4th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

[stacyexperiment]

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but moddable dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)


[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

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[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Probably for the best," she said. "I'd hate to find out Joker was socializing with pornography and hadn't even told me."

Well.

"Aside from that being how he spends 87 percent of his alone time."

Bitter, party of one!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry gave her an amused look.

"I've got a thousand dollars right now that says if you texted him to come to your room for a good time, he'd drop whatever he was doing and almost kill himself to get to you," he said as he texted Elsa. "Even if it was porn."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor reddened a touch at that. "'Good times' have officially been suspended," she admitted, in an undertone. "So I suppose I shouldn't deny the poor boy his pornography."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Suspended? Still?" Barry said in a sotto tone. "Because of the thing with the hand?"

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"He told you," Eleanor sighed. She couldn't work up much energy to be angry about it. Of course Joker had told him. "Yes. That. The part where the one and only time we -- attempted intimacy, I shattered him. That."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"He told me because he's worried about you," Barry said rolling his eyes. "... Okay there was a little bragging too."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"He ... earned the right to brag," she admitted, turning bright red. "But that's it. I had -- been worried we were incompatible, that something like that might happen, and it did. So we can't -- it doesn't --"

She folded her arms. "It'd be ridiculous to keep a healer on-call for intimate moments," she said. "And a broken hand is more easily fixed than a snapped spinal cord."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Says who?" Barry said with a smirk.

Did you forget who you were talking to, Eleanor?

"Look, I know he got hurt. That's no fucking reason to think you're incompatible. "

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"It's frightening," she admitted. "He could -- if I lost control, I could break him. Something vital. This is supposed to be something enjoyable, not something that comes with smashed bones. I can't put him through that each time."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"The guy has had this fucking condition since he was born," Barry pointed out seriously. "He knows the fucking risk Eleanor. I know you're afraid but he's a vital part of this as well."