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Effy and Quentin | Backdated to 4/13/15
Quentin and Effy have a "discussion" during class. Or classes, as the case may be. What's a little distance when you're a telepath?
Quentin leaned back in his seat, twirling his pencil between his fingers. Blah blah blah - he knew this shit, backwards and forwards. No need to pay attention.
What he didn't know was just what'd happened the other night with Becky. He'd figured he'd pretty much dreamed the whole thing at first - well, mostly because someone had obviously stuck something in one of his drinks that'd made him toss his cookies all over the bathroom, and he'd been pretty much focused on that. And then he'd seen the pictures.
Which might've been Photoshopped. He wouldn't have put it past her. Or she might've taken advantage of whatever he'd been drugged with to get past his shields and done...damn near anything. Granted, he could take a peek in her head and find out, but the idea didn't hold a whole lot of appeal. Especially when there was an easier option.
Yo, Effy. How's class? Boring as this one?
Effy quirked an eyebrow towards the wall nearest to the telepath that was actually trying to speak with her. Odd really, that Quentin. She wasn't quite sure what her roommate saw in him. Deciding this could be a much more interesting endeavour than the history lesson currently being given, she thought and hoped his shields were down enough to catch, Aren't they always?
Oh come on, you're not going to tow the line and insist that our educational institution is the most stimulating experience of your life? I'm so disappointed." Quentin smirked.
I think we both know that I have been far more stimulated than this, Effy teased, her own smirk emerging. Though she herself had pretty good shields, she was sure Quentin had picked up something from Becky's mind. After all, Effy had not been shy about telling her roommate about her sexuality.
Yeaaaah, might've picked up on that. We should get together sometime. His smirk faded a little. This was the tough part, but lying to another telepath was an exercise in futility. But first, I need some help.
How can I be of service, Mr. Quire? Effy asked, curiosity only slightly peaked. She had guesses after all.
You can take a peek in your roommate's head and find out how she got those pictures? Quentin suggested hopefully. I'd do it myself, but there's no way I'm letting my shields down around her. Also, because Becky's brain sort of creeped him out, but he didn't figure that needed to be said. I'll owe you one.
Well you two got pretty cozy at the party--or don't you remember? Poor naive Becky--while Effy knew her roommates pipedreams of a hook up turning into a relationship were far fetched, it would probably crush her roommate to know he didn't even remember.
Of course I remember, Quentin argued, his indignation evident in his mental tone. Well, mostly. The details are fuzzy. I'm just concerned that there's stuff I don't remember. Like what was going on when she took that picture.
Tsk tsk Quentin, here I thought you could hold your liquor better than that, Effy told him, mentally assessing how much she wanted to mess with him. In truth, Becky had been a pretty open book, mentally, about what had happened. But since he didn't know what had happened... What, afraid poor Becky took advantage of you?
The thought's come to mind, Quentin countered. He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat to stare at the ceiling. Not like she's not capable. And, y'know, kinda insane? Which yeah, had been seriously hot when he was drunk and she was hanging on everything he said, but...
Honestly, it was maybe still kind of hot. Fuck. What was wrong with him, anyway?
Effy felt herself bristle just a bit at Quentin's accusation. Yeah, Becky was...interesting. A different brand of loony than Effy was, sure, and yeah, she definitely had her obsessive side, as evidence by her thought that making out with him last night meant they were together.
But Quentin was kind of a wanker. And Effy didn't feel a need to be particularly kind to wankers.
Not anymore than the rest of us, Effy countered, staring intently at the wall, and choosing not to answer his question yet. Let him stew.
Ummm...did she ever mention what she did when she met me? Quentin observed, tilting his chair back on the back two legs. But whatever. C'mon, Effy, be a pal. Tell me what happened so I don't make an idiot of myself?
Well pal, I feel as though you've already done that, Effy responded, not the least bit apologetic. Deciding she had let him be nervous long enough, she rolled her eyes and added, You invited her to get a room. You both had too much to drink. You fell asleep.
I invited- Right. Okay. Too much to drink. Nothing happened, which was...
Good. Of course it was good. Because it was Becky, and he was still trying to get an in with Sharon, and...
Fuck. If it was a good thing, why was he actually disappointed?
Awesome, he thought when no answer to that question immediately materialized. I owe you one, Eff. Name it.
For the love of my sanity, sort this out with Becky. Effy fired back immediately. She, personally, did not want to hear Becky swoon over him any longer. She thinks your beer goggles mean that you have an interest in her even whilst sober.
Yeeaaah, not exactly what he'd had in mind. He couldn't exactly blame her, though. If Becky drove him nuts when sober, it ha to be exponentially worse to be her roommate. On the flipside, he needed Becky, because while most of the night was pretty fuzzy, he definitely remembered her agreeing to help him out with his project. Yeah, fine. Straightening it out. He smirked. So, when are you going to stop resisting the irresistible charm of Quentin Quire?
Perhaps once you acquire some, Effy fired back, her smirk growing more pronounced. It was probably all for the best that her other classmates were distracted.
Quentin let out a snort of laughter, drawing the attention of both the teacher and his nearest classmates. He shrugged it off casually and smirked. Good one. Always a pleasure, Effy. He hung up by sticking his shields back up, smirk fading as he stared unseeing at the ceiling. Right. Now all he had to do was figure out what to do about Becky. This was going to be fun.
