The Roof; Saturday Evening [ 01/07 ].

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, it was Saturday night and Britta felt a little lame about the fact that she was up on the roof with nothing better to do than smoke some...cigarettes, but it hardly felt like Friday when you'd basically taken an extended weekend and didn't get back until Wednesday. So she was actually enjoying the chance to just know that there was a good spot in this place for just reflecting and smoking...cigarettes.

From the stash of...tobacco she'd gotten on her little trip. Man. A lot of the guys she smoked with in Riverside claimed there was nothing better than homegrown, but...

"I beg to differ, gentlemen," Britta said to no one in particular after a satisfied inhale and a pleased sigh. "I beg to differ."


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[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Aww look, it's my friend in nicotine," Nathan said after he'd pushed the door open and noisily made his way onto the roof. "Didn't take you long to find the roof, did it?"

Good on her.

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"Heeeeyyy, British guy!" Britta said with a smile back and would just let the fact that, okay, it wasn't really nicotine she was toking right now slide. "Or is it English? What's the difference, anyway? Need a light?"

Scratch my back, scratch your back kind of thing.

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"British?" Nathan said, looking offended. "I'm fucking Irish, mate. Are you smoking something other than cigarettes and if so, why haven't you offered to share?"

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"Pssh," said Britta, laughing a little and waving a hand dismissively. "Whatever. And, no, it's just cigarettes."

You could tell by the very obvious wink and another faint giggle before she leaned over to offer out what remained of the joint. "Here. Help yourself. I stocked up."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you just the sweetest?" Nathan asked, taking the offered joint and giving it a nice, long inhale.

Yeah, that was fucking excellent.

"And here I thought I was the only one with good tastes in things that can be smoked. Where have you been all my life?"

Or at least for the last few months.

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"Riverside, Colorado," Britta answered, with a small snort and no little amount of derision. "Pretty far shot away from Ireland. How does someone from Ireland end up all the way on the other side of the pond, mate?"

Britta, that was an English accent. And a terrible one at that.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"That was a fucking awful English accent," Nathan said, pulling a face and almost thinking about holding her joint hostage. But, he knew how he'd feel if someone did that to him so he passed it back.

"Are we gonna have to have a geography lesson right here?" Nathan wondered. "Do I have to properly tell you the difference between Ireland and England now?"

Oh right, she had a question stuck in there too. "And I got punted over here after I got arrested. My mum thought it might straighten me out a bit."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Coming up the stairs, Wesley blinked at overhearing Britta's little remark to no one. "I'm sorry, were you talking to someone?"

Invisible students? It was Fandom. It could be a thing.

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Thanks to her current batch of greenery, Britta was far too mellow right now to be disturbed by the sound of someone's voice suddenly, and she looked toward the boy with a grin on her face, head tilted slightly back to look at him. "Nope," she said, easily enough. "Not really. Guess now I am, though. Hi. How's it going?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley wondered if it was just his imagination, or if this girl was a bit off.

"Quiet well, thank you," he said, eyeing her with some curiosity. "And, ah, yourself?"

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Britta's smile was blissful and lazy.

Definitely not Wesley's imagination.

"Amazing," she said with a satisfied sigh. "Even better if I had some chips or something. Oooh, or tacos. You didn't bring any with you, did you?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"...no."

So, so much side-eyeing. So much. Though at least she wasn't feeling up a plant.

"Are you all right?"

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"Never been better!" Britta assured him. "Well, I mean, except for the fact that I'm starving. Do they deliver pizza to the dorms? What kind of restaurants are open this late? You know what?" She shook her head, and waved her hand to beckon him over. "Never mind. Come on, have a seat. Take a load off. You smoke?"

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Someone had come up to the roof to... burn small dolls in tiny blue gingham dresses in effigy.

So really, it just looked like Elphaba had walked onto the roof carrying a couple dolls. It looked totally normal. Really.

"Oh. I wasn't expecting anyone to be up here."

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Britta looked at the green woman carrying the dolls, looked at her joint, and then back to the other girl.

Damn.

"Thank you, Count Spaghetti," she murmured gratefully, shaking her head and hoping she could could find the same supplier next time she was in New York, because, clearly, he had the good stuff.

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"Count Spaghetti?" Elphaba said, not following at all. She carefully placed the dolls to the side, completely casual. "Are you asking me to count noodles with you?"

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"What?" Britta asked, blinking, and thinking that the stuff couldn't be that powerful, maybe they laced it with something, and she shook her head. Maybe it was just the lighting up here? It was pretty dark out. "Um. No, that's just...Never mind. Sorry, my mind was somewhere else."

She considered the other girl for a moment and considered the joint in her hand, shrugged a little bit, and held it up. "Want a smoke?"

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba had no idea what was being offered to her.

Which meant she took a step closer and tilted her head curiously. "What is it?" she asked.

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Britta considered the question, considered what kind of people asked that question when confronted with pot, and then just shrugged her shoulders. "Cigarette?" she said.

[dressedinblood]

Why were there always people on the roof when Anna came up here to brood? This seriously cut into her brooding time, people.

She supposed she could just leave, or not let anyone see her, but she found herself saying, "Oh, hello," instead.

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"Man," said Britta with a smile, "look like there's a party up here, after all. Hey. Come on over. Kick back, relax. You smoke?"

There was a joint being held out, just in case. There was still plenty to go around. Early next week, Britta might start being a little less liberal with her stash.

[dressedinblood]

"No, thank you" Anna said politely. She came from a time where smoking was more common, so she didn't know about modern attitudes and whatnot, but she didn't breathe, so. "You roll your own cigarettes?"

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

"What?" asked Britta, and then her pot-addled brain caught up with her. "Oh. Uh, yeah. I mean, cheaper, right? Last thing big tobacco needs is any more money..."

[dressedinblood]

"Yes, I guess so," Anna agreed. "That's very economical of you." Plus, no filters, weren't the ads always saying filters dulled the delicious flavor?

...yeah.

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Smiling, Britta took a second to take another drag, which kept her smiling easily at the other girl. "I'm Britta, by the way."