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Second floor common room- Saturday evening

Honestly, what even was this place? Alexis had been here two weeks and there hadn't been a single party. It was Saturday and the nightlife was dead. This was not what she'd expected when she was supposed to be ~exploring her horizons~ somewhere new. What kind of boarding school was this, anyway?

(Getting kidnapped by a goat man didn't bug her. This did.)

At the very least she'd figured out how lax this place was on giving alcohol to minors, which was a giant plus actually, not that there was any of that in her glass at all, really, and now she was rifling through the fridge to find mixers. If anything had names on it... well, she was new, that excused it, right?

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Astrid didn't need a reason to be in the second floor common room, it was her floor, and she was kind of bored, thinking of maybe going to the roof, but this was a good detour, and there was food here she could bring up with her.

"Looking for something in particular?" she asked the vaguely familiar, and not just because she'd seen her around, new girl, after watching her rifle through the fridge for a moment

"Orange juice would be amazing but I can really work with anything," she replied. "You know, trying to be healthy."

Sort of! Like, minimally!

"If there's not any down here," said Astrid, "I bet there's some upstairs, but that could incur the Wrath of Wayne if you were to drink all of it."

Which did not seem healthy in the slightest.

That much orange juice, anyway. She didn't know Wayne well enough to make any assumptions about the severity of his wrath.

"That's Breakfast Guy, right?" she checked.

"That's Breakfast Guy," Astrid confirmed. "So there's a good chance the third floor fridge has got orange juice, if this one doesn't."

"I mean, then I'm sure he wouldn't mind, right? It's all in the spirit of communal living."

And screwdrivers.

"Yeah," Astrid agreed, moving now to the cabinet where she knew some crackers were always kept, mostly because she was the one that always kept them there. "Exactly. I'm pretty sure it's an unspoken rule that any common room food is completely up for grabs."

"That's good to know," Alexis said, and laughed a little. "I mean, not my stuff, though."

Of course.

That got a bit of a glance from Astrid over at the cracker cabinet, as Astrid wondered if she should let the other girl have that one as a path of least resistence or just try to dispell her of the disillusion right away.

"Sure," she said, vaguely, as she grabbed a box and figured it could have been a joke, too. She opened the box and held it out. "Crackers?"

"Oh, no, I had that for lunch," Alexis answered. "Have I met you yet?"

"Not officially, I don't think," Astrid admitted, "but I think you're in one of my classes."

Clearly, the only reason Alexis looked a little familiar...

"Astrid," she then offered, quirking her head toward the hallway before pulling out a cracker for herself. "I'm in 210."

The room that probably always smelled like drying paint and turpentine.

The only person Alexis had so far recognized from the volcano was the bus driver, because she was still bitching about his driving. It was becoming a real thing.

"Well, hi, neighbor. I'm in 220. Somehow still with a roommate," she said, because that was supposed to have gotten fixed. "It's, um, pretty quiet here, huh?"

"Except for when it's not," said Astrid, a little wryly, around a cracker, before going for another. "And when it's not..."

She was just going to let her trail-off speak for her there.

"Last summer was apparently the exact opposite of quiet," she said, "so maybe it's taking a break."

"Was it a real party summer? Because that gives me something to strive for."

That was what you meant, right, Astrid?

"I don't know if that's exactly what you'd call it," Astrid ventured, getting mild flashbacks from trying to explain some of this stuff to Elli and wondering if she really wanted to go through all that again on a nice, quiet Saturday evening.

"But I wasn't really here for it." Except for that one weird week, but she'd rather not talk about that. "But it definitely didn't sound like anyone was bored."

Yeah, she definitely decided she didn't want to get into it right now.

"You could always be the change you want to see, though," she offered. "Sixth flor's actually pretty great for parties. There's a ball pit and everything."

Yet Astrid wasn't sure she'd ever seen anyone actually use it in any of the sixth floor parties she'd been to.

"Mmm, I could see some ways that might be fun." Maybe if enough substances were used first? "But this is a holiday weekend. If we don't have a party on a holiday weekend, what are we even doing?"

Astrid also decided not to go into the fact that a lot of people probably didn't even know what Memorial Day was around here, but just wait until Alexis got a load of classes still on Monday!

"I think you may have answered your own question there," Astrid said.

Prime opportunity to go hungover to class! Maybe! If she even got to class!

