Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

[fly_so_serious]

The kid sitting in the common room watching Skinemax looked like Joker, and talked like Joker, and watched pornography like Joker, but was not Joker

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[not_a_moonie]

"Hey, Joker," Alana said easily as she wondered into the common room. She'd been ignoring the weirdness because it didn't affect her. "I didn't know you sang."

[fly_so_serious]

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Scott told her with a grin. "And a lot I don't know about you. Let's start with your name, and move on to secret fears and kinky obsessions from there."

He shrugged. "Oh, hey, check it:" It was time for more air guitar.
Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.

Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.

[not_a_moonie]

"I'm Alana," Alana said, giving him a strange look as she decided to play along. "I have this kinky obsession with not telling you about my kinks, and ...

I care a lot, use an analog clock
And never know when to stop
And I'm passive, aggressive
I'm scared of the dark and the dentist
I love my butt and won't shut up
And I never really grew up

She frowned in confusion. "Wait, why am I singing?"

[fly_so_serious]

Scott shrugged. "I dunno. I don't know that one. Who's it by?"