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Pajama Club Meeting: First floor lobby, Tuesday after classes

Olive's pants and baby blue tank top were a lot more whimsical than she necessarily felt today, between the weekend and then dealing with stuff with Jim last night, not to mention her inner battle of stupid earlier (which, spoiler: she had been a total chicken and stupid had won and she'd slunk back to the dorms with her coffee and Trix without purposely going to see anyone. Because she sucked.)

But it was pajama club, dammit. She would put on a whimsical face for them. Plus, it'd probably help her mood, some. So the TV had cartoons on it -- not the crappy ones they showed nowadays, but the good Looney Tunes stuff she remembered being on TV sometimes when she was a kid. And there was cereal. And blankets. Let's all just make a cuddle fort, okay?

"Does anyone have any trauma to share from the weekend?" Olive asked, over her bowl of cereal. "Because I don't feel like sharing my trauma but maybe someone has a better story. Also I don't have trauma so much as irritation and relief people are gone, but I figured that 'trauma' makes for a better reason to lie around in our pajamas, am I right?"

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"Hi," Olive said, kind of surprised. Surprised enough that she'd actually frozen with her cereal spoon halfway to her mouth, in fact. "Did you just get off work?"

Scintillating. Please continue to amaze everyone around you, Olive.

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"Pretty much." It was an hour or two before Victor normally shut the shop, but he'd been finished with what he wanted to do, and it wasn't like Tony paid attention. "I had this weird craving for cereal. And I know that's kind of what you do, so..."

"We are, indeed, buried in cereal," she said with a small smile. "Of all kinds. Even the healthy stuff." Olive rolled her eyes. "Stacey's on a diet or something. But...yeah, help yourself. And there's...um, blankets? And cartoons."

You know, if he wanted to stay.

"You're not properly uniformed, but I can make an exception this time."

"I figured if I waited until practically the end of club, you might let me slide through in normal clothes," Victor said, with a tiny smile. "But thanks. Hang on."

He went and filled a bowl with Rice Krispies and milk before coming back and flopping into the chair beside Olive, managing not to spill any.

"So," he said, stirring the cereal with nervous energy, "good club meeting? I like the old-school cartoons."

"The new cartoons are terrible," Olive said wisely. "I'm so glad Chip's mostly grown out of them. They're just like...crazy epilepsy-inducing colors and sounds, most of the time. Old school's where it's out." She stirred her now-chocolatey cereal milk, and shrugged. "Meeting went fine. Not a whole lot of me to do as club head, you know? We talked about whether we were still reeling from the weekend. Did work go okay?"

She didn't know, as she hadn't...shown up for her now-usual visit. Because she sucked.

"It was fine," Victor said absently, still stirring his cereal until he made himself take a soggy bite. "Somebody brought in a laptop that was like a case history of viruses, so I got to get that to work again."

He ate a few more bits of rice. "I missed you. We kind of got weird fast, Saturday."

"Yeah," Olive told her cereal bowl before glancing over. "I bring that out in people. I'm great at weirdness." But something else he'd said shone right through her perpetual awkwardness. "You missed me? I mean, I just...didn't want to like, annoy you, with showing up every week. Figured I'd give you an Olive intermission."

And plus she'd been blatantly avoiding him.

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"It's not annoying," Victor said. "I mean, if you're bored with it or you don't want to, cool, but I always like having company."

He cut his eyes toward her. "I think the weirdness was kind of ... mutual. Are we good? Like, do I need to apologize for the way it went?"

He wasn't even sure what he'd be apologizing for, but it was generally a good first step.

"No," Olive said, frowning. "I mean, you didn't do anything. Do I need to apologize for anything? Other than like, Rhiannon's mouth because I'm pretty sure she should be slapped upside the head for whatever she said to you but I was busy freaking out about where she went that night so I never got around to an interrogation. But...yeah. We're good. At least, I am if you are."

She was still sort of wallowy, but less than she had been, at least. And she was doing her best to hide her wallowiness, anyway. Aside from the pile of blankets she was hiding in. That was school-sanctioned.

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"Rhiannon was not that bad, but I cannot believe she ninja'd out on you again," Victor said, and he sounded a little less worried than he had been. "Maybe she needs one of those GPS chips they implant in dogs. But yeah, I'm good if you are."

"Oh no, she didn't ninja so much as find a buddy," Olive said, rolling her eyes, and somehow bitching about Rhiannon restored her to her normal snarkiness. "I don't know if she hit on you -- no, just kidding, I'm sure she did, because you're cute and I know Rhi -- but apparently the odds finally evened out for her and she spent the night with Jim Kirk."

She was still pissy enough over that she didn't even bat an eye at saying he was cute. Besides, it didn't matter, because wallowing, remember?

"Jim's cute too," Victor said, since he would own his cuteness any day. "Right? I mean, good for them, I guess."

"But," he continued more thoughtfully, "it's kind of lame of her to come all this way and then not hang out with you. Anyhow, she didn't hit on me that much. I think she, um, maybe thought I was into you."

