Adah's Room; McTyeire Hall. Emory University, Atlanta, Georgia, Thursday, 1964.
"It's impossible, isn't it?"
It appeared as though the perpetually startled roommate had gained amusement to her otherwise one-dimensional personality, a small quirk to her too-red reps. Adah didn't bother looking up from her desk, scattered with text books and note books, of scribbles and sketches and doodles.
"What is?"
"Getting you to go out and do something. It's your first night off from that blasted clinic, and what are you doing? Studying!"
"I have an exam tomorrow." Adah emphasized the word mostly because she wasn't certain it was one her roommate would understand.
"You should come out tonight," the perpetually startled roommate also seemed perpetually insistent on being persuasive. "There's a concert, out on the mall. Guitar-y stuff; you should like it."
"I have an exam," repeated Adah, not at all surprised that she had to. She lifted her eyes and added a very steady, stubborn look to get it through the thick blonde head.
"Oh, really? Because, shame, a letter came for you today while you were probably at the library studying your brains out. I was going to give it to you if you went with us, but, since you're not..."
It was Adah's turn to be startled, staring at the roommate's back as she turned slowly. "Are you blackmailing me?" she gawked, and realized she needed to start living somewhere else; this one was actually picking up all her tricks.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that..."
"I would. Where is it from?"
"It says it's all the way from Africa. What are you getting mail from Africa fo--"
Adah's heart lept in her throat, and then dislodged itself just in time for her to demand, "Give it to me."
"Come to the concert."
"I have an exam!"
"And you know you know the material frontwards and backwards, Adah, so come on! Just come! You'll like it!"
"Why are you so invested in my social life, anyway?"
That caused a gratingly bright laugh to burst from the too-red mouth. "What social life, Adah?"
Well, there wasn't much debating that. She sucked in a breath, glaring the roommate down, and said, "Only way to get that letter out of you is to go? What if I just wait until after you're asleep?"
"I'll hand it off to someone else tonight while I'm out and you're still here."
Adah was now convinced that the perpetually startled roommate would have never been able to come up with such a plan if it weren't for the fact that she lived with her.
"Fine," she caved in, with a rueful glance toward her desk. "I'll go. Just let me get my coat."
There was the usual, slow and careful push up from the desk before she added, "Why is it so important to you, anyway?"
"Oh, it isn't important to me, per say," answered the roommate, eyelashes fluttering. "But it seemed very important to that guy studying neurology who put me up to it."
"...Ti mnad Dog!"
"What was that? Latin?"
"I hate you."
[[ slightly GIP, slightly establishy, mostly me just trying to wrangle some Adah out again, especially as I keep collecting more and more pretty icons (lol new movies!). Post is open as always to OOC or IC contact. Dog only knows, she wouldn't mind anything interrupting the forced night out ]]