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roof | evening | august 17 | monday

After getting his one class completed, Alex found his way onto the roof to smoke. It was a warm night but it was clear and that meant he could stay up here for awhile and not worry about dying of heat or getting rained on. With a free day tomorrow, getting the relaxation started early just seemed like the thing to do.

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, letting it hang from his lips for a few moments before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He wasn't stressed by any means of the imagination but after being a girl and spending most of his weekend being lazy, it was nice to be himself and outside.

And see, he was even being nice, getting out of the room in case Griff wanted it. He was all heart.

[the roof is open!]
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[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
It took all of his restraint not to laugh. If she only knew.

"It's a compliment I hear all the time," he said, climbing up to sit beside her. "Good view, right? A lot nicer than just standing back there."

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
He was just so damn lucky she wasn't like Emma.

"I could get used to it," She said, glancing at him in a way she assumed was coy.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
He'd just have to try and not think about this the next time he saw Emma. She was kind of intimidating.

"One of the reasons I come up here," he lied like a lying thing that lies. He came up here to smoke. "It's peaceful, good to clear the mind. And meet new people."

If she was glancing at him, he was going to make sure and catch her eye and grin as charmingly as he could. He had the mojo going full force tonight.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Emma was not. She was just a bitch different.

"Meet anyone nice lately?" Jean tired so hard at flirting. So damn hard.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
That telepathy thing was kind of hard to match!

"I think so," he said sweetly, smiling over at her. "What about you?"

Poor Jean really was flypaper to creepers.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe." Jean kicked her feet, trying for coy again.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Alex was so going to Hell. Straight to Hell, do not pas go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

"Only maybe?" he asked, trying for a pout now. He could work those expressions when he wanted to. Something learned from dear old Dad.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm still seeing if that's the case," Jean replied. She was a master at hard-to-get.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I could give you a demonstration," he offered, leaning closer to her and upping that sweetness level and keeping most of the smarm out of it. "Show you that you should think it's the case."

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"What kind of demonstration would that be?"

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, the words he could have used. The words he wanted to use.

"A private one," he said, still trying for adorable. "Wouldn't want to demonstrate in front of everyone on the roof. They might get jealous."

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Jean was only slightly dubious there. "Really? Is it that nice?"

She was thinking a kiss, people. A kiss!

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"More than nice," he said, scooting closer because, hey, he was being chivalrous. Preventing her from falling off the roof and all.

What a load.

"Unforgettable."

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
You had to get closer for a kiss! Jean was okay with this. It was her own doom.

"I'm waiting."

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Alex raised an eyebrow, a little amused at that show of impatience. But, he could take a hint and if she wasn't going to do something dumb like backing away, he was going to lean in closer and try for that kiss.

He'd go for more in just a bit. He had some restraint.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Jean was just going to have to lean in for a perfect, sweet, gentle kiss that every couple needed to look back on fondly and god she needed to stop reading 17 magazine.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, he could do gentle, he could do sweet, he wondered if she just needed some damn motivation or what. Sweet and gentle didn't mean he couldn't linger or let one of his hands slide across her stomach.

Stay low for now, move up in just a moment.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Jean made a slight face, not quite pulling back yet. Maybe he was going to run his fingers through her hair? Yes. That was it. That was clearly it.

Moron.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Alex was so going to Hell. But, look, she'd asked for a demonstration and she been all impatient so you couldn't blame a guy for moving that hand just a little bit higher to try and see if he could motivate her by sliding his hand over a breast.

Yep. On the roof.

He'd just have to have a damn good excuse if she freaked out. And, you know, catch her if she tried to flail off the roof.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Jean's eyes widened and she made a noise of outrage, shoving him away. "What are you doing?!"

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, not what she wanted. At all. Think fast, Alex.

"There was a bug on your shirt!" There we go. "I didn't want it to interrupt or sting you!"

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he said, knowing he kind of really had to sell this. "It's hot here, it was a bee. It landed on your shirt, I was trying to be helpful. Should I have let it sting you? Sorry, if that's what you wanted."

Oh, he was a bastard for trying to turn it on her.

[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, no." What? Jean, you're the worst feminist ever. This is what you get from a show on Saturday mornings.

[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com 2009-08-18 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I was just trying to be helpful," he said, trying to look wounded. So going to Hell. "Bee stings hurt."
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