Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

[grenfelzer]

Carmela's not that great a cook (well, she *can* manage a pretty decent pie, thanks to this summer's workshop, but that's baking, technically), so instead she's ordered a few pizzas and plunked them down on the table in the common room for anyone who'd like any. That done, she turns her attention to the TV to ask it (yes, ask it) if there's

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[ashockingbitch]

Jenny followed the smell of pizza down the hall from her room. "I smell Italian," she announced from the door to the common room. "More importantly, I see Italian."

[palestshadow]

Naminé waved with a smile. "Carmela is planning to lure people in to the common room with a cunning use of pizza," she explained. "Her plot appears to be working, so far."

[ashockingbitch]

"I find myself falling prey to it as we speak," Jenny said, moving to help herself to a slice of pizza. "I take it you're not Carmela, then?"

[palestshadow]

"As did I. And no, my name is Naminé." She flushed slightly. "You're Jenny, yes?"

[ashockingbitch]

"Yeah," said Jenny. "I'm sorry, have we met? I'm terrible with faces." Or else she was terribly inattentive. Pick one.

[palestshadow]

"We got rather drunk and kissed," Naminé said, turning a darker shade of pink. "It was at a party for that sort of thing. Protesting the principal. There was liquor and girls kissing one another."

[ashockingbitch]

"Oh my God," Jenny groaned. "I am so sorry. I haven't forgotten anybody I kissed since 1977. I remember the party. And you, I think. It's just a little...blurry. You would think I would have remembered the name, if nothing else. God. I suck."

[palestshadow]

"It's all right," Naminé laughed. "There was rather a lot of liquor. I'm not certain if I even introduced myself properly. How are you?"

[ashockingbitch]

"Oh, I've been doing just fine. I got punked by a seven-year-old as far as class scheduling is concerned, but fine, other than that. Yourself?" Jenny asked her.

[palestshadow]

"A seven-year-old?" she asked curiously. "I think I'm going to enjoy my classes; I have one in Art, one in Communication, and oddly enough, Debating. I don't recall signing up for that one, but I imagine I must have."

[ashockingbitch]

"Someone put me in Modern Feminism and a class about modeling. I suspect it was my successor. Who is, in her way, seven." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Long story. So it sounds like we're both in classes we didn't plan for."

[palestshadow]

"Feminism and Modeling," she mused thoughtfully. "The two seem like they might be at odds with one another. You might create some mishap that way, if you were inclined to it. Bring your feminist tenets to the Modeling class, and spend the Feminist class posing."

[ashockingbitch]

"Yeah. Hey, yeah!" A slow grin spread across Jenny's face. "I like the way you think, Namine. Er. Sorry I forgot making out with you."

[palestshadow]

Naminé laughed. "It's quite all right. As I said, it was sort of a blur of kissing and liquor and a rather exciting party. I felt miserable the next day. I swore off Schnapps, though I don't expect that to last. If you manage to create chaos in your two classes by crossing them over, do let me know how it turns out?"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny laughed. "I'll be sure to let you know. And find you something better than Schnapps to drink."

[palestshadow]

"There's better?" she said hopefully. "I really shouldn't. I get positively indecent when I drink, you know. Very forward."