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| Moby Slick | |
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| Participants | Julian Lorna |
| Synopsis | Party's over and the consequences have been laid out on the line. Then there's the matter of the snowball fight. |
| Location | Xavier School - Library |
| Time | January 21, 2016 |
| Posted By | Lorna |
It's been a rather hectic week, to say the very least. On Monday, Lorna got called into one of the professor's rooms and was the recipient of an extremely long lecture about decorum and how the students should be acting. Between the lines: Don't take under aged boys to adult parties. Extra homework was given to keep the young woman completely busy and the matter of a few low grades had been brought up. Small point, Lorna should spend more time at the school and less time in the city.
Toward that end, Lorna can be found sitting at one of the large tables in the library pouring over a book. It was her required reading for English two weeks ago (test failure? probably). Every turned page is met with a long sigh. Required reading had never been her most favorite of passtimes, except when the book was a truly romantic one. Moby Dick? Not so much.
No doubt Julian has heard about it too, though he seems as unencumbered about this as anything. He's done his time in detention and as far as he's concerned, everything is square once again. He comes strolling into the library like cock of the walk, not bothering to bring any books with him or anything to suggest he's going to make productive use of his time here. In fact, it might just be the first time he's set foot past the threshold since he arrived. He glances around, looking for that geek who was supposed to have his history paper done by now. No geek is spotted, but that green hair is hard to miss. Julian cocks his head to one side, giving her a considering look, before he strolls over and drops into the chair next to her without waiting for an invitation. "You're concentrating awfully hard," he chides lightly.
"Yeah, well… Unless you can pass my makeup exam for me, I'll be concentrating for days. I only have until Monday to get this entire book read." Lorna says, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she flops the book down on the table. The librarian gives her a frowning look at the abuse of the literary masterpiece but Lorna shrugs it off like a pro. She's here as punishment, not because she actually wants to be. She would rather be reading in her room and staring at the poster on her ceiling. She turns toward her fellow party goer and narrows her eyes slightly and sets her jaw. "So exactly how many people did you tell about the party? Because I got a lecture longer than my arm."
"It's called Cliff Notes and TermPapersOnline.com," Julian explains patiently, as he eyes that heavy book with wary skepticism, like it might jump up and infect him with boring knowledge any moment now. He doesn't even notice the librarian's disapproving look. Probably earning himself another one, he reaches out to prod at the book experimentally, as though it might come to life or do something more interesting - but he's probably joking on that expectation. His gaze goes back to Lorna, eyes opening wide and innocently as he raises his hands. "Hey, don't look at me. I only told trustworthy people. But it wasn't exactly a secret. Maybe it was that chick who stole Brian's phone." Not that he's trying to start a witch hunt - if anything, he sounds rather indifferent. "So worth it though, right?"
His response to her dilemma earns a single raised eyebrow and a lip curled smirk. "For you maybe, you were practically bathing in my friends. By the way… never again. You're way too young to go to an underground party again." She doesn't add the part about it being part of her lecture. "Besides, your parents would probably kill me if I ended up getting you into trouble." Though it's the reverse that would most likely be true in their case. Picking up the book again, she closes it properly after dog earing a page to keep her place. The poor librarian watching is probably going to have a heart attack sometime soon. Crossing one of her legs over the other, Lorna licks her lips and looks at the plain cover of the book in front of her. "They say you can't judge a book by its cover… I think they're completely wrong. All the boring books have plain covers and all the good ones have pictures." What kind of pictures? Well pictures of men kissing women in historical outfits of course!
"Oh come on," Julian protests as she refuses to take him to any further parties. "I was totally the hit of the party. I told you I wouldn't embarrass you. Next time, we just can't get caught." Easy as that. He shrugs his shoulders lazily. "Besides, my parents a) don't care and b) know I'm good at getting into trouble on my own. Don't sweat it. Having an excuse to tell me why they're disappointed in me at least gives us something to talk about." There's a quick shit-eating grin with that, before he glances over at the book again. "Yeah, just looking at that, you can tell it's going to be lame. A story about a whale? Okay, a shark, maybe that'd be worth reading about. But what's the whale do that takes that many pages?"