Which was COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS, of course. Really.

Olive blushed a deep red under her freckles, her ears sort of ringing at that last bit. She would have to murder Rhi...or, maybe not. She wasn't sure yet. Because if nothing else, she'd apparently had a conversation that Olive had been sort of afraid to have herself.

"Oh, really?" she asked, forcibly casual. "That's...funny. She's always deciding that about people. There was a guy at the mall who worked at the yogurt place who she was sure was like, in love with me." She prodded some soggy cereal, just for something to do other than look at him because she'd probably flail herself into a small coma. "Um, why'd she think that? Any reason?"

"It was a stupid conversation," Victor warned. "So, she called you -- something I'm not repeating because it'll sound way worse from me, but you can probably guess, and I said I liked you that way." What was he supposed to do, stand there and argue with Rhiannon about whether Olive was or was not a moody-ass bitch? "And then she decided I was into you and got all weird about your hair and your ex."

He took another bite of cereal. "And then you rescued me before she could decide to marry us off or ... whatever. So -- yogurt guy, huh? Did he give you extra Oreo crumbs on your sundae?"

He was a master of distraction.

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"Oh, she's always calling me a bitch," Olive offered, smiling a little around a spoonful of cereal. "Or a whore. Or whatever. She thinks it's affectionate. I've tried to tell her it's not but you might've picked up on how her listening skills lack a bit. But that sounds about right. She seems to take it as a personal insult that I remain as pure and innocent as I was when I left Ojai, and thinks it's Todd-related."

Which wasn't necessarily particularly pure or innocent. Maybe by a technicality.

"And no, yogurt guy just had something in his gaze that apparently said that he loved himself a pair of pointy elbows. Direct quote from her. I don't know."

"I never knew elbow preferences were a thing," Victor said, and now he kind of had to tilt his head to get a better look at Olive's. "I dunno, you've only been here a month. It seems kind of early for her to decide you need to either hook up with somebody yesterday or head to the convent."

"That's my line of thinking," she said, even if there was a crush situation she was ignoring momentarily because then she'd start wallowing right here in front of said crush, "but then Rhi found herself a guy over a weekend. So she probably just honed in on you as an Olive Potential Hookup because you were the guy she talked to at that party who wasn't someone's older relative or the one she was taking home. Sorry if she made you uncomfortable."

And certainly for no reasons other than those. Absolutely, there was no truth to Rhiannon's assessment. Really. Olive was kind of not letting herself hope in that direction at all.

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"Oh, right." And now Victor was going to do his best not to look disappointed. He shouldn't have had hopes for anything more, really. "No, it's fine. Better she try to throw me at you than she try to throw my grandfather at you."

Not that he thought Dr. Pym would be interested in a student, let alone that Olive would be interested back, but the awkward of the entire situation would have forced him to bathe his brain in bleach.

"Oh, god, no. I would much prefer you." And it was only that weirdness on Saturday that halted her from adding that she preferred him to pretty much anyone else at the school. That residual awkwardness kicked up a filter between her brain and her mouth, for once. As it was, she'd still probably said more than she should have, given things. "I mean, your grandpa's a nice guy, but...grandpa. So weird. Also, I tend to go for kinda dorky, silly guys. Dr. Pym like, does not have smiling muscles."

"But he's a hero and one of the smartest people in the world," Victor said, then considered it. "... and still not a laugh riot. Plus, grandpa, kind of."

Still weird to say that. He sighed, decided to move on before he made this even more extra-super-awkward.

"Can we just be glad the weekend is over and nobody cried or shed much blood?"

Edited 2012-10-03 03:50 (UTC)

"That's where I am," Olive replied, sinking a bit lower in her blanket nest. "Recovery mode. No one's hurt and I didn't actually cry when I was threatening to. That as close to success as this weekend could be."

"I had to zap Stiles' friend who looks like me," Victor offered, remembering Olive hadn't heard this story yet. "Whole ... werewolf control thing. But he walked away and Stiles hasn't yelled at me yet, so I'm guessing he's fine."

He hoped so, anyhow. He needed to actually ask Stiles.

"So ... success there, too."

"You zapped him?" she asked, mildly alarmed. "Like...was he attacking you? Are you okay?"

Maybe being a werewolf made you stupid. That would explain Scott's dimness.

"I didn't know werewolves were a thing. I feel dumb for not thinking of that."

For someone with access to radio notes, she wasn't particularly observant sometimes.

"I never heard of it either," Victor offered. "But yeah, apparently they're a thing. I saw him going after somebody else and sort of jumped in. He calmed down after a while."

Or after electroshock therapy. Same thing.

He scratched along his jaw. "I'm fine, but I can now tell you werewolves punch really hard. So ... don't get into a fight with one."

"Dammit. There goes my Friday night," Olive said, snapping her fingers. She was still looking at him kind of curiously, though. "Do you do that kind of thing...like, a lot? Save defenseless strangers at the expense of getting werewolf-punched?"

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