you don't have to say what you did; I already know, I found out from him

[psychoenough]

This dinner comes as the direct result of momentary insanity on Annie's part. (Perhaps impulsiveness is a better term for it, but where she's concerned, the two often go hand in hand.) She is, for the most part, a realistic girl, one who had no expectations of winning much at all during Casino Night, let alone enough to partake in the auction. As

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[zuckered]

Facing a myriad of responses from fans and haters alike isn't new to Mark Zuckerberg. What started off as a couple of pretty shrewd groupies- truly, they climbed on that bandwagon pretty early, and had the girls been more compatible with either Mark or Wardo, who knows where they'd be today- quickly blossomed to practically an entire culture, with people inventing applications for facebook, trying to secure themselves the next big hit. Mark could remember certain applications being especially popular. The Honesty Box, for one, which was more or less just a way for people to anonymously send messages to their facebook friends, meant to be used for confessions or other such things. (To Mark, it felt a little high school- but then again, what college student didn't yearn for things from high school, now and again?) Mark's used to receiving angry letters about the lack of privacy on facebook (although really, how stupid can people get, when the settings say that they default to all of one's friends seeing photos, why does it surprise them

[zuckered]

It's interesting, how quickly she quiets down. Mark supposes that it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that Annie wouldn't feel great about exposing a part of her past that is, in truth, none too glamorous- but then, he thinks, why expose it in the first place? Maybe she's testing him. Maybe she's been pleasantly surprised. Either way, it doesn't change the fact that Mark sees no reason to be anything but honest in his reaction to this news, and while he thinks that turning back to Adderall would be a stupid move, he can see why she tried in the first place. Pharmacists and doctors don't exactly make the drug sound as dangerous as it is, nor ever mention how closely it aligns with some of the most addictive recreational drugs around. She might as well have been taking crack cocaine, for all the good the Adderall probably did her

[psychoenough]

This time, she finds herself entranced by his hands as opposed to her own. The only movement within immediate range, her eyes follow when he reaches for the bread basket, trailing his fingers as they piece the bread apart. Annie herself feels too sick to stomach anything just now, nerves taking their toll as they are wont to do, but she doesn't mind watching, using the time to consider the question.

Truthfully, this one is a no-brainer; she may attend a community college, but she is far from aimless, and thus far has kept rather strictly to her four year plan. "Hospital administration," answers Annie, realizing only once the words escape her that there was the small matter of hoping to impress. Granted, she stomped all over that opportunity the moment she divulged her life story, but she doubts that her career path will strike him as interesting.

[zuckered]

For a minute, he's able to forget the fact that he isn't home in Palo Alto. The humidity of the island, present even within the walls of the Compound, reminds him of the muggier days in Palo Alto. They aren't frequent, of course, but the sensation against his skin is still painfully familiar, the beckon of a world that Mark wants, some days, to go back to more than anything else. Whether or not there are opportunities afforded by Tabula Rasa that he'd never have at home, the fact still is that Mark Zuckerberg is a fish out of water here, desperate enough to find interest in a young woman from community college, who'd dropped out of school earlier thanks to an Adderall addiction