Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

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Olive was in slightly better spirits tonight than she had been last night. Seventeen and melodramatic or not, a little distance helped things, and the whole Rhiannon...everything was sort of funny in hindsight. Most of it, anyway.

Besides, things were better when she had a project. The last time Rhi had pissed her off, it'd been a lot worse, and she'd bought herself a new wardrobe and sewn red felt As onto everything. This was a little less drastic -- as it was officially October, Olive had decided she ought to get to work on her Halloween costume.

So Monday night found her on the floor with several shades of blue and green tulle stacked neatly beside her as she carefully stitched each layer into a length of blue ribbon. It would be a painstaking process, yes, but she'd found a pattern she liked on Etsy and aside from this piece, the costume should be kind of easy. Mmm, a distracting project and laziness? Right up Olive's alley.

The TV was on in the background, presently on Jeopardy. "Who is Groucho Marx?"

"Who is Jack Benny?"

"You're an idiot," Olive told the woman on the television, who'd just lost four hundred dollars.

[omg open CR is open. Let us all mod Jeopardy questions, though that's a real one from tonight!]

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"Because I don't want to get you in trouble and I haven't mastered the art of telepathy," Olive snapped, more concerned than anything else. "You're drunk?"

She basically just mouthed that last word, she was being so quiet.

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"Maybe a little," he said, holding his thumb and finger to show her just how little. "And what are they gonna do to me? Arrest me? Been there, done that. Yell at me? Oooh, scary."

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"Throw you out?" Olive replied, taking this way more seriously. Someone was a little paranoid since her own expulsion.

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"...and?" Yeah, Jim wasn't paranoid at all. Also, not worried. "I'll just come back."

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"Why are you drinking on a Monday?" she asked, switching to that instead, because yes with the worry. "Is there a party I wasn't invited to?"

Sounded about right.

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"You would have been invited to any part I might have thrown," he said, waving a hand as he said that. "So no, it wasn't a party. Why wouldn't I invite you? You're my buddy, Egg!"

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"So it was sad solo drinking?" she asked, her brow creasing. "Oh, Jim. What's wrong?"

She sort of hoped something was wrong. Otherwise this was just random and that was worse.

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"Why is it sad to have a drink alone?"

Because, it was, Jim. Think about it.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm happy!"

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She was just frowning more. "Because it's a total bummer to drink alone."

Said the girl who'd never been drunk, but still.

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"Well, I can go get my bottle and we can share," Jim suggested. "Then, I wouldn't be drinking alone."

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"I don't really drink, so no," she said slowly. "But thank you. I think you should brush your teeth and go to bed and put your bottle away until you have a buddy who'll drink with you."

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Jim shook his head. "Nah, I'm not very tired. You trying to get rid of me, Olive? Cuz, I can go. I'm sure I can find someone who wants me."

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"No, I'm being a good friend," she assured him. "So kind of the opposite there. This is what I look like when I'm worried. Memorize it."

She looked the same, really. Just more lecturey.

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"No need to be worried," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I always am. It's everyone else who needs the help. I just go with the flooow."

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"Yeah, okay," Olive replied. "If you wanna talk...I'm shitty at it, but I can kinda listen and pat your shoulder or something?"

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"You are bringing me down here, Olive," Jim said, shaking his head and pushing himself a little unsteadily to his feet. He was a little afraid he would start talking if he stayed there and started to sober up.

"Now, I think I might try and find a party," he told her. "And if I do, I will call you and tell you so you will know you're invited. Deal?"

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"Be careful," she said, shaking her head. "Don't like, go too far."

She would probably text him in the morning to check. Stupid instincts.

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Jim gave her a two fingered salute before he wandered out of the common room. He had no idea where he was going but he figured he'd find somewhere fun.

Or he'd find the pillow on his bed and pass out.