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[whatdiesinside]

Idle hands are the devil's tools; Snafu can feel them itching against the rough catch and drag of new denim on his thighs, trying to scratch it smooth and scratch that--that itch they always have. He's not going to be much use to the devil today, not enough room to pace off the excess energy in the frame of the door. Just the rec room to one side

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[nothingtomiss]

The snow doesn't bother Brad so much. He misses surfing but there's still plenty of opportunity to push himself and he gets out enough. He's stamping the snow off his boots when he sees Snafu in the doorway. One eyebrow arches.

"Issues?"

[whatdiesinside]

At least it's a friendly face, and Snafu stands a little straighter and almost wonders what to do with the ashes before remembering that it's just a fucking concrete floor and there are worse things a building can withstand than ash stains, and he lets them drop where they may.

"Maybe," he grunts, eyes flicking up at the mistletoe. Friendly face, but not friendly enough for how he understands this trick to work. "Depends on how soon I've gotta take a piss," he decides, grinning slow around the cigarette.

[nothingtomiss]

Brad takes in the mistletoe with an impassive face; he hasn't got caught under it himself, but he's heard. He takes it in for a moment and then grins.

"Give me fair warning. I'll find you a fucking bucket."

[whatdiesinside]

"'Cause you're the practical sort," he snorts, head tipped back against the frame on a laugh, and he slumps into it again, giving in to the fucking joke his life has become. "Guess I'll just live here as a warning to others until the snow clears out."

[rhymingdevil]

I had been trying to avoid the mistletoe and so far, so good. I hadn't gotten caught under it even once and I hadn't even been strong-armed into rescuing someone from it. The latter, I don't know how I managed, but I was on my way back to Savannah's with a cup of coffee when I saw the guy there. Merriell, I think he said his name was, and I tried to stifle a groan. Damn.

"How long has it had you under there?"

[whatdiesinside]

The smile cutting his face lacks humor or warmth, is just that--something cutting, something like a grimace. Plenty of people pass through here every goddamn day, and he gets the dead man. The dead man with a face he almost knows, but Sledge isn't here to help him find the name for it.

Just one more abortive, stupid feeling with Eugene attached to it. Taking a moody drag from his cigarette, Snafu tilts his head away, then back, thinking it over. "Getting toward half an hour, maybe."

[rhymingdevil]

I figured it'd been a while, given he'd given up and started smoking inside, but Merriell seemed like the kind of guy who'd say fuck it and smoke indoors anyway, rules be damned. My brother Jeff had been a guy like that, right down to the cigarette.

"No pretty girls wandering by to take pity? I'd have to think there'd be at least one."

Savannah, I know, if only because she was too sweet not to help someone.

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu's head rolls on the axis of his neck, one shoulder to the other, and he breathes out a thin cloud of smoke, squints through it at--Nichols, he can remember this fucker's name but not an enchanted door, how useful. "Now where's the fun in that," he drawls, sliding a little lower against the frame, fidgeting with his hips and crossing his arms over his chest, because if he can't get out of this, the least he can be is entertained.

[first_pink_lady]

So she wasn't that much of a goddamn bad seed, not really, but she did find the magnetic mistletoe pretty fucking hilarious. Especially when angry-looking fellas got their panties in a twist over it.

She stuck a hand on her hip and couldn't help the smirk as she gave him a look up and down. "Got a spare for a lady?" She asked, nodding to his cigarette.

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu gives her the once-over right back, shifting and slouching in the space he's allowed to move. "Got no proof you are one," he drawls, smiling nice and slow at her.

If she gets too close she's as stuck as he is, which could work out for him, but he still considers it when he pulls another cigarette from his coat. "I got one for whoever can get me out of here," he concedes, letting her make up her own damn mind about it.

[first_pink_lady]

It had always been nice to have a shiny pink jacket as proof, if nothing else. There was probably something of that irony shit in the title too.

She smiled a little bit wider, titling a bit to show herself off to the best advantage - if he was looking, he might as well get an eyefull. "Shoot, honey, it's far easier to proove I ain't one than I am. Guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

Her eyes flicked to the cigarette and back up to his face, and she snickered. "That's how it is, huh? You always gotta barter your way into some back seat bingo?"

[whatdiesinside]

Snafu's smile doesn't go wider, just sharper, something less than a smile as his amusement goes dark and ugly. "It's a lot worse than that," he promises her, and that's sure to earn him some fucking help, but who's he to lie to the girl?

Who's he to do anything? Dropping the expression, his eyes slide away from her face, back to something sullen. "You can have one anyway," he says, tossing it to her so she won't get too close. Yeah, it's a lot worse than some fucking barter, but not for people like her.

[chasinghumanity]

It was the smell of the cigarettes that attracted his attention. The best way for Mitchell to stave off one addiction had been with another, but on the island it wasn't so easy to just pop off to the shop and grab a pack. He had effectively been clean for far too many months to just ignore that smell.

He came in through the kitchen, a cup of coffee clasped in one hand, and grinned when he rounded the corner and saw what was up. "Shit, mate," Mitchell chuckled. "You stuck?"

[whatdiesinside]

Rolling his eyes mistletoe-ward, Snafu blows a line of smoke up at it, closes them against the back draft and doesn't sigh. "Looks that way," he says, settling back against the doorway at a less comfortable, more sullen angle. "Holdin' down the fort for everybody else."

[chasinghumanity]

"Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated," Mitchell replied, smirking. He licked his lips, watching the play of smoke in the air and wondering why these sharp urges for a cigarette only hit him unexpectedly. Addictions made no sense.

He took a sip of his coffee. "You got someone you want to help you out of that mess?"

[whatdiesinside]

"Ain't that picky," he says, thinking of Zelda and how convenient it'd be for her to put in a goddamn appearance, the way she always just shows up when he probably needs her around. "Been here too long to go turnin' people down, be nice to get out before I gotta take a shit." He smiles at that, slow and sharp like it's a joke, but he's had his fill of shitting in public.

[yeah_wow_lovely]

"Oh wow." Cassie's arms are full of clothes from the box, some horrid, some not, and all of which she intends to wear in some form or another, be it in their intended use or not.

Balancing the lot in the curve of one arm, she shows him her left hand, bits of bright red on the side of her thumb and the curve between her thumb and forefinger. She puts them together to form a mouth. "I thought. Perhaps this might work, but." Cassie grins and kisses it. "It doesn't."

[whatdiesinside]

Helpless to it, Snafu laughs, the sound wheezing out of him with a lungful of smoke. Coughing, he holds the cigarette as far from him as he's able, and he supposes the way the smoke filters out into the hall and rec room is a good thing, means he won't suffocate in the doorway, but it's still really fucking strange. When his hands try to chase it, they don't hit anything so much as slow and slip, unable to go any further. "Never thought of that," he says, shaking his head and drawing on the cigarette again.

She's not so sad today, but her body still looks frail, all its substance in her bright blonde hair and somehow, her happiness doesn't make him itch to put it out. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to help me out?"

[yeah_wow_lovely]

Cassie watches his hand wave and fall, the other holding his cigarette, half burnt down now. He's been here for some time. "I could do," she says, "but there's a terrible danger that you'll fall in love with me. Though I suppose..." Catching a lock of blond hair between her fingers, Cassie twirls it. "I could make it very horrible just in case?"

[whatdiesinside]

"Whatever works for you," he snorts, settling sideways against the frame, head tilted down and those big eyes peering up at her fingers. Someone else, they'd probably already love her. "Though if it's the only one I'm gonna get, we could leave the rest up to chance."