Effy rolled her eyes and sighed. Wankers, the lot of them.
Quentin leaned back in his seat, twirling his pencil between his fingers. Blah blah blah - he knew this shit, backwards and forwards. No need to pay attention.
What he didn't know was just what'd happened the other night with Becky. He'd figured he'd pretty much dreamed the whole thing at first - well, mostly because someone had obviously stuck something in one of his drinks that'd made him toss his cookies all over the bathroom, and he'd been pretty much focused on that. And then he'd seen the pictures.
Which might've been Photoshopped. He wouldn't have put it past her. Or she might've taken advantage of whatever he'd been drugged with to get past his shields and done...damn near anything. Granted, he could take a peek in her head and find out, but the idea didn't hold a whole lot of appeal. Especially when there was an easier option.
Yo, Effy. How's class? Boring as this one?
Effy quirked an eyebrow towards the wall nearest to the telepath that was actually trying to speak with her. Odd really, that Quentin. She wasn't quite sure what her roommate saw in him. Deciding this could be a much more interesting endeavour than the history lesson currently being given, she thought and hoped his shields were down enough to catch, Aren't they always?
Oh come on, you're not going to tow the line and insist that our educational institution is the most stimulating experience of your life? I'm so disappointed." Quentin smirked.
I think we both know that I have been far more stimulated than this, Effy teased, her own smirk emerging. Though she herself had pretty good shields, she was sure Quentin had picked up something from Becky's mind. After all, Effy had not been shy about telling her roommate about her sexuality.
Yeaaaah, might've picked up on that. We should get together sometime. His smirk faded a little. This was the tough part, but lying to another telepath was an exercise in futility. But first, I need some help.
How can I be of service, Mr. Quire? Effy asked, curiosity only slightly peaked. She had guesses after all.
You can take a peek in your roommate's head and find out how she got those pictures? Quentin suggested hopefully. I'd do it myself, but there's no way I'm letting my shields down around her. Also, because Becky's brain sort of creeped him out, but he didn't figure that needed to be said. I'll owe you one.
Well you two got pretty cozy at the party--or don't you remember? Poor naive Becky--while Effy knew her roommates pipedreams of a hook up turning into a relationship were far fetched, it would probably crush her roommate to know he didn't even remember.
Of course I remember, Quentin argued, his indignation evident in his mental tone. Well, mostly. The details are fuzzy. I'm just concerned that there's stuff I don't remember. Like what was going on when she took that picture.
Tsk tsk Quentin, here I thought you could hold your liquor better than that, Effy told him, mentally assessing how much she wanted to mess with him. In truth, Becky had been a pretty open book, mentally, about what had happened. But since he didn't know what had happened... What, afraid poor Becky took advantage of you?
The thought's come to mind, Quentin countered. He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat to stare at the ceiling. Not like she's not capable. And, y'know, kinda insane? Which yeah, had been seriously hot when he was drunk and she was hanging on everything he said, but...
Honestly, it was maybe still kind of hot. Fuck. What was wrong with him, anyway?
Effy felt herself bristle just a bit at Quentin's accusation. Yeah, Becky was...interesting. A different brand of loony than Effy was, sure, and yeah, she definitely had her obsessive side, as evidence by her thought that making out with him last night meant they were together.
But Quentin was kind of a wanker. And Effy didn't feel a need to be particularly kind to wankers.
Not anymore than the rest of us, Effy countered, staring intently at the wall, and choosing not to answer his question yet. Let him stew.
Ummm...did she ever mention what she did when she met me? Quentin observed, tilting his chair back on the back two legs. But whatever. C'mon, Effy, be a pal. Tell me what happened so I don't make an idiot of myself?
Well pal, I feel as though you've already done that, Effy responded, not the least bit apologetic. Deciding she had let him be nervous long enough, she rolled her eyes and added, You invited her to get a room. You both had too much to drink. You fell asleep.
I invited- Right. Okay. Too much to drink. Nothing happened, which was...
Good. Of course it was good. Because it was Becky, and he was still trying to get an in with Sharon, and...
Fuck. If it was a good thing, why was he actually disappointed?
Awesome, he thought when no answer to that question immediately materialized. I owe you one, Eff. Name it.
For the love of my sanity, sort this out with Becky. Effy fired back immediately. She, personally, did not want to hear Becky swoon over him any longer. She thinks your beer goggles mean that you have an interest in her even whilst sober.
Yeeaaah, not exactly what he'd had in mind. He couldn't exactly blame her, though. If Becky drove him nuts when sober, it ha to be exponentially worse to be her roommate. On the flipside, he needed Becky, because while most of the night was pretty fuzzy, he definitely remembered her agreeing to help him out with his project. Yeah, fine. Straightening it out. He smirked. So, when are you going to stop resisting the irresistible charm of Quentin Quire?
Perhaps once you acquire some, Effy fired back, her smirk growing more pronounced. It was probably all for the best that her other classmates were distracted.
Quentin let out a snort of laughter, drawing the attention of both the teacher and his nearest classmates. He shrugged it off casually and smirked. Good one. Always a pleasure, Effy. He hung up by sticking his shields back up, smirk fading as he stared unseeing at the ceiling. Right. Now all he had to do was figure out what to do about Becky. This was going to be fun.
Effy rolled her eyes and sighed. Wankers, the lot of them.