fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

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"But I didn't ask," she pointed out, "and I wouldn't do anything with that information, if I did. You, on the other hand, are already gonna have a ball with the idea of girl-on-girl action."

"A ball?" Nathan asked, wondering if that phrasing was on purpose. "And just what do you think I'd do with that information? Perhaps I'd just take it and hold it close to my heart and know that this world is becoming more progressive by the day."

"Yeah, no," Ramona said, shaking her head. "You don't need to know about my experience with girls, real or theoretical. Use your imagination. I know it's a good one."

"You are breaking my heart here, Ramona," Nathan said, sighing longingly. "Maybe leave something like that on my voicemail one day, yeah? That'd be a treat for me to check when I'm off in England, wasting away with my mum and her boyfriend."

"What would I get out of this?" she wondered.

"Appreciation and affection."

Was that enough?

"Phone sex."

Maybe that would help.

"I already get that, and probably will get that," Ramona pointed out. "So far this is very win-win for you, my detailing anything about my bisexuality."

"What would it take from me to get details from you about your possible girl on girl exploits?" Nathan asked curiously.

"I dunno. Something awesome. Tell me something embarrassing and I'll tell you something about me and another girl," she decided, smiling slightly.

"Embarrassing?" Nathan asked and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Okay, how about this? This kid I met at the picnic is a goat fucker."

Hey, she didn't say something embarrassing about him!

"Embarrassing thing about you," she amended, "or I reserve the right to tell you about some other lesbians or whatever that have nothing to do with me."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't want to hear about lesbians that aren't you?" Nathan asked, being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. "Maybe any lesbian is good for me."

"Did you know one time you actually sort of got another girl's sloppy seconds?" Ramona asked mildly. "I'm sure you wouldn't find that interesting, though."

"...what?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow at that. "What the fuck does that mean, I got a girl's sloppy seconds? Which girl?"

"A girl," she said, not giving names just yet. "I made out with a girl this one time and then later that day you came by and we had sex. And if she'd stuck around, I bet we could've had a threesome."

No, she did not bet that at all.

"And why the fuck am I just learning about this now?" Nathan asked, frowning. "I like threesomes! And I would have asked you for details then if I'd had known! Ugh, my heart."

"Tell me something embarrassing and I'll tell you about her tongue," Ramona replied, flicking an eyebrow up.

Nathan made a face at her and then said, "I'm scared of being alone in an IKEA. Don't fucking laugh."

Ramona kept her face perfectly still, aside from the slightest twitch of her lips. "Why?"

"Childhood trauma," he said simply. "That embarrassing enough for you?"

"It's definitely interesting enough," she mused, raising a brow. "What's so scary about Swedish furniture?"

"Nothing," he said and rubbed his forehead. "But, it's a little fucking scary for an eight year old kid when his dad just leaves him there because he can't fit in the car with the rest of the purchases. Okay?"

Ramona just looked at him for a moment, her brow creasing a little, before offering, "Your dad completely sucks."

And then, a moment later, "And it was the day I drew on your face. When the sexy girl-on-girl action happened."

"Yeah, he does," Nathan said, not about to disagree with that. "Why were you kissing girls anyway? Sudden uncontrollable lust?"

"Not really. She was pretty cute, though. We were fake-married the weekend before," Ramona replied, rolling her eyes. "Because we were little kids and wanted to play wedding. And then we were bigger, it seemed a shame not to consummate things."