vanillajello | Room 324, Saturday Afternoon

Entry tags:

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Do you want me to fucking stay or not?" Nathan asked, rolling his eyes once again. "I'm having a trouble figuring your answer out since you insist on threatening to do bodily harm to me despite my very kind offer."

"Well, I'm a notoriously difficult person, get used to it," Kate replied, almost smirking but not quite. "But yes, stay."

"Fine, then."

Nathan glanced around, pinpointed the bed he thought was hers and sat down on it.

"I will. Now, do you see how easy that was, Kate? I offered you something, you accepted and now you don't have to be alone tonight, lamenting the fact that you didn't like my very good nightlight idea."

"Does seem awfully simple now that you put it like that," Kate allowed, rocking back on the heels of her feet some. "It really wasn't that awesome an idea, though."

"Says you. Nightlights are fucking awesome."

Or they were for weaning children off of sleeping with the lights on. One or the other.

"But..." He sighed and made himself at home on her bed because, well, he was staying the night. "...I am so much better than a nightlight and I never go out."

Kate snorted, then went over to the window to close it. That was enough cold air for the day, thanks.

"Yeah, I keep hearing stuff more or less to that effect."

"It's called self confidence," Nathan said, shrugging a shoulder and tucking his hands underneath his head. "And considering you were just proclaiming that every bloke in the school wanted to stick one to you, I think you'll be familiar with the concept."

"I may have heard of it," she said, wandering over to bed so she could plop herself down on the edge of it. "In passing, briefly. At some point."

[OH HI 4 AM. Niight!]

"Well, rest assured, I don't want to shag you."

Yes, he did but he could pretend that he didn't. Contrary to all evidence, he could find his very well hidden self control.

"I find you mediocre at best and that's being polite."

[Ahahahaha, INSANE. Good night!]

"And I still don't believe you," she said, lazily flopping down onto her back. "But I find it touching that you'd make the effort to try and put me at ease."

"The fact that you don't believe me doesn't make it not true," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head oh so sadly at her lack of faith in him. "You just don't want to believe me because it would ruin the idyllic image you have of yourself and that would just cause tears and days spent eating ice cream while you watch incredibly bad chick flicks."

"Please, I do that like every two weeks anyway," Kate shrugged. "Without the crying, obviously, and I think it takes way more than you not wanting to do me to make me cry. I'm tough like that."

Except for the fear of the dark and everything.

Edited 2011-01-09 13:26 (UTC)

"I refuse to let you watch chick flicks tonight," Nathan decided, glancing over at her. "Just because you won't let me shag you is not reason to make my dick wither and hide with those pieces of shit."

Eloquence was such a talent of his.

"You'll have to find something else to occupy your time until you eventually fall asleep."

"Well, I do have shitty teen comedies too," she offered, raising her eyebrows. "About as mockworthy but less of a threat to your apparently vulnerable manhood."

"This is what you on your Saturday nights?" Nathan questioned, looking over at her and shaking his head again. "You watch shitty movies by yourself? I have pegged you all wrong, Kate. Perhaps you should bring Valerie back. She might be more fun."

"Not my fault I've fallen into a Saturday night slump lately," Kate replied, turning her head to look back at him, wrinkling her nose again. "And for the record, I have more interesting alter egos than Third Wheel Valerie, thanks."

"So, you weren't always this fucking lame?" Nathan asked, smirking over at her. "What's with the Saturday night slump? You are doing absolutely nothing for the illusion of me thinking you're a fucking spinster."

"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm hurt by the insinuation that there's anything wrong with that." So hurt, really. She looked at the ceiling. "But really, I just had stuff change on me. Apparently it's taking a while to adjust, and I'm just gonna be fucking lame in the interim."

"Sad. You are not allowed to talk yourself up to me until you stop being lame," Nathan decided, rolling onto his side and propping his head on hand. "I do not accept big talk from self admitted lame twats. It's just false advertising."

Edited 2011-01-09 14:58 (UTC)

Kate glanced over at him. "Does it help my case that part of the reason for my utter lameness is that I got dumped over doing some stuff online that some people might see as mild fetish porn?"

"You've done porn?" Nathan asked, eyebrows going up near his hairline. "Why in the fuck didn't you say so before? That gets you about fifty extra points plus my utter admiration."

Kate rolled her eyes. "It was only this totally lame, totally not erotic stuff," she said. "Nothing I can even really see as porn. But people got off on it, so." She shrugged a shoulder.

"Was this like...a movie or something?" Nathan wondered, unfortunately starting to get some raunchy ideas. "As in, if I took a trip to the local video rental store, would I see your face smiling out at me surrounded by a movie title in giant red font?"

"No." She reached over to (lazily) thwap him on the shoulder. "... 'Least I hope not. It was just on webcam. And in costume, so you wouldn't recogize me anyway."

"How unfortunate. I would have rented that fucking movie for a month," Nathan said, smug. "Good porn is hard to find even if the production values are shit."

He knew a lot about porn, obviously.

"You gave people virtual hand jobs," he added, looking delighted with this fact. "How entrepreneurial of you."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject