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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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"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."

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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."

Kate made a face. "Don't say it like that, makes it sound so skeevvy." Mostly because it was, but anyway. "Anyway, I think that's in the past now. Probably."

"There is nothing wrong with a virtual handjob, Kate," Nathan informed her wisely. "It's a public service to all those that can't find a real live girl to give them a wank. You should be proud of yourself, Kate. Young men now know the beauty of getting off to a real live woman."

"Lame guys who probably live in their parents' basement and who I really shouldn't have ever talked to in my life," Kate retorted, making another face at him.

Sure there was that Zach guy she was seeing next week, but he was the exception to the rule, in so many ways.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"You shared with me your pornographic past and now you want to talk about something else?"

Nathan rolled onto his back again and rested a hand on his chest.

"You can't fault a virile, young man such as myself for being interested. It's just simple human nature and I am a curious bloke."

"Terminally horny, you mean," she replied dryly, then sighed, looking at the ceiling again. "It's not really a topic that's gonna make me look any less lame. Any nonlame points I get are cancelled out by how lame my reaction to it is now."

Say 'lame' some more, Kate.

He wasn't going to even try and argue with the terminally horny part of things. It wasn't like she was wrong. There was nothing wrong with being as horny as he was as often as he.

"Could you possibly say lame more?" Nathan asked, amused. "Do tell me what your lame reaction to everything is now because that will make you completely unattractive to me once and for all and you won't have to worry about me grabbing a tit in the middle of the night."

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"It all just makes me feel dirty in a not-fun way. That's my lame reaction."

She glanced over at him, trying one of those wry smirks on for size. "So, my boobs are safe now?"

Nathan glanced down at the boobs in question and then back up at her. "Probably. I mean, I cannot be blamed for an involuntarily movements I make when I'm asleep but they're really nothing special so I see no need to grab them."

"Well, I suppose involuntary movements get a free pass," Kate replied, amused. "Especially since I kinda seem to have a bad habit of being clingy, which I will try to keep from doing."

"Oh yes, please do try not to cling to me," Nathan said, not serious at all. "That's such an utter hardship for me, when girls decide they need to cover my body with theirs just to sleep better. I hate it. Despicable behavior."

Kate rolled her eyes, then smirked a bit. "Well, I didn't promise to try very hard."

"Waking up with a girl just plastered to my body is my idea of Hell," Nathan added, shaking his head. "I would end up in therapy for half of my life, blaming you for the drugs, the alcohol and the cigarettes that have ravaged my body."

"So if that's your idea of Hell," Kate pondered, raising an eyebrow at him, "does that mean Heaven would be waking up to find a dude plastered all over you?"

Curious, completely non-serious minds wanted to know.

"Now, that is an unfair and misguided assumption," Nathan said, making a face at her. "Are you trying to drive me away into the arms of a hotter chick who will appreciate me more than you do? Because, you're coming dangerously close to doing that."

Yes, he was completely ready to leave. Completely.

Uh huh. "Defeeensive," Kate chanted, snickering. "Oh my God, maybe all this talk about sex is actually you trying to pass as straight and overdoing it!"

She didn't think that at all.

"Oh, you can just sleep alone tonight," Nathan said, moving his lanky frame up to a sitting position so he could make it seem like he was leaving, at least. "I don't have to listen to this fucking slander. I am not a homosexual!"

"It's not slander," Kate said, making an idle attempt at catching his wrist or something. "Not like being gay is a bad thing."

"It is slander if it's not true," Nathan said, letting her catch his wrist but making no move to lay back down. "And I never said there was anything wrong. I just said it didn't apply to me. I'm not a homosexual. I've got a dick and I'm not afraid to use it."

He paused and then waved a hand a bit.

"On girls, that is."

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