Room 413 | Evening | Friday | July 8

[tripledmyself]

Nathan hadn't had class since yesterday so he was starting on his nice, long weekend right now. It was kind of a fucking shame he hadn't done a goddamn thing with his now single room, using laziness as a convenient excuse. But today, he thought he'd finally be productive. After all, he had two beds, two desks, two of everything and he figured he

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[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona was bored as hell, as it happened, and tempted as she was to just dye her hair another color, she decided to stop killing her lovely tresses and instead sent a text.

bored. give me a reason not to be.

Sure, she could walk upstairs, but she had to find out whether he was even home first.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Well, kind of," she agreed. "I mean, he's not that different from the guys Todd and I used to beat the shit out of. But it totally counts! Also, share." She held out her hand, raising a brow.

[tripledmyself]

"What is the fucking magic word, Ramram?" Nathan asked, grinning at his ridiculous nickname for her.

[dabblinginbitch]

She made a face at that. "Not my name."

[tripledmyself]

"Not the magic word," Nathan retorted, shrugging.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Please," she said, politely. Nicely, even. And she threw in a smile, too.

[tripledmyself]

"Take it," he said and smiled wider, bobbing the joint up and down easily. "I'm not gonna stop you."

[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona raised a brow at him, amused, and reached out to pluck the joint from his mouth.

It sucked that she found this sort of behavior cute. What the fuck was wrong with her.

[tripledmyself]

What the fuck indeed? Nathan just smirked at her before giving the two pushed together desks a look.

"Do you think I need a table for tea and scones?" He wasn't serious at all.

[dabblinginbitch]

"I think you should turn it into a beer pong table," Ramona said honestly before taking a long drag on the joint.

[tripledmyself]

"Please," Nathan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I do not partake in juvenile games like that. If I'm getting ass drunk, I'm gonna be out, dancing on a fucking bar somewhere, not playing some stupid fucking game."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I bet you're just bad at it," Ramona decided.

[tripledmyself]

"Yeah, I have never felt the urge to even play it," Nathan told her, leaning back against one of the desks. "If I want to play with balls, I'll play with my own, thank you very much."

[dabblinginbitch]

"You're missing out," Ramona decided, hopping up to sit on the other desk. She surveyed the room thoughtfully. "You gonna put the beds together?"

[tripledmyself]

"I was thinking of stacking them like bunk beds," he quipped mock eagerly. "I get top bunk! I never got that as a kid because I didn't have any fucking sibling to torture."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I didn't either, even with one," she offered mildly. "I'm not sure stacking's the way to go, though."