fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

So, everyone was back from Skyrim safe and sound, and no one (at least, no one Joker knew of) had come down with dysentery, or Legionnaire's, or botulism, or tetanus, or anything. Success!

Beyond that, however, there was something much, much more important to celebrate: Eleanor's birthday!

As soon as they got back to the dorms, Joker picked up the flyers he'd put together weeks ago and started posting them in the halls, and then he got started on decorating the common room. This party was going to be EPIC! Or... well, they'd just had a week that was epic, and it wasn't as fun as it ought to have been. So, this party was going to be AWESOME!

Eleanor had been wanting to watch good movies for a change, so he'd lined up some of the best for the evening's entertainment. Snacks, pizza, cake, and ice cream rounded out the party's backbone, and all that was missing was the people.

Oh, and of course, because of the day's special surprise, Joker had scribbled "BYOB (Bring Your Own Baggage)" on the bottom of every flyer before he posted them.

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"Probably. But if the person giving me the scar kiss looked like that, I might not mind," Anders informed her.

Brad Pitt ~~or his meta equivalent~~ was quite pretty, after all.

"Hear, hear," Eleanor sighed, lifting her glass in salute. "Wait, are you appreciating the prettiness in the abstract, or is this a Kinsey scale matter?"

Eleanor, everyone was on the Kinsey scale. Sparkle had tried to explain this to you. Please stop using it wrong.

"I don't know what a Kinsey is, but if you're asking whether I like men and women, the answer is yes," Anders said, matter-of-fact and with the benefit of coming from a world that was at least fifty percent bisexual. "The girl with the black hair wouldn't be bad either, if she didn't look like you'd catch something nasty from her."

Seriously, Marla-equivalent. Bathe.

"She'd be more attractive if she seemed nicer," Eleanor said, because it was true. Somehow, not-Marla's acidicity was ruining her looks.

"I ... think I might, as well," she added, in a lower voice. "That is, I hadn't really thought about it, but I had some experiences while not entirely myself that have led me to wonder. I'm not entirely sure how one ... knows for sure."

"The personality doesn't do her any favors," Anders agreed, chewing on a thumbnail. "And I suppose 'kiss some girls, kiss some boys, and see what you want to stay with' isn't the advice you want. I doubt Joker would appreciate that, anyhow -- at least not in the right way."

"It's probably the only helpful advice there is," Eleanor said, lifting her shoulders. "One can't know for certain otherwise."

She glanced over at Joker, and then back, a wistful expression crossing her face. "He graduates this year, and then heads off to his future," she said. "An academy spot is waiting for him. I suppose I can postpone my explorations until then."

"Probably," Anders nodded, glancing over to Joker. "You aren't going to try to stay together?"

He was a bit sad about that, actually. It made sense, but he liked Eleanor and Joker together.

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