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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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."

Kate laughed. "Nice save," she smirked, giving his wrist a little tug. "Fine, fine, you're very confident in your... gangly heterosexuality, I'm sure. Not even a bit bicurious."

"Gangly heterosexuality?" Nathan repeated, making a face before he settled back down beside her. "Have you been checking me out, Kate? I know I'm beautiful but you could be a little more discrete."

"You're tall and skinny," Kate replied, rolling her eyes again. She let go of his wrist. "It's kind of hard not to notice since I haven't been talking to you blindfolded or anything."

"Do you have something against the tall and skinny?" Nathan wondered. "It's not like you're carrying a lot of meat around on your bones, you know. You could stand to have a sandwich."

"I wasn't trying to insinuate there was anything wrong with the tall and skinny," she replied, shaking her head. "Also, I eat like a ton of junk all the time, so it's not my fault this is the shape I happen to be. As perfect as it is."

"Perfect?" Nathan repeated and then scoffed. "Oh, you've been so misled. There's nothing perfect about that. Your confidence is adorable but your body is...eh."

Or it wasn't but whatever, like she was going to get compliments out of him that easily.

"It's not awful. That's a good compromise, isn't it?"

"It's perfect but I'm not gonna get into an argument about it with you," Kate decided, smugly. "I can deal with the occasional compromise, I guess."

"Nothing is perfect," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "Thinking your perfect is just setting yourself up for a major letdown in the future. You'll cry then, I bet."

"Pfft." Well, that thought only worked if what she said and what she actually thought corresponded, and they didn't so pfft.

"That's not a Saturday night thought," she decided then, glancing over at him. "You suck at Saturday nights just as much as I do."

"You actually have no idea whether I suck at Saturday nights or not," Nathan pointed out, shaking a finger at her. "This is my first Saturday night here and I think it shows incredible kindness on my part that I've decided to spend it in your room without even the promise of fucking."

He was truly a martyr. A martyr who did not suck at Saturday nights, thank you very much.

"Yeah yeah, you're a champion sex martyr or something," Kate replied, waving a hand dismissively. "All hail Nathan --"

She frowned to herself as she paused and tried to remember what the hell his last name was. She'd only heard it once, she was allowed to have a hard time remembering.

"... Young, right?"

"Yeah but don't strain yourself trying to remember or anything," Nathan said sarcastically. "I know Young is one of those supremely unusual last names and I wouldn't want to be responsible for giving you a headache. I've heard that excuse so many fucking times in my life already."

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