fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

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"Kind of," Jim agreed, shrugging. "But, I understand why you're hiding from me. It's cool. I can take off it that would help?"

Never let it be said that he couldn't be a nice guy.

"No, no no, you don't have to do that for me." Karolina out-niced most people. This was just a fact. "It's fine. Really."

"Is it?" Jim didn't think so. "You're hiding behind cushions and blushing."

Yeah, he knew why she was doing that but it seemed to hint at her not being tall that fine.

Well, she conquered the urge to hide again, at least? Andthe urge to flail a little.

"It's just... You know. That thing."

"Yeah," Jim said, chuckling even though he it wasn't funny and he wasn't laughing at her. It was just the whole situation. "Well. At least you didn't kick me in the face and rob me?"

No, they'd just slept together. Hmm. "I think everyone was nuts that weekend, Karolina. Not just us."

"Yeah." Yeah, that was what Olive had said, and what Karolina had been telling herself as well. She chewed on her lip, eyebrows knitting together. "That's actually, um, less of a comfort than it should be?"

"Ah." Jim nodded and looked around. "So, what would be comforting in this very tension filled situation? Beer?"

"I doubt that," Karolina said a little sheepishly, after a pause. "I, uh... Don't really drink."

So, that would probably not do a whole lot of good.

"I was kidding," Jim told her because he was pretty sure she'd told him that before. "Don't worry, I wasn't planning on getting you drunk. Wouldn't help. Believe me, I've tried it before."

Karolina shook her head. "I wasn't going to try." It really didn't seem like something that would help anyone, nope. "And... It's going to be fine, I promise."

"You trying to convince me or yourself?" Jim asked curiously. Sounded like that was more for her than him.

"... Both?"

At least she was honest.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," he told her, shrugging a little helplessly. "I'm not that kind of guy you were...with that weekend."

The urge to flail was strong with this one! She didn't, though. She just blushed some more. "I know," she said, quickly. "I know, that wasn't me either." Oh how it hadn't been. "I would never do that, I mean not that you're not cute but you're... really not my type."

All that babbling was a little unnecessary.

Jim wanted to retort that he was everyone's type but that seemed to be someone else's line so he didn't say that. Plus, he wasn't the type of jerk that Jackson was. He was his own kind of jerk.

"What, you telling me you don't love diamonds?" he asked, trying to lightly tease her to see if that would help. "I thought they were a girl's best friend or something. That's what some old books tell me."

"Only if they're produced ethically." Yes, she was going to respond to his teasing with hippie values! "Also I don't really like boys."

... And by outing herself.

And then blushing some more because that had kind of just slipped out.

Jim had to bite down on the urge to tell her she'd liked him this past weekend but he tamped down on it and smiled at her.

"You're really way too nice," Jim laughed. She really was. Nicest person he'd ever met. "And I wasn't planning on making a move on you. You don't flirt so I figured something was up. We can still be friends, right?"

To be fair, Karolina also didn't really flirt with girls either. She'd get there, some day.

She nodded, still trying to make her blush go away. "Of course! It's not, um... A ban on boys, or anything."

"Why are you blushing so much right now?" Jim wondered, snickering. "You like girls. That's cool. No need to blush. I'm not gonna spread it around or anything like that. I appreciate you telling me because you are good looking so I probably would have tried to flirt at least once or twice."

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