Lorna opening the book, she flips a few pages and shrugs, "I think it's about the guy that's hunting him? I think? I mean the whale isn't Ishmeal… he's Moby. Why would you name a whale after a lame old singer anyway? Seriously." With a very long sigh, she slides the book to the middle of the table and turns toward the teen. "So more important things! What did you think of my place? Except for the mess… Don't even comment about that. I'm planning a slumber party probably next weekend and I need a cool place for it." And why is she asking Julian a) He's seen the apartment and b) He's there.
Julian glances sidelong at the book with an arched eyebrow. Could be he realizes the whale isn't named after the singer? But his interest in the book stops about there. Propping an elbow up on the table, he plants his chin on his fist, looking at her with those choir boy widened eyes of his. "Are you inviting me to sleep over? I think we're both old enough to call it by its real name…" At least it seems to be more in jest than actually thinking she's suggesting this sort of thing. "Your place is cool, yeah. And hey, a little mess never hurt anyone. Who's on the guest list?" he asks innocently.
Mimicking his pose, Lorna looks deep into Julian's eyes and cracks an innocent smile. "Well I'm old enough, but apparently you.." and one of her fingers flicks out to touch the tip of his nose, "…are not." yes, she's definitely teasing the boy about his age. "Besides, you might be able to get my friends to fawn all over you when they're drunk but I'm sober and I have to see you the next day. They're probably never going to see you again. Unless… do you get real phone numbers or just the ones they give to the guys they're with at a party?" The question about the guest list is politely set aside for the moment, just because this is a much more interesting topic to the woman.
Julian puts on a bit of a scowl - just a little one, but still, it's clear the ribbing about his age gets to him more than most things. "Yeah, but I'm mature for my age. Sexually, that is. And besides, you would not be my first older chick," he informs her loftily. "And we can totally fix the sobriety, if that's a problem." His grin returns with that. Hey, he's all for getting blotto first. To the matter of phone numbers, he shrugs his outside shoulder. "I don't know. I haven't actually tried to call them." It wouldn't do to seem too eager, after all. "My usual real-to-fake ratio is pretty impressive though."
"Seriously Jules? There's no way. If anyone ever found that out it's off to jail I go I go. No way. No guy is worth that kind of risk." The thought of taking the boy to bed is dismissed as quickly as it's brought up, with a smirk and the shake of Lorna's head. "Besides, if you're so great, you'd be worth the wait. Right?" She nudges his leg under the table with her foot by jabbing his calf lightly. A notebook covered in hearts, doodles, swirling initials, and flowers is pulled in front of the woman and she flips it open to one of the blank pages. "For a guest list, I'm thinking Laura, Lucille, Kitty… maybe some of the other girls. Maybe." Then a quick glance is shot in his direction. "Oh! Are you going to the snowball fight?"
"But if it weren't for the risk of incarceration, you'd be all over this, right?" Julian asks with a grin. He actually seems relatively okay with that interpretation. Some people just aren't big risk takers. "And, doll, I am so worth the wait." He makes a bit of a face as his leg gets jabbed, before he sits back in his chair again. Her notebook gets a glance - and he's the immature one? - but he pays more attention to the guest list. "Hot," is his take on it. He's totally going to picture them in skimpy jammies having a pillow fight, of course. To the snowball fight, he shrugs. "I don't know. Sounds kinda … wholesome." He's far too grown up and rebellious for those sorts of things, of course. "Though I could probably kick ass even without my powers."
Shrugging, Lorna begins to doodle little hearts on the page and then lifts her eyes to look at him again with a wide smile. "I'm going. It's going to be so much fun, even if I do get clobbered." She's thought about all of the angles of going. There's the really hot history professor that she's been trying to catch the eye of for over a year. There's a few of the guys in her class that look almost as good as movie stars. The possibilities are nearly endless. Then there's the matter of Laura and hooking her up with a guy that she won't skewer in five minutes. "Seriously, you should go. I bet there's going to be tons of girls from your class there. Heck, they're probably all going. You might get dogpiled again."
"Mm, well there is that," Julian allows. "Chicks do seem to dig it when you let them win." Crazy females. Then again, considering his tendency to irk people in the school, he may well end up being a target several times over. Who knows. "Still, I don't know. A snowball fight is kinda…" But it's also a chance to be competitive and show off. Dilemma. "Well, I'll think about it," he grants. "Just because you begged me to come." There's a grin with that, suggesting he's fully aware that's a rather radical interpretation of the text. That's part of the fun, really.
Giving him a liberal roll of the eyes, Lorna reaches out to give him a light smack on the chest with the back of her hand. "Yeah, I begged. Let's just tell the whole school that and get me into more trouble. Like I need it." Chewing on her lower lip, she considers the little hearts very carefully before drawing one of them into a little puppy. "SO!" The little outbirst of the word is answered with a stern 'ssshhh!' from the librarian and Lorna blushes just a little and lowers her voice. "…so… There's this guy in my history class that I think is pretty hot, do you think I should ask him out for a hot chocolate or something sometime? Last time I invited a guy over to my apartment he … well it really didn't go over too well."
Julian makes a face, rubbing at his chest and hamming it up as if that little smack actually hurt. "Jeez, so violent. Who am I going to tell? I'm not a rat." He's really not! "Of course, you keep beating me up in the library and someone's going to notice." As she studies the hearts, he takes the opportunity to actually look around the library again. Lookit all those books. He cracks a grin when she upsets the librarian, approving of this behaviour, and returning his attention to her. Though he seems slightly skeptical about being part of this girl-talk stuff. "Sure. Ask him out. Why not?" He pauses, unable to hold back his curiosity. "Why? What happened with the last guy?"
"Ugh, you really don't want to know." Lorna says quietly, giving him a conspiratorial little glance before leaning in further and whispering to him. "We got trapped in an elevator… He kind of saved my life by catching me while I fell. So I invited him to my place for a drink, right? Oh god. I caught him looking at my boobs and I got mad, really mad. And I kind of lost control… I mean, he's older, he's supposed to be more mature. He's not supposed to be looking at my chest." Then, pursing her lips a little, she colors in one of the little heart doodles and shrugs, "so yeah. I lost control, but he was pretty cool. Turns out he used to go here."
"Reeeeally," Julian replies, seeming more amused by this horror story than anything. "Sorry, just hard to picture you getting actually mad. I bet it was adorable." The boy just can't help playing with fire, though it's just careless razzing, not meaning any harm. "Just goes to show that older isn't always better. Rookie mistake. That's what peripheral vision is for." Duh. "Though I can't really blame the guy." Hey, it's a compliment. Sort of. "So talk to this new guy. See if he talks to you or the lovely ladies there. If he passes, ask him out. I don't know why you chicks have to make everything so complicated."
"Adorable, whatever… My pictures went all slanted and I almost hit him in the head with a lamp. Does that sound adorable?" Lorna just shakes her head at the very thought and rolls her eyes again. She begins to color in the dog with a plaid pattern, coloring in the little squares at odd intervals. "Okay, so just ask him out… got it." In her mind, the scene is playing out between her and the history teacher with him alternately saying yes to the invitation, saying no, and completely humiliating her.
Julian just chuckles at the idea of Lorna being so mad. It's hard to find the perky coed actually threatening, even when she lays it out like that. Then again, he's had Laura threaten his family jewels at one point, so his threshold for 'scary chicks' has been adjusted accordingly. "Yeah, just ask him out. Don't do that girl thing and overthink it. You're cool and he'd be lucky to go out with you. That's how I do it, anyway. Only, you know, with a chick instead of a guy."
