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2nd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

Jim's hearing was just now starting to come back. That was an exaggeration but he'd swear up and down that the early morning fire drill had caused permanent damage to his hearing and he should be assigned a personal assistant (preferably a very pretty, very female one) just to help him through the rough times.

But, he figured that request would be turned down since the school probably spent their entire budget on free food. Jim would take that trade off. He was a fan of free food and he wasn't shy about that.

His trip to the common room this week had yielded some pasta dish that he'd found in the refrigerator (and managed to heat up without starting a fire) and some documentary about mobsters.

It wasn't Cactibear but what was?

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Well, that was bolder than she was used to. And there was that part of her that sort of wanted to be sure they were on the same page here because wow, mix-ups would be embarrassing. "Like what?"

He was nothing if not bold. And he loved to toe every single invisible boundary around.

Her question made him smile. "Because you've got nothing else clean to wear and damn it all, you have to go to class!"

That was a bad joke. Jim was amused with himself though. Nothing new there.

She was so glad he went that route instead of a straight pickup, because for as good a game as she talked she probably would have flailed a little.

"That could probably totally happen, too," she said with a laugh. Because she and Olive had had that conversation about how it should.

"I have run into that situation myself," Jim told her, crossing his arms and grinning again. "The whole laundry thing, it just slipped my mind. I'm pretty sure I wore a blanket that day."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Or maybe it was a towel. Whatever it was, it was cold. Really bad drafts."

And now back to the pretty imagery.

"Well, I'm sure you made the blanket or towel look good," she told him.

"I think I managed pretty well," Jim agreed with another laugh. "Anyway. There's one situation that's better than a fire drill for seeing stuff people wear at night. I might have to think a little for something else."

Yeah, that wasn't true.

"There's always the slumber party scenario," Stacey pointed out, playing along.

"I hadn't thought of that one," Jim said, eyebrows going up at that very surprising revelation. "You know, I've never had a slumber party. I think I've been missing out."

"You have," she said. She actually sort of meant that in a non-flirty way, too. Slumber parties were awesome. "That should be fixed."

"And how would one go about fixing the utter deprivation I've suffered?" Jim asked, tapping his chin again. "How? How? How?"

"Well, traditionally someone would just throw one and fix that." But she didn't think she wanted that, because other girls might look cuter than her, and no.

Jim was always down with parties but something about the way she said that made him think she wasn't gonna go the traditional route.

"And what about non-traditionally?"

"Then... I'm open to ideas." Trust her, non-traditional sleepovers had not exactly been happening in a dorm room setting.

"Well, there's camping," Jim joked though he tried to sound innocent. "It's a slumber party...outside!"

Yeah, he wasn't serious.

"True. But that might get cold." You know, in September.

"I'm sure there'd be non-traditional ways of keeping you warm," Jim quipped, smirking before he waved camping away.

"Okay, so no getting in touch with the wilderness. Probably for the best. I hate mosquitoes. There's always finding quieter, more private places for slumber parties too. That'd be more personal. More one on one."

"And where do you think there'd be actual privacy in the dorms?" That was a very real question. For some reason kicking Anna out would just feel weird.

Jim would kick Jackson out in a second. He just doubted Jackson would stay out.

"I think that's the big question," Jim replied thoughtfully. "I'm pretty new to these dorms. Don't know where all the secret places are."

If there even were any secret places.

"I gotta admit, I'm stumped. Should I ask the administration for help? That's what they're there for, right?"

Of course.

"I don't think they'll be a lot of help on this one," Stacey said. "Maybe somewhere on the sixth floor? Does anyone even live up there?"

"This place has six floors?"

So, that was probably not a helpful answer to her question.

"It does. So that might be worth investigating," Stacey said. "I did offer to show you around..."

"You did," Jim recalled, nodding. "And I obviously need the help since I didn't even know how many floors this place had. It's definitely worth a look."

Yaaaay.

"Great. When do you want to go?"

"Wouldn't you know it, my schedule's pretty much wide open after today," he told her. "So, pick a day and I'll be there."

"Tomorrow?" she suggested. ~~Oh look convenient flirting excuse day!~~

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