Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/18 ].

[shestheworst]

Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic

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[willbethenight]

"Hey, Britta," Bruce said. He was stopping by the common room on his way back to the dorms after a long day working in the cave. He had a functioning rebreather now. He would never have to worry about knockout gas ever again.

... Not that he had to deal with that often.

"TV not cooperating?"

[shestheworst]

Britta grunted a little bit, tempted to just turn the thing off, but then she'd have to actually read a book or something and...well...meh.

"I guess it's too much to ask to want the great mind control box to produce programming that's actually intellectually simulating," she muttered.

Then added, as an afterthought, "Hey, Bruce," with a lingering glance his way because between him and the TV, guess which one was more interesting to look at.

[willbethenight]

... Mind control box. That was a description he didn't hear often. And that he didn't fully disagree with.

"I usually try to find the first documentary I can and hope for the best," Bruce said. They were almost always about crime, though. "It doesn't work too often, but it's better than a lot of other things you'll find."

[shestheworst]

Britta shrugged a little. "Seemed most of those were on this History channel, but it was all about World War II," she said. "I mean, interesting, sure, but I really don't think Nazis or the Holocaust are something I want to deal with when I've got a raging St. Patrick's Day hangover..."

[willbethenight]

"Still?" Bruce asked. Since it was evening. "How much did you have to drink?"

[shestheworst]

Britta just kind of looked at Bruce for a moment.

"It's St. Patrick's Day," she reminded him. "It's, like, unpatriotic, or something, if it's not a lot. And that's what I had."

There was a faint wince of pain, and she quickly popped a carrot into her mouth. "A lot."

After a chew or two, she looked back over to Bruce. "Did you do anything exciting?" Was Wayne an Irish name? Probably not, but wasn't that one kid Nathan Irish? If hitching to NYC hadn't been such a good plan, she bet he could have probably partied hard. Unless he was Scottish. Whatever. Too much thinking going on.

[willbethenight]

It was possible that Britta had some strange views on patriotism. But hopefully the day-long hangover would teach her something. "Not really. Hit a couple bars on the mainland, but I mostly laid low. Too bad I didn't catch you anywhere. It sounds like I missed a lot of fun."

He spent the day in a cave playing with oxygen distribution. He was a liar.

[shestheworst]

Despite the headache, despite the hangover, Bruce's comment about missing a lot of fun was worth the pain of nodding her head emphatically. "I think I puke green for about half an hour this morning."

Yes, that was pride in her voice, thank you kindly.

[willbethenight]

"Hopefully that only ever happens on March 18th," Bruce said.

[shestheworst]

"And March 19th when St. Patrick's Day lands on a Friday instead," Britta pointed out with a grin.

[willbethenight]

"You really are committed to partying when the occasion calls for it, aren't you?" Bruce asked.

[shestheworst]

"Hey," said Britta, shrugging her shoulders and grinning proudly, "if you're going to do something, don't do it half-assed. You've got to go all out, am I right?"

[willbethenight]

"As long as you can deal with whatever color your vomit is when you're done, I agree," Bruce joked.

[shestheworst]

"I think even if I started puking rainbows and sparkles, I'd be okay," Britta reasoned, and then gave that considerable thought. "I mean," she added, "great gay bars in New York."

[willbethenight]

"Honestly, then I'd suggest going to the clinic, just in case," Bruce said. "So you're from New York?"

[shestheworst]

Britta shook her head...carefully. "Colorado, actually," she said, with a withering look that showed just how cool she thought that was. "I can't even tell you how much better it is to be able to hitch a ride up to New York whenever I want to go out. I mean, okay, sure, Denver, but...Denver."