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The Roof; Saturday Evening [ 01/07 ].

Okay, so, it was Saturday night and Britta felt a little lame about the fact that she was up on the roof with nothing better to do than smoke some...cigarettes, but it hardly felt like Friday when you'd basically taken an extended weekend and didn't get back until Wednesday. So she was actually enjoying the chance to just know that there was a good spot in this place for just reflecting and smoking...cigarettes.

From the stash of...tobacco she'd gotten on her little trip. Man. A lot of the guys she smoked with in Riverside claimed there was nothing better than homegrown, but...

"I beg to differ, gentlemen," Britta said to no one in particular after a satisfied inhale and a pleased sigh. "I beg to differ."


[[ open roof is open! ]]
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[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Britta shrugged. More for her, then, she supposed. She kicked her legs a little with a deep drag, holding it in a little with a smile. "Yup," she said. "You? I'm Britta, by the way, and you sound like you're not exactly from around here."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
And her accent-deduction had been working so well on Nathan!

"England, actually," Wesley confirmed, refraining from puffing up too much at that. "Formerly of the Watchers' Academy in Southern Hampshire." Because she cared. Really. "And yourself?"

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"What the what is the Watchers' Academy of Southern Hampshire?" asked Britta, arching an eyebrow, and mostly ignoring the question turned back on her because a name like that was just plain distracting. "Sounds....expensive."

Or slightly cultish. Either one.

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I believe so?" Oh, Britta. You were the worst. "It's an, ah, academy intended to equip students to become mentors to a sort of, ah, mystical warrior." Just ease her into that, Wes, why don't you. "Are you from here in the States?"

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yup. Definitely a cult. Britta eyed Cult-Boy a little skeptically now.

"Yup," she said. "The fair state of Colorado. So, if you were at some fancy mystical warrior school, how'd you end up here?"

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
The Watchers' Council had been called a lot of things in their day...

"Oh, just a, ah, series of events," Wesley said vaguely. "But Colorado! That's quite far. This must be quite the change of pace."

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Despite herself, Britta couldn't help laughing. "Nice dodge!" she said, followed swiftly by an emphatic, "Not. And, come on, at least Colorado's in the same country. We're a bit far away from the other side of the pond, there, mate."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I've been here for over a year at this point," Wesley pointed out, side-eyeing her some more. "It seemed like the thing to ask."

God, Britta.

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, so, you're an old student by now," Britta reasoned, "maybe I can learn from the error of your ways. Come on, tell me. What got you stuck here with the rest of us Yanks? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I hardly see how that would be beneficial," Wesley said wryly. "After all, you're already here; I can hardly impart some sort of wisdom to prevent that."

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"But we're getting to know each other...." But Britta froze, her eyes widening as if she'd forgotten something important. "Oh, crap, I can't remember your name. Man, this stuff is good. What was your name? Did you tell me? I can't remember..."

"And you're sure you don't have any tacos?"

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Watch Wesley. Watch Wesley stare.

"Do you... need to see a doctor?" HE WAS STARTING TO SUSPECT THAT THAT WAS NOT A CIGARETTE.

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...Does this doctor have tacos?" asked Britta.

[identity profile] shestheworst.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn." Britta slouched in disappointment. "What about pizza?"
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