"This is perfect. I can totally throw a party in a day. Your idea is amazing."

Astrid's mouth opened a little with the potential argument that it wasn't really her idea, Alexis had been the one talking about parties, but today was a day where she apparently didn't feel like getting into anything except this box of cracker, so she didn't. She just gave a faint smile and a "Thanks," before adding, "If you need help, let me know, I guess? It's not like there's much to throwing a party around here. Usually, just get the word out, throw it, and people'll show up."

People showed up to her parties, even, few and far between as they were.

"See, that's because people are party-starved, and you know what's the best way to fix that?" Alexis said, grinning.

"...having a party?" Astrid guessed, now starting to get the feeling that this would be the answer to many questions as far as Alexis was concerned, even when it wasn't so neatly laid out for her.

"Exactly!" Alexis said happily. "Is a text invite too informal? Because I don't think I can get actual invitations printed up in a day."

"Text invites are fine," Astrid assured her, "although maybe a flyer or two in the common room and the lobby might help, too, since not everyone has access to modern phones here."

Or were like herself, and had only just gotten used to the idea that they weren't strictly for emergency use only.

"I don't think anyone would be expecting a formal invite to a dorm party, anyway."

"Oh, I know there's the one girl without a phone. And Julius' stuff is ridiculous. But I'm sure they've fixed that by now," Alexis said. "How else would they live?"

"I'm sure they manage somehow," said Astrid, perhaps a little on the dry side, as she tried not to think of dimes and quarters and that absolutely useless payphone in the lobby.

"So," Astrid fished out another cracker, "where are you from?"

She felt like, maybe, she was narrowing in on a general sense of when, and sometimes it still felt weird to ask that one, even if it made perfect sense for this place.

"New York. Apparently a few years ago, which is weird, but that just means I can be ahead of the trends. Not that I wasn't already," Alexis said, brushing her hair back in a super satisfied way. "What about you?"

"L.A.," said Astrid, mildly amused by that hair brush and the sentiment that went with it. "But quite a bit more than just a few years back. Luckily, fashion is cyclical, and so a lot of my stuff is coming back and I guess I'm ahead of my vintage chic game."

Little did she know just how on point her ironically pairing her three-dollar donation store shit-kicker hiking boots with her Calvin Klein jeans and shirts from Fred Segal would be in a couple of years in her time...

As if she ever cared about that sort of thing.

"Oh! That's so cool! I spend so much time in LA. I was just there for a Steve Madden campaign." Months ago but whatever. "Honestly if you're from there you can just say that and then everyone'd just think you were on trend anyway."

"That's assuming," Astrid pointed out, "they've ever even heard of LA."

It did work as a great benchmark for figuring out just how deep things could get with any given person.

"Okay well yes but those people probably have bigger problems right then," Alexis reasoned.

Tahani swished into the common room very dramatically, flopped onto the couch and shrieked into the pillow.

"They lost my transfer paperwork. Again. I swear Moose is eating them."

"Have you ever actually gone and talked to Moose?" Alexis asked, trying not to sigh. "Like, personally?"

"Yessssssssssss," Tahani said, "which is how I discovered he is either an actual moose or a very dedicated furry."

Alexis tilted her head, just a little bit amused. "Which means you think his name is Moose?"

That was, in fact, hilarious.

"Yes," Tahani said. "Why? Is he name really Chester or Lamont or something?"

"...Probably not. But maybe he doesn't like being called Moose."

She was serious, too.

"What else should I call him?" Tahani asked.

"You could probably find out his name," Alexis suggested. "And maybe he'll be nicer."

"I don't want him to be nicer. I want him to do his job," Tahani sulked.

"Okay so I think we've found the root of your problem," Alexis said after a pause. "You have to finesse it."

"I have plenty of finesse!" Tahani protested.

"Have you asked to speak to any managers yet?" Alexis asked.

"He said he was the manager," Tahani said. "Should I go above his head to the dean?"

"No," Alexis said, quickly, and pointedly. "Maybe I should talk to him."

"Oooh, maybe he'll let you move out!" Tahani said excitedly.

"Again, that's not the goal," Alexis said, "because you said you wanted to move out and I've kept my end of the bargain."

Tahani pouted slightly but nodded. "Very well. You may try. I doubt you will get any further than I did."

"We'll see about that."

She would not get any farther.

"Good luck," Tahani said, smiling oh-so-sincerely.

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