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[bitingmybullet]

Gwen jerks awake, glancing around the room in some confusion.

She half-expects somebody to be doing the foxtrot.

But everything is more or less normal; it's light out, but just barely, and Preston is snoozing peacefully.

... Which, when she thinks about it, is completely unfair

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[bass_line_blues]

Preston's eyes flutter as the pillow hits him in the stomach.

"Gmwht?" he repeats, eloquently.

[bitingmybullet]

She growls.

"Gandhi," she repeats. "In my dreams."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston's eyes crack open a little more.

"Y're not serious," he mumbles.

"Fuck off, 'm sleeping."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen rolls her eyes, giving another little growl of irritation.

"He was doing the fucking foxtrot. With Salla."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston pushes himself to his elbows, and aims a the sour look of the now-awake-for-good-and-not-liking-it at Gwen.

"You're blaming me for this."

[bitingmybullet]

If Gwen were more awake, she would probably concede that this is a little silly.

"Did I ever dream about Gandhi before you put up the goddamn poster?"

[bass_line_blues]

"I dunno," Preston retorts, "did you ever dream about Salla before he fucking kissed you?"

. . . if Preston were more awake, he might have thought of a way to phrase that that did not involve throwing Salla to the tender mercies of a sleep-deprived Gwen.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen stares.

"Fuck you," she snaps.

... Which is about the best she can come up with, really.

[bass_line_blues]

Dry: "No offense, but no thanks."

Preston swings his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up straighter.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen is ... kind of speechless.

"--Okay. You didn't just dream about dancing penguins turning into Elijah Wood."

Her life is hard!

[bass_line_blues]

". . . . no, and other ordinary circumstances I'd say you win," Preston says, after a beat to assimilate this.

"But you didn't have your roommate telling complete strangers you were in love with your lead guitarist, so . . . I'm thinking in terms of actual consequences that ranks a little higher than dreams."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen blinks.

And wonders if Preston's got some other roommate she doesn't know about.

"Um. I did what?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston sighs, leaning back against the wall.

Slowly, enunciating each syllable: "You told Kay I was in love with Karla. Remember?"

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen stares, just a little.

"You're kidding."

She rolls her eyes.

"That's why I don't win?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston stares back.

"Uh . . . yeah?"

[bitingmybullet]

She feels as if they're experiencing a failure to communicate.

"But I was joking," she says. "I told her I was joking. What'd she tell you?"