vanillajello | Room 324, Saturday Afternoon

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Room 324, Saturday Afternoon

Originally, Kate had been pretty thrilled to find herself alone in 324 for the weekend. She liked having a roommate, but she loved having the space to herself, with the freedom to hang out in as little clothes as she wanted to. What was there to not love about that?

And that was how it had worked for most of the evening. But then late night, after going to bed, she'd just become super aware of being alone in the room. Alone in the dark. She'd told herself it was just stupid and ridiculous and sad to be scared but the feeling didn't leave her alone. It was the first night she'd slept all alone (or at least without a territorial, protective vampire in the same house) since... all that traumatizing, life-threatening crap. She knew she'd get used to it with time, but knowing that didn't help with the fear at hand.

She'd done most of her sleeping in the morning, sleeping way in, and was now seriously considering luring someone into spending this next night with her. Right now, that mostly consisted of having her door open with music drifting out into the hallway. She wasn't feeling like going out to find people, though she did at times wander over to stand in the doorway, just... watching. It was that kind of a day.

Occasionally, she fiddled with her phone and wondered whether she should just call someone over, but she wasn't sure that the phonelines weren't still messed up, and anyway, how desperate would that have looked?

[ooc: Door and post are open, people who come by may or may not be subtly roped into having a sleepover.]

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"You know, I would have expected a bigger room, flashier furniture and, I don't know, just...more from someone who talked herself up as much as you did," Nathan said, having stopped when the person inside the open door was familiar to him.

"Now, it's become clear why you made up that fake name," he continued. "You didn't want me to know the bland truth of it all."

"Hello to you too, Nathan," Kate replied after a mandatory eyeroll, glancing over at him from where she was standing by her desk. "Like your room is any better."

And did his room have a wall pretty much covered in flyers and pictures and drawings and random crap? She thought not, so hers was better.

"How would you know what my room looks like?" Nathan asked, leaning a hand against her doorjamb. "It's not like you ever visit me. I'm all alone up there, so high up on the fifth floor where no sane people seem to tread."

He wiped an imaginary tear away and sniffed.

And Kate had such compassion for his imaginary grief, really. Or not. "I don't have to visit to know your room is exactly the same as everyone else's," she replied, shaking her head. "And I don't generally go up past my floor a lot."

Well, not anymore.

"And why not?" Nathan asked, wandering in without an invitation. He didn't feel like he needed one. "What is so bad about the fifth floor? It's not gonna give you herpes if you visit, you know. If it would make you feel better, though, I can loan you a condom."

Yes, because that would work. Nathan knew it wouldn't work even but he didn't care either.

Kate made a face at him, then shook her head, not bothering dignify that last part with a verbal response. "The fifth floor doesn't really agree with me," she said lightly, putting away some of the papers she'd had strewn about on her desk. "So I'm staying away."

"So, does that mean you will never come and visit me?" Nathan asked, frowning at her. "Are you trying to make me cry? If you've never seen an Irishman cry, I suggest you make me feel better right away. It is not a pretty thing."

"I've seen an Irishman cry, actually." What a random thing to share, but there you go. Wasn't like she was getting stuck on that topic, when there were far more amusing things to focus on. "I thought I broke your heart yesterday, and now you want me to visit?"

"Oh, I've forgiven you for that," Nathan said, waving a hand and glancing around at her room. "You think you're the first person to lie to me? Please. My own parents have made a game of that."

"Oh yeah, that's fun for all the family, way better than Monopoly." That sudden dry tone was maybe some indication of 'yeah, I know how that works'. She turned to lean her hip against the back of her desk chair, watching him, as she went back to a lighter tone. "But, you also broke up with me yesterday. With a voicemail, no less."

She knew how that had worked, too, but she was allowed to poke fun at it.

"What?" Nathan asked, idly digging a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket since he knew they were there and maybe she'd be nice and let him have a smoke in her room.

"I didn't call you at all," he added, shaking his head. "That must have been in your dreams, dear Kate who is not Valerie. Were you fantasizing about me? Say yes and I'll make those fantasies a reality."

Kate snorted. "I know you didn't actually call me," she said, shrugging a shoulder. "Doesn't mean I didn't still get your message. Something about makeup sex and a tiger?"

A pause, her eyes flicking to that pack of cigarettes. "And you can't smoke here unless you intend on doing it by the window and sharing."

"That message went to you?" Nathan asked, padding over to her window as requested. See, he didn't make everything difficult. Just most things.

"Hey, what was I supposed to do, Kate?" he asked, pulling one out for himself and then another for her. "When someone leaves me a kinky message, I feel it is a moral imperative of mine to return said kinky message with a kinky response. It's only fair."

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