Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Wednesday | September 22

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

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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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

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

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

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

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

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.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

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

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

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

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

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