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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"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."

"Shut up, at least I did remember it." Eventually. "I mean, do you remember mine?"

"Kate Gregson," he said smugly. "Aaah, I bet you didn't think I would. Well, fuck you, Kate Gregson. Even with you giving me eight different names, I still remembered."

Kate raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. "I'm impressed." Well, there was no point in lying when she'd already shown her surprise. "Didn't expect you to have paid much attention beyond the Kate part."

"I am not surprised you would doubt me," he said and sighed, shaking his head at her. "You'll learn, you'll learn. And if you don't, it's your loss. Though, there's one thing you're not wrong about. I am fucking impressive."

"In which ways?" Kate wondered, turning onto her side and propping her head up on one arm. "I mean, we've already covered your alleged sexual prowess, but there must be more. And I'm pretty sure you love talking about yourself, so tell me."

"You want to know more about the ways in which I'm impressive?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What, you can't just wait and see? Find out for yourself via your powers of observation and deduction? Just telling you seems...boring."

"Maybe I want to be bored," she replied easily, shrugging her shoulder. "I'm supposed to go to sleep at some point, right? But you don't have to, if you don't wanna. Or if you can't think of anything that's impressive about you."

"There's plenty that's impressive about me," Nathan said firmly, making a face at her. "I just don't typically list my attributes like some fucking catalog model. That's just lame. I let my actions speak for me, not a fucking list."

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