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3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

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Alana wandered in, headed for the refrigerator. She'd been eating a lot these last few days; it helped with the oral fixation. (Johnny helped with the rest.)

"Watching anything good?" she asked, with half a smile. "Or can I talk you into turning it to Animal Planet?"

Some people might be turned on by shows about safaris and puppy training, but Alana was not among them. Fuzzy, cute harmless animals seemed like the safest thing she could watch for the time being.

Why was Ezra not wearing a shirt? Simple. It was an easy way of attracting the kind of attention he wanted to attract right now. Consider it advertising.

He waltzed in, and snorted when he saw Ronan. "Aw, grumpypants."

Ronan had something snide to say but he pretty much forgot about it when he looked up and saw Ezra not wearing a goddamn shirt. Goddammit.

"Aren't you cold?" he finally managed to say though it didn't hold the usual anger his words did. "And that's not my name."

"Why Animal Planet?" he asked grumpily. "Is there a show about tigers maiming other wild animals? That'd be interesting."

And distracting.

"No," Alana said with a slight laugh, "though now that you mention it that sounds pretty cool. Catharsis and all, right? But I was thinking, 'what's the least likely channel to have hot people on it' and Animal Planet's what I came up with. You got a better idea, go for it."

And somehow Alana forgot about Johnny for a moment. Or, not so much forgot about him as stopped seeing his existence as a reason not to flirt with other guys.

"Hi," she smiled over at the guy, with a swish of her shortish hair. "I'm Alana. I don't think we've hung out before. I'd remember you."

"Oh, I have lots of better ideas but they're really not appropriate for right now," he growled, frowning at the television before he started clicking the remote again. "What channel are the cute, cuddly animals on?"

"I'm not sure you ever told me your name," Ezra replied, and smirked smugly as he shrugged. "And my body runs pretty hot in general."

So no, he wasn't cold.

Alana told him the channel number, then selected a yogurt from the fridge and crossed to take a seat.

"Would you believe we once had a porn party in here?" she queried, rolling her eyes a bit. "Gwen did it to settle a fight from class. Probably not the best thing to repeat."

Though the idea had a certain forbidden appeal.

"It's Ronan." And Ronan was trying not to stare right now. He blinked and looked away, angry at himself for looking that long. "Guess you were one of the lucky ones when there was no power."

He'd been cold and it'd sucked.

"No need for body heat." Goddammit.

Just the thought of that had Ronan subtly gripping the remote control a little harder. Well, he wasn't thinking of cuddly animals right now.

"Seems a little too risky for this place," he quipped since he was still new and didn't know. "A porn party? Who fights over porn anyway?"

Ezra smiled widely at her, and gave her a little bow. Like a shirtless gentleman. "I'm Ezra. Pleasure to meet you, Alana."

Ezra shrugged another time. "Well, I could've still used some." Because he'd still whined about it to Ava over the phone a lot. "But I did okay. And now that everywhere seems a little warmer than usual, I do even better."

"We were talking about it in sex ed," Alana explained. "One of the girls in class went on this really bizarre tangent about, y'know, the women faking it, and how that was sexist, or something like that. And then it turned out she'd never actually watched a porn, so ..." She shrugged. "Gwen called her bluff. Pretty much."

She stabbed a spoon into her yogurt and considered Ronan. "Are you okay with the week? Not that it's fun for anybody, but as your big sibling I should probably let you know you aren't crazy and that it'll pass."

Such a polite shirtless gentleman!

"Absolutely," she said, smile growing. "I like your outfit. Where'd you get it?"

"Yet, you still seem to be all on your lonesome," Ronan pointed out, slouching down on the couch and stretching his legs out in front of him. He tucked an arm underneath his head in an attempt to get comfortable. "Pity."

"I'm fine." If that wasn't true, he was trying not to give anything away. "This place is cold and annoying but I've dealt with worse."

He'd dealt with a lot but nothing like this. This just annoyed him because he couldn't get a grip on it.

"I'm sure some people are having fun."

On one hand, Minako craved people on a daily basis. It was, like, just part of who she was. This week? This week it was even worse. Plus, what with the flowers and the pollen and the who she was... she could practically feel Venus thrumming under her skin. So it was either distraction or... some distraction that was probably a terrible idea. Common room with the most people it was, with a droid-baby in-tow.

And yeah, like Ronan-the-Grump was in there and he wasn't her favorite person ever? But considering all the things, that was probably a good thing. She wouldn't (hopefully) be tempted to kiss him.

Even if he was hot.

"Did you ditch yours with your co-parent, or throw it out a window?" she asked, holding up the baby she was mentally calling 'Artemis Jr.' "Because I gotta admit, the window has been tempting. I like kids, but this robot abomination is making me crazy."

"Alaaaaaaaaaaaana!" Take pity on your classmates, Minako. Less hyper. "Kathy and I were thinking of going off to the mainland and going dancing this week. Wanna come?"

NOT DIRTY.

"Oh, this?" he asked, looking down at his shirtless self, then back up at her with a smirk. "My mom gave it to me. Except the pants. Those are... from some high-end department store or other."

Also probably stolen.

"Left it in my room," he told her, glancing over at the robot baby. "I don't want to deal with it. It's got shelter, I didn't leave it in the snow somewhere. That's my good deed for the day."

~~He probably could get a grip on it, but he might want to wait until he had some privacy. Ahem.~~

"Well, yeah, we are, but then eventually you have to go to class, or let your roommate get her shoes, or something like that," Alana said pragmatically. "And then you're in almost the same boat as everyone else. Except maybe just a little smugger."

She would not deny her smugness. Dating Johnny called for smugness.

"It's still early," Ezra said, as he waltzed over to the kitchen area to steal some juice. "And besides, you're here, so while it's barely more than a technicality, I'm not all on my lonesome."

"If it's not zero degrees, sure," Alana said, surprised but intrigued by the suggestion. A girls' night might help the itch under her skin. "Did you guys have a place in mind?"

Alana cracked up and held up her hand for a high-five. "Okay, that was an excellent answer. Your mom has good taste."

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