fandomhighdorms | Tiger Blood Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

Natalie was pacing around the firepit outside her bouncy castle. In a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock. This had not even remotely been her plan for the afternoon. But plans changed, especially when Fandom got involved.

Like she'd intended to, Natalie had brought her stuff over to the campsite early. Then she'd gone back to the dorms and gotten Mr. Moxy, and brought him with her into town. The plan had been to let him roam around the Boards for awhile, while she met up with Jim there to fulfill her promise of a private piano concert of a sort. But of course, they'd gotten there early, before Jim. And of course, Mox had chased out a gremlin from somewhere behind a curtain, and before she'd known it, it had stuck its venomy teeth right into her calf.

So long story short, now she thought her name was Myrtle, and she was pacing around the firepit outside the bouncy castle, in a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock which she'd grabbed from the costume racks at the Boards before coming here (and a flapper-ish headband, and some nice red lipstick), and was wringing her hands because she'd promised her boss, Mr. Moxy of Moxy Pictures (... who was still roaming the Boards, whoops), that she would acquire the refreshments for tonight's party in honor of Mr. Fairbanks, and she was waiting for her supplier to show up.

"Come on, Jack."

[ooc: Open! And up early for timezones and stuff. Nat now thinks she's more or less Myrtle, a Prohibition era Hollywood secretary from the short film Bitter Orange. Starring her PB opposite Alec's 20-year reunion PB. So we had to do something with that. Also, the Boards and Jim both modded with kind permission.]

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Her smile turned a little bit closer to a smirk. "Well, I'm sure some might prefer apple juice, Mr. Kirk."

"Boring," he said, shaking his head and crossing his arms. "But if that's what makes you happy, who am I to judge? I prefer other, better drinks."

"We take what we can get, Mr. Kirk," she replied simply, with a light shrug of her shoulders. "But I can assure, it won't be just apple juice at Mr. Moxy's party tonight, should you choose to attend."

"I might show up." He shrugged. "Might not, though. Will you be there?"

"I hope so."

Assuming Jack got back in time. With gin, this time.

...Except there was no gin and no party and her night was going to turn out a little different than expected.

But here she was, just putting on a little bit of flirtation. Just keeping Mr. Moxy's friends happy, far as she was concerned. "Why, is that a factor?"

"I don't know," he said, raising an eyebrow at her sounding flirtatious all the sudden. "Would you make it fun for me to be there?"

Only mildly flirtatious. No use overdoing it.

"Oh, I try to do my best to make sure Mr. Moxy's friends have a nice time."

You know, as long as it didn't make her look bad and interfere in her attempts at moving forward in her career.

"Ah, so this isn't an offer specific to me?" he guessed, snickering.

She kept smiling, although it had a slightly more wry tilt to it now. "I don't make specific offers to strangers, no matter how charming they may be, Mr. Kirk."

"I wasn't a stranger the other night."

Yes, he was using her inability to remember against her because he could. Because he was a jerk.

"You look good without clothes on."

Natalie's eyes went wide from this kind of directness from a stranger.

"I beg your pardon? I... do not know what you're trying to insinuate, sir."

Still polite, though.

Jim laughed at that reaction because it was about what he expected.

"No, you really do," he said, nodding. "It's a compliment."

Yeah, now she was frowning at him. She tugged on her dress, as if it might be showing too much.

God, Jim, you were such an ass.

"Mr. Kirk, I really don't think that's appropriate."

"It's the truth, though, isn't it?" he asked, still continuing on with the whole thing of being an ass. He couldn't help it. "You don't think you look good naked?"

"Mr. Kirk!"

He was pretty close to getting kicked out of the house.

A house that didn't actually exist, but still.

"What? You've got a great body," Jim snickered, shrugging. "And I thought you should know!"

Natalie hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the door. There was no actual door.

"Mr. Kirk, you need to leave now."

"What are you pointing at?" Jim asked, snickering again. "Leave what?"

"The door."

She continued pointing at it.

There continued to be no door.

"Which you should walk out of if you don't want any trouble so we can forget all about this incident."

"What if I don't want to forget about it?" Jim asked, not moving just yet. "I like trouble."

"I don't," she retorted. "And even if I did, I've got enough of it. You don't want to be here when Jack gets back."

Mostly empty threat. Didn't matter.

"Who's Jack?" Jim asked, amused still. "Boyfriend?"

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Natalie narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, but he is sweet on me, and he won't take kindly to your directness."

"Wow, you really work fast when it comes to breaking our deal," Jim said though he didn't sound upset. Just amused. He held up a hand. "You have fun at your party tonight. Tell Mr. Moxy that he can sleep at my place tonight if he wants to get away."

"I don't know what deal you're referring to, Mr. Kirk," Natalie replied, voice getting icy. "Please leave now. I will tell Mr. Moxy you had to go."

Mr. Moxy was not going to care. He was asleep behind the bouncy castle by now.

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