Pixie Stix Cabin Roof [Sunday, Evening]

[pastmewrong]

Effy didn't know any dead people. Not well enough to get any visitors the last couple days, anyway, and for that she was grateful. Her live and kicking relatives were more than enough for her to deal with

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[fratboybitch]

Alex didn't know why he'd left his alcove and come outside where it was hot but he had. At least the sun was starting to set so the temperature was going down some.

Still, it wasn't dark enough that he couldn't spot someone familiar on one of the cabin roofs and he couldn't help but stopping.

"Cabin that shitty?" he called up to her, arms crossed.

[pastmewrong]

Effy shrugged, assuming if he could see her from down there, he could see that. "Wasn't feeling the kum-ba-ya first night bonding thing." Really, really wasn't.

"Notice you're not chumming up with yours."

[fratboybitch]

"I was in there earlier," Alex told her, wandering closer to the cabin. "And I even got a visitor."

Even if Wesley had been there because he'd gotten his ass lost.

"That mean I'm better than you?"

[pastmewrong]

"No." Never, come on now.

"You write them dirty a dirty limerick too?" It would've drawn her to visit him, if she'd actually remembered which cabin he was in.

[fratboybitch]

"It was a guy so no." God, he hoped not, at least. "That what I sent you? I lost count of what I sent after a few texts. Feeling a little forgetful lately."

Or a little drunk. One or the other.

[pastmewrong]

"That on purpose?" Purposeful memory loss was one she'd tried for herself. Not that reliable. It took a lot of alcohol, and worked better on some occasions than others.

[fratboybitch]

"I haven't had anything to drink today." He shrugged and peered up at her. "Maybe I'm just getting old."

Unlikely.

"Maybe I just sent a lot of dirty texts," he added. "You could be one of many."

[pastmewrong]

"Maybe," she agreed, idly stubbing out her cigarette on the roof beside her and leaning forward to peer down at him. "But if you can't remember, they probably weren't very interesting."

[fratboybitch]

"I can't remember yours." Maybe he could. If he tried. He could be a stubborn ass too. "That mean you're not interesting to me today?"

[pastmewrong]

"Means your poetry wasn't very interesting." Because her not being exciting to him was not an option.

"You remember me." And he didn't remember the poetry, therefore...

[fratboybitch]

"Think so?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow at that even if she couldn't see it. Getting up on the roof would probably be better for conversation but...not yet.

"Why so confident about that?" Especially since he'd been bitchy lately.

[pastmewrong]

"That you remember me?" Well, he was here and talking to her, so... there was that. "Figured it'd be obvious if you didn't."

[fratboybitch]

"Obvious to who?" Alex asked, just poking for answers. "I could just be having a nice day, talking to people I see outside on my way to get trashed."

[pastmewrong]

"All these 'could's and 'maybe's," Effy noted. "Little bit suspicious." They fell back on them a lot when they were doing their vague and non-committy bit.

[fratboybitch]

Alex wasn't going to answer that just yet. Instead, he was going to ask, "Can I fucking come up there? I feel like a Shakespearean hero right now."

[pastmewrong]

A brief hint of amusement tugged at Effy's lips, and she tipped her head back behind her.

"Easy way up 'round the back." Or relatively so. It had been worth the effort. She liked heights, okay?