Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

After today's pillow-fight filled class there had been a dire need for a cold shower or 2 for Richie. Now that that was taken care of for the time being, he was parked on the couch in the common room watching TV.

He was having trouble finding a completely unsexy channel to leave the TV on though. Even the home improvement shows were proving problematic. Maybe he should just stick with cartoons. Cartoons were safe, right? At the least the ones aimed at tiny kids?


[Open like an open thing, though I may disappear randomly. But I'll come back, I promise!]

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[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

What was that about unsexy? How about a girl flopping down on a couch in a skimpy little outfit, Richie, did that count?

"Hey," she chirped.

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

That did not count at all, Rebecca! Maybe you should flop again, see if it works better the second time.

"Hey," he said, trying (but not very hard) not to stare. What? She was way more interesting to look at than whatever was on the TV. "I don't usually watch these." It was important that he not come across as some weirdo with a fetish for kiddie-programming, okay?

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca had utterly failed to acknowledge the TV, being mainly preoccupied with sizing Richie up and deeming him worthy. Of sexings. Yes.

So now she was just going to look at it, and then back at Richie.

"Good," she decided, returning her attention to Richie just a liiiittle too intently. "That would be weird." Yes, Rebecca. Yes, it would.

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

Oh, Richie would be so happy to hear he had been deemed worthy. He'd been waiting all week to be deemed worthy. It had been a long week.

"Yeah. I'm not weird," he assured her, trying not to notice the very intent looks. "Honest." He'd given up all pretense of not staring himself, now. It just wasn't worth it.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"You don't look it," Rebecca assured him. While maybe leaning forward -- hi there, Rebecca's boobs -- in order to lay her hand on his arm, yeah. Look, she had a very definite objective here, and she had people to bang see, places to bang in go... just a lot of stuff going on, really.

"What's your name?"

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

Now there were boobs, HI BOOBS, and touching and oh man, Richie was doomed. Somehow, he probably wasn't going to mind this particular doom too much.

"Uh," Richie said, oh-so-smoothly. "I'm Richie."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Richie," Rebecca repeated, like she thought it was the most fascinating name in the world. "Got any big plans for tonight, Richie?"

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

"Nothing planned," Richie admitted. Oh man, did that make him sound lame? "How about you?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"I have some ideas," she said thoughtfully, twirling her hair around her finger with her free hand. "Wanna hear?"

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

"I'd love to," Richie answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. He was also possibly addressing Rebecca's chest rather than her face. But honestly, can you blame the guy? "I'm in need of ideas."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

So she crawled closer to him on the couch, cupped a hand around his ear, and shared her ideas.

They were very creative ideas. Dirty, but creative.

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

Richie's eyes went very wide and he gulped once. "Uh huh."

"Those are some good ideas. We should work on those. Especially that last one. Now. My room's right down the hall?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Sounds great," Rebecca said, one hand flying to work at her shirt buttons while she scrambled off the couch to go, uh, do that. Like, now.

Look, a girl had needs, okay?

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

Richie was momentarily distracted by the hand near the buttons which were near the boobs.

"Awesome," Richie said fervently, grabbing for her other unoccupied hand. The better to lead her down the hall towards the bed, quickly.