The Roof; Saturday Evening [ 01/07 ].

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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."


[[ open roof is open! ]]

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"Nice to meet you, Nathan," Britta smile back, taking his hand in her for a shake. "That sounds like the kind of name for people who put staples in other people's hands. Probably a step up from crusty old men who can't see their dicks anymore."

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"Your compliments truly mean the world to me," Nathan quipped, hand to his heart. "And rest assured, I can see my dick just fine."

...because she was so curious! Or something.

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Any attempt to not look would be an exercise in futility. Not that Britta expected to see anything, but it did bring to mind the fact that she'd never done it with a real Irish guy before.

"Good to know," Britta grinned. "I'd be worried if a spry young staple-weilding guy such as yourself couldn't, really."

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Nathan wasn't always the most observant bloke but he did notice that look and it made him smirk around the cigarette still dangling from his lips.

He gave his eyebrows a comical waggle and said, "Absolutely no need to be worried, then, yeah? I'd offer to give you a looksie but, you know, I'm shy."

Yeah, right.

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"Oh, what?" asked Britta, with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes. "Embarrassed?"

Come on, he basically fed that one to her with a fork.

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"No," Nathan said immediately because he had to defend himself there. "I just wouldn't want to frighten you. It might me more than you can handle."

See, he could take it as well as dish it out. He only threw tantrums sometimes.

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"Oh!" Color Britta impressed. Or skeptical. "Re-heally? I think I could handle it. But how chivalrous, concerned for my safety in the face of your monstrous dong."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

She was a funny one! Funny enough that Nathan laughed and leaned a hip against the side of the roof. He did exaggerate the laugh just because but it was pretty funny.

"Well, you are new and I wouldn't wanna frighten my new friend back to Colorado, wherever the fuck that is!"

Apparently, geography wasn't a strength for either them.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you wouldn't be scared. Nice of me, yeah?"

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Britta had to grin a little at the shirting, as Nathan's getting comfortable, and she thought maybe being out here wasn't so bad at all. The nice thing about a school where they sent degenerates and law-breakers was that...there were other degenerates and law-breakers you could relate to, and some of them with potentially monstrous dongs.

She could live with this.

"You're a real gentleman," she said. "Too bad gentlemen usually suck."

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"Well, I do suck but it's not in the way you're thinking," Nathan chanted at her because she'd left herself wide open for that one and he wasn't one to miss an opportunity.

He tossed his mostly finished cigarette over the edge of the roof and grinned. "Gentlemen hold doors open and pull out chairs. I don't do that shit. Girls have two arms, they can do it on their own. And I've got better things to do with girls."

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"Damn right," said Britta, with a nod, mostly for the first part about her having two arms and being perfectly capable of doing all that herself; she didn't really mean for it to apply to the latter part, but fuck it. Close enough. She laughed, shook her head a little, and took the last drag of her joint before it went and joined Nathan's cigarette off the roof.

"So which room are you stuck in? Any roommates?"

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"Four thirteen and absolutely no roommates to speak of," Nathan answered, sighing blissfully. "Sure, it can get a bit lonely sometimes but I entertain when I can and when I can't, I find other ways to keep busy. It's never a hard knock life for me."

He thought he lived a charmed life. "You got stuck with a roommate, didn't you?"

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No roommate. Good to know. And this also reminded Britta that she was intending to have a little chat with her roommate about some guidelines...

"Yeah," Britta sighed. "But she's cool. Susan. Have you met her? Kind of gothy? Great big black streak in her hair?"

She was kind of hard to miss, really.

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The description wasn't familiar to him so he shook his head.

"Nope, haven't met her yet," he answered, shaking his head. "Obviously, something I'll have to correct in the near future. I don't know enough goth chicks. And the ones I do know have bad fucking teeth and think themselves vampires."

Some clubs in England were a bit weird, you see. "That mean you two are gonna do each other's hair and talk about boys together?"

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For some reason Britta couldn't actually explain, Susan's hair actually made her a little wary. The mere suggestion of doing it made Britta shutter a little.

"This is when the alien creatures come in and completely brainwash me, right?" she said. "Because that's not going to happen. Why? You lonely? Miss braiding hair and talking about boys all night? Maybe you can come over and we can paint your toenails, too."

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Nathan smiled lopsidedly and shook his head at her. "I think you just want me to come over and have a sleepover with you but you don't wanna outright admit that. I'm onto you, Britta."

He wasn't, not really, but did she really think he wouldn't match her banter with some of his own? "I think you're the lonely one here."

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"No, I honestly think you could use a good pedicure," Britta stated. "Maybe a nice metallic gray, like staples."

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"And why in the fucking world do you think I could use a pedicure?" Nathan asked, holding up one of his hands. "My nails are immaculately groomed as is!"