fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

The current bit of madness at the school was basically Petra's worst nightmare. She was thankfully unaffected, but she'd spent most of last night running through a jungle in her dreams, chased by a giant frilled snake wearing a Yale sweatshirt. The snake kept calling her 'JT,' and when she'd caught a glimpse of herself in a pool of water, the face peering back at her hadn't been hers. That had been when she'd woken up and decided sleep was no longer happening.

So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?

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Sam glanced at the television, squinted like it might help him understand things and then shook his head. "Yeah no, soccer's not my thing. Well, sports aren't really my thing in general unless skateboarding counts so I'm gonna be no help. I tried to play this, I'd die trying to catch my breath."

"God, no, I'm not going to play it," Petra scoffed. "I'm going to watch cute guys run around on the screen for my amusement."

That made Sam chuckle briefly. He was that sort of lazy too so he approved even if he wasn't watching soccer for the cute guys. He wasn't really watching soccer at all save for an idle glance or two.

"Found anyone that's really caught your eye yet?" he asked, glancing over at her. "Started imagining your wedding with...guys with names on the backs of their jerseys that I'm not even gonna try to pronounce because I'll screw them up."

"Cristiano Ronaldo's not playing today, sadly," Petra sighed. "I think they're Basque. It's that or Martian." Illarramendi? God. "Some of them are worse than my roommate's name."

"Guess I got lucky with a roommate called Butters," he said, chuckling lightly. "Who's your roommate? The fifth floor's kind of a mystery to me. Like a haunted house that hadn't been explored. All twisty and new."

"Daenerys Targaryen?" Petra asked. "She told me to call her Dany after I mangled it for a while. She's the one with the teacup dragons."

"Never met her," he said but wasn't surprised. "Dragons are...an interesting pet, I gotta say. I'm Sam, by the way. Kinda weird to know my roommate's name and not mine."

"And I'm Petra," Petra said. "Welcome to my floor. We don't bite here. To the best of my knowledge."

"You should take a poll on that," he said not at all seriously. "The ratio of biters to non biters on the fifth floor versus all others. There might be a Guinness world record here."

"How about I don't and don't say I did?" Petra suggested. It was too early for polls.

"Damn, I was really looking forward to the results of that poll," he said, snapping his fingers. "Guess I'll have to get over it somehow."

He paused, waited and then nodded. "Okay there, over it. As far as I know, the second floor's not full of biters either. I hear there's a vampire in town though."

Petra rolled her eyes. "Right, because vampires are real."

Half the school has swapped sexes, Petra. Consider that.

"You don't believe in vampires?" He sat on a Council with one but he knew his circumstance was special. "You been into town yet? The bar's got a zombie band."

"No, of course not," Petra said. "And why would I go to a bar? I'm sixteen and a half and I don't have a fake ID."

"Yeah, doesn't seem to matter in this town," he shared with a shrug. "They serve anyone and everyone. And they held three minute dates there last week. I get the feeling that it's a bar in the loosest sense of the word. There's booze but I drank water while I was there."

Petra had been at three minute dates, too, but she hadn't noticed the band. "Okay, I was at that, but it was clearly an all-ages event they were just holding there, so I still don't believe they're just going to serve anyone anything."

"So, take a trip there next week and give it a go," Sam challenged, shrugging. "I doubt I'm gonna be able to convince you with my words so I think you should go see it for yourself. Order a beer or a whiskey or whatever and when they serve it to you, you can know I'm right."

"Or, again, how about I don't and say I didn't?" Petra asked. "There's 'punk the new kid,' and there's 'try to get the new kid arrested,' dude. Not cool."

"Why would I try to get you arrested?" Sam wondered, amused now. "You think they'd arrest you at a regular bar for ordering booze? No, they'd probably just tell you to beat it but I'm not gonna sit here and beg you to go. You'll find out that I'm right. I'd bet my skateboard on it and that's the thing I love most in the world."

He didn't think it'd be possible to live obliviously on this island for too long. "Besides, I don't punk people. Too much work. I'm too lazy."

"This is some cute peer pressure with the unanswerable questions and all, but, no," Petra said. "I'm not going to make an idiot of myself in a bar for your amusement. And I don't even want your skateboard."

"What about me makes you so sure that I'd be trying to get you into trouble?" Sam wondered, laughing. "You automatically judged me that harshly? Ouch, man. Ouch."

"Again with the rhetorical question," Petra pointed out. "I refuse to believe that you don't see how telling someone to just go into the bar and order a beer, it's fine, sounds totally fake and sketchy."

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"Anywhere else? Yeah, it'd be a crappy thing to do but this place is weird," Sam pointed out. "A lot of girls have ended up guys this weekend. A few weekends ago, I thought I was in witness relocation so I could testify against a criminal gang of thugs. Is it really so weird to think that the bar runs by some strange rules like the entire island itself?"

It was way too early and Petra had had nightmares. She was not in the nicest mood. "Considering that the drinking age is nationwide and we're still in Maryland? Yes."

Sam held a hand up and shook his head. "Look, if you don't wanna believe me, that's fine. It's cool. I'm not gonna make you do something you don't wanna do. But, I wasn't trying to make you do something so you'd get in trouble and I could get a laugh. I don't do crap like that."

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