going to be taking it a little easy this week, at least physically, but that doesn't mean that you guys can doze off or anything! Where would the fun be in that, anyhow?"

This, from the boy who did squats as a hobby.

Maladicta shot him an amused look, shaking her head. Someone needed to learn to handle their coffee better. "While this is only a moving picture, we hope the action and ridiculous, not to mention unnecessary explosions, will help you learn something about handling yourself on... a beach? What are we watching now?"

"Uh." Kennedy was scowling at the cover of the DVD case. "Okay, who rented this? Because I'm pretty sure we didn't decide on... Let's Hope There's a Heaven? Seriously?"

...she'd rented the DVD. And she'd been pretty sure it wasn't this one at the time.

"Oh, the hell with it. Hope you guys brought popcorn. You can, like... practice your throwing arm or something if you really have to."

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"I'll just have to suffer through the dance, then," Tara mock-sighed.

In truth, she still thougth she got the better end of the deal.

"Suffer?" Kennedy wasn't doing a great job of pretending to be affronted. It would have worked better if she hadn't been trying to nuzzle into Tara's hair, but asking her to stop doing that would be unreasonable. "I'm gonna have to work ahrd to make it worth your while, then."

"You're going to ruin the tough-girl cred if you keep doing that," Tara murmured affectionately, re: the nuzzling. "And I'll work hard to be impressed."

"It's you. I'm allowed," Kennedy insisted; she didn't think Tara was fooled for a second by the tough-girl thing any more, and she didn't care if anyone else saw through it at the moment. "For reasons that have nothing to do with this godawful movie."

"Like you secretly being an enormous softy who probably likes movines like this?"

Oh, Tara. That's going too far.

"Oh, hey," Kennedy objected, pouting at her. (That did nothing to discount the 'enormous softy' allegation, Kennedy.) "I totally have better taste in movies than this."

...that did nothing to discount the 'enormous softy' allegation either. But she wasn't trying to.

"Of course that's what you'd say."

The truth was, though, Tara knew perfectly well that sappy footage of bad actors walking on beaches wasn't Kennedy's style.

"Of course it is." Kennedy... went right back to that nuzzling thing. "But you love me anyway, right?"

She was really irreparably ruining her tough-girl cred here. She still didn't care.

"Like I could ever stop."

The narrative wants to say something cynical here about how many 17-year-olds feel that way and how few are in touch with the loves of their lives a decade later. But, really, the narrative can't be that mean.

As for Tara ... she was just going to melt into goo if Kennedy kept nuzzling her hair like that.

"So don't," Kennedy decided, as if it was that simple. She'd made up her mind it was, so... that should be that, right? "'cause I wasn't gonna, either."

It's not like most 17-year-olds listen to older narrative anyway, even if it knows better.

As much as she was enjoying this, they were both going to melt into goo. Probably really soon.

"Perfect," Tara said, and it was. Reluctantly, she pulled loose.

"And ... I should let you do leader stuff, huh? or at least throw more popcorn."

"'cause that totally needs leaderly supervision." It would probably be out of place for her to end up making out with her girlfriend at a meeting she was supposed to be helping run, though, so Kennedy let go of her. "Popcorn throwing is serious business. See you later though, yeah?"

"There could be a popcorn riot," Tara suggested. "And absolutely, you'll see me."

She squeezed Kennedy's hand and turned to go.

"Awesome." Kennedy chucked another handful of popcorn at the TV, but it missed badly since she was more interested in watching Tara move away. "Hope you saved those rose petals. Might need something nice if I have to break up a popcorn riot."

Of course she wasn't above that kind of parting shot.

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