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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"Well, I haven't done porn like you have," Nathan shared, unaffected by her words and sarcasm. "I'm just a connoisseur of that particular medium and it makes me sad to have missed you in your prime. I bet it was fucking amazing."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Only if you think sitting on cakes is hot."

"I've seen kinkier." He shrugged a shoulder. "Feel free to demonstrate for me though. I'll even run into town and get you a cake if you'd like."

"No thanks, think I'll pass," she replied dryly. "Washing cake off shiny, tiny shorts is not something I wanna be doing again."

"Well fuck, too bad for me," he said, not sounding like he cared all that much. "What do you want to be doing then? You can't honestly just want to lay here until you fall asleep, can you?"

"Told you I was lame," she quipped, glancing at the room. "I don't know. I wasn't exactly planning to be entertaining gentleman callers tonight."

And it had been a while since she'd been just hanging out with someone who wasn't either someone to make out with, or a blood relative.

"Let's hope this lame phase of yours doesn't last because I don't know if I could handle anymore Saturday nights like these. I mean, knitting would be more exciting. Fucking knitting," Nathan said, making a face up at the ceiling.

He was half joking and half serious which was about par for the course.

"That seems to be implying you're thinking of spending more Saturday nights with me and not just this one," she noted, eyes on him again. "Does that mean I should start making an effort or something?"

"Well, I'd be fucking stupid to rule that possibility out, wouldn't I?" Nathan pointed out, shrugging a shoulder. "Effort though, that would be appreciated. Let's see your effort."

"I don't know, all the effort I've made today is that I went down to the weapons locker after I got myself out of bed," Kate mused, so it didn't look too good.

"But... I guess I could show you my music video? That'd kill a few minutes, at least."

"Your music video?" Nathan repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, why wasn't I told about this sooner?"

"Because I like not dumping all the interesting things about me on anyone all at the same time," she replied idly as she was pushing herself up and off the bed so she could go get her laptop from her desk. "Plus, it feels like way old news to me by now."

"Is this in any way related to your adventures in the wonderful world of pornography?" Nathan had to wonder. "They just seem too closely related not to be connected. Maybe I'm way off base here but I don't think so."

"If you must know, it's the same character." She grabbed the laptop, then padded on over to the bed to take a seat again, setting the computer down in front of her and pulling the screen up. "The video came first, then this one thing at a comic book store, then... You know."

"Quite the little businesswoman," Nathan said, sitting up and watching the screen raptly. "What made you stop?"

"Boyfriend flipped out," Kate replied, mildly. "And I'm not sure if I've stopped..."

She let her voice trail off on that statement, choosing instead to concentrate on getting to YouTube so she could find the video ~~which someone would never love linking to~~. "Here."

She clicked play.

The video itself was bad quality and just ridiculous which meant Nathan started laughing almost immediately. She, however, filled out the costume pretty well which tempered some of that laughter. Still.

"I thought you'd gotten dumped," he finally said, glancing over at her before his eyes were drawn back to the video. "Did you honestly get dumped over something as silly as this? What a wanker."

Kate watched the video with a kind of a thoughtful expression on her face. Somehow she wasn't quite as proud of it as she had been at first, and it wasn't just because she'd become more aware of just how completely ridiculous it was.

"I don't think he ever, like, got this," she shrugged, eyes on the screen. "But he definitely didn't get the webcam thing."

"Lame wanker, then," Nathan decided, pretty much delighted by what he was seeing. "Probably a virgin when you met him, right? Just completely without any knowledge of how life works."

That was honestly just Nathan being a dick more than anything. It was hard to understand some dude getting all upset about this but he was a special person.

Kate wasn't quite as special in her thinking, but she had enough pride to be oblivious. Or fake having it, anyway.

"Something to that effect," she muttered, half aloud. She nodded at the screen. "At least I look hot in the costume."

"I, for one, hope you haven't come to the end of your time as this...person," Nathan said, waving his fingers at the screen. "I would hate to miss out on first run, bad quality, amateur porn. It'd be a travesty of epic proportions!"

"I'm sure you would." Eyeroll. "I don't know, if I'm not stopping entirely I'm just gonna start targeting the absolute lamest guys, the ones that get off on just watching my fabulous cleavage while I prattle on about inconsequential shit."

[Good niiight at an almost sensible hour! Ugh back to school.]

"What, no more cakes?" Nathan asked, stricken. "Why the fuck not? I would offer to pay for dry cleaning for your shorts if you're so worried about cleaning. Come on, now. Don't get extreme here."

[GOOD NIGHT!]

"It's not really worth the skeevy feelings," she said, shaking her head. "And it's not like you would ever get to see it, anyway. I have a strict policy on not doing that stuff with anyone I actually live around."

"That feels fucking backwards," Nathan said, glancing at the computer screen once more before shaking his head. "Wouldn't people you live with appreciate it more than some twat whose only contact with a girl is a virtual handjob?"

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