Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Wednesday | September 22

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After class, Nathan found himself pretty goddamn bored. It was too early to go into town and drink himself silly (and he'd done that last night anyway) and he wasn't hungry so he couldn't go make a scene at a buffet on the mainland (finding fake mice in the mac and cheese was always fun) so he'd flopped himself down on one of the couches in the common room.

Someone's potato chips were at his hip and were being ignored for the moment while Nathan flipped rapidly through the channels. He'd passed through each channel about five times, had found nothing worth watching but thought that continued flipping might make something good appear out of thin air. So far, no luck.

"Fucking bored as shit," he said and ate a handful of potato chips. "Can't this fucking school have porn on cable?"

No one answered and there was still no porn on the school's cable network. Nathan sighed and decided if he ever became principal or president or prime minister or czar, porn was gonna be fucking mandatory. It'd be the fucking state channel. Write it down.

[CR's an open place, of course]

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"Well, I won't," he said honestly, shrugging. "You try to make royal titles mandatory, I'm gonna start calling you Dry Thighs."

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"... dry thighs?"

Quinn kind of hated herself for asking. She couldn't help herself; she'd repeated it before she'd thought through the implications.

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Nathan cocked his head to one side and gave her an appraising look. "Well, I just got the feeling that no man's gotten his fingers up there to make them anything but dry. Yeah?"

So bad, Nathan. So bad.

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"That is so disgusting that I wonder why I didn't see it coming," Quinn said, rolling her eyes.

She had absolutely no intention of answering his speculation.

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"You're falling down on the job," Nathan chided lightly. "Obviously, it's been too long since we've had a little chat if you didn't see that coming."

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"We're fixing that today," Quinn observed. "It must be my lucky day, right? I hadn't had anyone be vulgar at me in hours."

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"And I bet you missed that tons," Nathan said, grinning widely. "Everyone's needs a little Irish in their life and that fucking gloomy twat in town is nothing compared to me. He's got a pseudo mullet and a permanent frowny face."

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"I don't even know whoever you're talking about," Quinn admitted. "So ... clearly not anybody as fascinating as you are."

There was light sarcasm on that second sentence.

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"That's right," Nathan said, taking her sarcasm as the compliment it was meant to be. "And I'd offer to take people out in the name of your whole student council thing but I suck at fighting and I'd probably just shag any girl you sent me at."

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Quinn nodded along with the hyperbole, until something struck her.

"So if I sent you Kenzi, who makes me insane..."

Oh, please don't get ideas, Quinn.

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"She's not a complete fucking dog, is she?" Nathan wondered, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "I'm not gonna take that much of a hit for the team."

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"She's okay looking if you like the whole punk thing," Quinn said, considering it. "I don't care if anybody sleeps with her. I just want her distracted so she forgets to torment me."

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"Why're you letting her torment you?" Nathan had to wonder. "Should you be bitchslapping her into her proper place or something?"

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"Believe me, I have tried," Quinn grumbled. "It's like bitchslapping one of those Weeble dolls. She pops right back up."

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"What kind of shit's she doing to you?" Nathan asked. "What is causing her to be suuuuuch a thorn in your side?"

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It was going to sound petty and awful if Quinn said it out loud. She knew this.

"She threw jello at me before she even met me," she said. "And then she did everything she could to promote every candidate but me in the election. And when we were bridesmaids in that crazy wedding a few weeks ago, she said I couldn't keep a guy."

Being petty and awful was sort of fun.

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"So, basically, she's just been a real twat," Nathan deduced. Hey, it was as good a reason as any for wanting to get someone out of the picture. "And you want me to try and shag her to distract her?"

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"A real twat about covers it, yeah," Quinn had to agree. "And ... yes. That. Except maybe more distracting her than actually trying to sleep with her. We aren't in meta Cruel Intentions."

Though Quinn probably would have done awesome in that movie, really.

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"And what do I get out of this?" Besides evil glee, that is.

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"Amusement," Quinn said, then, more slowly, "and someone on council who owes you one. That enough?"

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"I can work with that," he said after some thought. "Deal, Dry Thighs."