Room 528, Friday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in a mood.

She'd skipped the undignified chaos of the newbie picnic in order to sulk get some quiet time in her room, and the raw noise this time of year left her in perpetual headache. She'd managed to make it through class today, although barely, and her temper was starting to fray again at whomever in the building had thoughts nattering away like some demented parakeet.

But the volume of the dorms, coupled with the residual crankiness she had left over from the rest of the week and situations not to be recognized, had sent her back to her room to scowl and pick over her closet, tossing last season's things in a pile to drop off at the Salvation Army or something. She had money now, dammit, she was going to spend it.

And despite promising herself that she wasn't going to do anything that sappy or petty, she was occasionally sending text messages over her phone.

bored now.

No answer.

am now trying long distance telepathy. do you have a compulsion to pet a duck yet?

She wasn't going to wait for an answer, really. Her ex...whatever...was just going to have to suffer her texting whims today.

tell me when your homework starts quacking.

be very very quiet. it's talking to you.

booooooooored.

The door was open, but Emma would be alternately bemused or pissy, depending on if that person had shut up yet. God.

[OOC: Open door, open post, fear the Fun Dip.]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was pretty damn bored himself and he couldn't very well go punching things since his hand was still sore and bruised from yesterday. So, he ventured upstairs and found the open door of something familiar.

"What's up, darling?" he asked, leaning on the frame.

[icecoldfrost]

"'Darling?' What, did you hit your head yesterday too?" Emma asked sweetly, shooting a significant look at his hand. "Or is it opposite day and no one told me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've called you darling before," he reminded her, tilting his head. "I just tend to do it sarcastically. Memory loss in your old age, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, I'm going senile already. You've guessed my deep dark secret." Except not, but Emma was willing to play along.

"Who are you again?" she continued, giving him a winning smile.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your secret lover," he said, smirking at even having to say those words. "Did you forget me already? And after I'd made you just scream my name too. Pity."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma pretended to consider this before shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm afraid it doesn't ring any bells," she sighed. "It must not have been memorable enough to stick."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're insulting," Alex said, hand to his heart. At least it wasn't his sore hand. "You trying to get me to stomp away feeling like the world's just crumbled down on me? I can do melodramatic."

[icecoldfrost]

"I suppose you could try again, if your feelings are that badly hurt," she sighed, adopting a forlorn expression. "If it really means that much to you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You want me to try again?" Alex asked, finally wandering into her room and over to her. "Miss me that much, Emma? Hmm?"

[icecoldfrost]

"You wish," she laughed, shaking her head. "I can't miss people I don't remember."

Which was another lie. She'd missed everyone the week she'd been holed up, but she'd been too miserable to try and be social.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You remember me," he singsonged, stopping in front of her. "You remember me, Emma, because I'm unforgettable. And you'd be missing out if you didn't remember."

[icecoldfrost]

"Ego much?" Emma asked, poking at his chest with one finger. "What's the matter? You can't cope with one girl forgetting anything about you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not an ego when it's true," Alex said, reaching for that finger and pulling it away from his chest. "I can cope with it, I just don't think it's happening. You can't forget about me."

[icecoldfrost]

"Eeeeeeegooooooo," she sang, starting to poke him with her other hand. "How do you not hit your head on the door frame when you walk into rooms?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Because, unlike other people, I can manage my ego quite well," he said, reaching to grab that other hand. He had two hands as well. "My ego is big but my skills are even bigger."

[icecoldfrost]

"Talk talk talk. You shouldn't be bragging about your alleged skills if you won't follow through," she scolded, trying to twist her hands free. "That's just cruel."

[mmmm icon...]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you don't actually want me to follow through," Alex said, shaking his head. "Do you?"

[Indeed! And mmm me passing out! Sorry about that!]

[icecoldfrost]

"I would think that the question is do you want to follow through? Do you want to go through the heartbreak of me forgetting all about you all over again?" she asked, giving him her widest and most innocent eyes. And doing her best not to laugh. "Or we could skip right to the cigarettes and just pretend."

Bantering with Alex like this was good, it felt normal, and Emma just wanted to get her mind off certain things right now.



[Sleep is good! I highly approve of sleep!]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, aftermath. Laze around in a nice sexual glow?" Alex asked, smirking. "Because it would be nice. Don't even try and deny it."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma laughed and shook her head. "Why would I try to deny it?" she asked. "I like being lazy, darling, and lazy with a good friend sounds lovely."

"We'll just open the window, and I'll apologize to Beka and Pounce later if it still smells like smoke."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're just lucky I brought cigarettes with me," he said, fishing his pack out of his pocket and trying ignore his stiff fingers. "We would have had to smoke yours and they're all girly and shit."

[icecoldfrost]

"Mine are not girly, they're expensive imports, thank you," she argued, opening up the window and then flopping down on the bed. "Quality over quantity, darling."

Girly, Emma. Very girly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Girly," Alex said, flopping down beside her and already lighting his cigarette. "Anytime you have to import cigarettes, that immediately makes them girly."

[icecoldfrost]

"It means that I haven't killed my tastebuds," she retorted, pulling out one of her 'girly' cigarettes and putting out her hand for his lighter. "Besides, mine smell better."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, like flowers?" he asked, tossing her the lighter and rolling his eyes. "Cigarettes aren't supposed to smell good, Emma. You big giant girl."