Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/18 ].

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Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic.

So she was bumming in the common room instead, a bag of baby carrots in her lap and the remote control in her hand, as she flipped through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. She wasn't expecting to find anything, and her steady commentary supported this fact.

"Crap," she said, changing the channel. "Crap. More crap. Capitalist crap. Ugh, misogynistic crap. Feminist crap. Crap. Crap. Crap."

"Ugh. Where's The Real World?"

One day, Britta might stop expecting it to still be 1997. One day.


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Britta shrugged a little. "Seemed most of those were on this History channel, but it was all about World War II," she said. "I mean, interesting, sure, but I really don't think Nazis or the Holocaust are something I want to deal with when I've got a raging St. Patrick's Day hangover..."

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"Still?" Bruce asked. Since it was evening. "How much did you have to drink?"

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Britta just kind of looked at Bruce for a moment.

"It's St. Patrick's Day," she reminded him. "It's, like, unpatriotic, or something, if it's not a lot. And that's what I had."

There was a faint wince of pain, and she quickly popped a carrot into her mouth. "A lot."

After a chew or two, she looked back over to Bruce. "Did you do anything exciting?" Was Wayne an Irish name? Probably not, but wasn't that one kid Nathan Irish? If hitching to NYC hadn't been such a good plan, she bet he could have probably partied hard. Unless he was Scottish. Whatever. Too much thinking going on.

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It was possible that Britta had some strange views on patriotism. But hopefully the day-long hangover would teach her something. "Not really. Hit a couple bars on the mainland, but I mostly laid low. Too bad I didn't catch you anywhere. It sounds like I missed a lot of fun."

He spent the day in a cave playing with oxygen distribution. He was a liar.

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Despite the headache, despite the hangover, Bruce's comment about missing a lot of fun was worth the pain of nodding her head emphatically. "I think I puke green for about half an hour this morning."

Yes, that was pride in her voice, thank you kindly.

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"Hopefully that only ever happens on March 18th," Bruce said.

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"And March 19th when St. Patrick's Day lands on a Friday instead," Britta pointed out with a grin.

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"You really are committed to partying when the occasion calls for it, aren't you?" Bruce asked.

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"Hey," said Britta, shrugging her shoulders and grinning proudly, "if you're going to do something, don't do it half-assed. You've got to go all out, am I right?"

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"As long as you can deal with whatever color your vomit is when you're done, I agree," Bruce joked.

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"I think even if I started puking rainbows and sparkles, I'd be okay," Britta reasoned, and then gave that considerable thought. "I mean," she added, "great gay bars in New York."

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"Honestly, then I'd suggest going to the clinic, just in case," Bruce said. "So you're from New York?"

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Britta shook her head...carefully. "Colorado, actually," she said, with a withering look that showed just how cool she thought that was. "I can't even tell you how much better it is to be able to hitch a ride up to New York whenever I want to go out. I mean, okay, sure, Denver, but...Denver."

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"I've never been to Denver," Bruce said. "I'm guessing it doesn't really compare?"

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"Not by a long shot," Britta said emphatically. "You're not missing much, unless you like, I don't know, mountains and stuff."

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"I spent part of last summer mountain climbing," Bruce said. "Probably still not the same, though."

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"Depends," said Britta thoughtfully, "was it really mountain climbing with packs and ropes and everything, or did you get there via a ski lift?"

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"No ropes. But it was in the Himalayas," Bruce said. "Is that good enough?"

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Britta narrowed her eyes in deep consideration. "Yeah," she concluded, "I guess. Do you go mountain climbing a lot?"

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"Not as much as I'd like," Bruce said. "That was a special vacation."

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"Special how?"

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"Special in that I had the time to go to the Himalayas," Bruce said.

And he trained with kung fu monks in a legendary city where time stood still.

"That's about it, though."

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"Oh," Britta laughed a little. "I thought maybe, like, you know, to honor some pact made with someone on their death bed or something like that. That'd be pretty cool. Not that it isn't cool just going when you have the time, but, you know..."

That would have been cooler.

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"Not to climb any mountains," Bruce said. "I did vow to be the best entrepreneur I can be for my city, though. That's probably not as exciting as climbing a mountain, though."