011 ☣ sleepover!

[fridgetothefire]

Private text to Ben, later at night after this post:

hy can i crash at your plcae tonite

i dont wanna go back to mine



[Private to Alex, the next morning]

i have a gigantic hangover

bring me breakfast u owe me

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[fridgetothefire]

food?? and juice

maybe dry cereal from th dining hall

no wait thats crunchy

what is good for hangovers idk

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[tolaywaste]

Eggs???

Juice i can do.

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[fridgetothefire]

eggs yes good

i miss chickens

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[tolaywaste]

I'm. Not bringing you a chicken.

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[fridgetothefire]

no just eggs is good fried plz

cant take crowing rn

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[tolaywaste]

I'll try to remember not to crow at you.

Give me half an hour.

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[fridgetothefire]

k thanks

oh im in ben's room btw so go there

3-06

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[tolaywaste]

[ . . . Yeah, Alex has less than nothing to say to this. Ben's room? Why? How? Okay. But he makes Anya her eggs and grabs her juice and heads to Ben's room, knocking lightly on the door (to forgive her hangover).]

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[fridgetothefire]

[She makes a garbled, grumbly noise to let him know that's she's heard, and eventually lurches her way off the bed and toward the door. Her clothes are slept-in rumpled, her hair is a mess, and she still smells a bit like vodka.]

Blurgh. Thanks.

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[tolaywaste]

Jesus. What happened?

[Sorry, Anya, he's all out of tact.]

And where's Ben?

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[fridgetothefire]

Uh, yesterday was awful so I went on a vodka quest.

[Like duh, Alex. You were there, there was a lot of horrible flying around yesterday.]

He's...somewhere. Crashing with his warden, I think.

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[tolaywaste]

How much of a vodka quest?

[Are we talking shots or bottles here B[ Also, strange sense of relief occurs.]

So he just let you stay here?

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[fridgetothefire]

[She sits on the floor takes her eggs and juice, because there isn't much of a better place and she doesn't want to spill anything on Ben's bed after his hospitality.]

A very successfully one.

[She was pouring it from the bottle into a shot glass. Does that help?]

Yeah. Didn't really. Want to be in mine.

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[tolaywaste]

[No, Anya. Not really. But at least his protective instincts are assuaged.]

[Well, kind of. He frowns - of course she didn't want to be in hers - and closes the door.]

Okay if I sit? I won't eat your eggs.

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[fridgetothefire]

Yeah, s'fine.

[She waves loosely, signaling her assent as she starts to eat.]

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[tolaywaste]

[He sits down on the floor next to her, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands.]

Do you want a new cabin?

[He's not going to bring up why if she doesn't. He knows.]

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[fridgetothefire]

No. It's mine.

[It comes out sharp and sullen, not quite snarling. Her room was a gift, one of the first things that made her realize how good a friend Lua really way. She's been hurt badly in that room, and mended a friendship making herself at home in it again. And deep down, under the carefully chosen battles and the fake smiles, she has her father's stubbornness.]

I don't. Mind him, really, not most of the time. I just - can't be around. When he's that angry.

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[tolaywaste]

[He flinches, looks away. He's tired of being yelled at. But he doesn't say anything.]

Okay. Nevermind, then.

[Pause.]

How are the eggs?

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[fridgetothefire]

Sorry. I wasn't. Mad at you.

[She's had so few things she loved; even without counting the hangover, she doubts she'd react well to the idea of loosing them.]

They're good. I appreciate it.

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[tolaywaste]

It's fine. Forget it.

[The ghost of a smile.] I'm glad I didn't burn 'em.

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[fridgetothefire]

[gingerly]

I could teach you how to not burn stuff, food, for sure, if you want.

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[tolaywaste]

Yeah, that. I'd like that.

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[fridgetothefire]

Okay.

[She rubs her forehead.]

You doing alright? You were still kind of. In the thick of it, when I stopped checking responses.

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[tolaywaste]

[He shrugs one shoulder tightly, lips a flat line.]

Is this going to turn into you asking me when I became such a warden? Because I'm not interested in having that conversation.

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[fridgetothefire]

No? You've always been a warden.

[And that's a good thing, more or less, at least to Anya. She looks confused more than anything, shrinking a little.]

You were standing up for people on both sides and taking heat for it that you didn't deserve. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want, I just...

[Care.]

I was just asking.