Room 417, Saturday Afternoon

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill was bored. There was nothing on TV. Why was there never anything good on TV when she was bor--ooh, was that the Rock? She flipped back a few channels.

It was the Rock. And Karl Urban! Score!

Within about ten minutes, Jill had realized two, no, three things. One, this movie was not her taste at all. Jack probably would have liked it, though. Two, she thought it might be actually kind of terrible. Three, every time she decided she'd had enough and was changing the channel, the Rock or Karl Urban was going to come onscreen and destroy her resolve, so she was stuck with it.

Well, she figured it was this or Chef vs. City on Food Network, and this had way cuter guys. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon.

((Door and post open!))

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was wandering around at random after Detention, at loose ends, and poked her head in Jill's door. "Hey. Whatcha watching?"

[iamnotallgirl]

"Dinah, hey!" Jill said. "Some horrible sci fi action thing. But it has cute guys." She sighed. "I'm so weak. How's it going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Snickering, Dinah wandered in to sit down next to Jill, and said, "Not bad. Interesting, even. Think I'm going to like this semester. Good classes, even more training.... OOooo, wasn't that guy in that spy movie with Matt Damon?" she asked, immediately diverted. "I think I'm weak too."

[iamnotallgirl]

"I don't know," Jill admitted. "I haven't seen that one. I might have to, though, I do like Matt Damon. I'm in another sex class. I have no idea how this keeps happening. I can't even blame Jack this time." There was a special dollop of resentment in the way she said 'Jack.'

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Which one?" Dinah asked, curious. "And maybe the moose hates you." This was her standard response now. "He was a hot Russian assassin. Which, I heard there's a hot Russian guy at Atlas gym. Or at least he's named Dmitri. That argues for Russian."

[iamnotallgirl]

"I bet it does," Jill grumbled. "Mal moose. My transcripts are gonna look great. If I even go to college." She brightened. "Maybe all the sex classes mean the Christian school my mom wants me to go to won't let me in. And, yeah, Dimitri does sound Russian," Jill said. "Or, someone whose parents really liked Russia, but if he's hot, who cares? Too bad I don't think anyone would buy me suddenly developing a gym habit. Oh, do you want a cookie?" Jill reached under the bed for her junk food stash. "They're Chips Ahoy!, not, 'I have a butler' cookies, but, still cookies." She held out the package and gave it a little shake.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I love Chips Ahoy! too," Dinah protested, all for cookies. "We can't reject cookies and their wonderful artificial sweeteners just because Alfred didn't make 'em from scratch." She grinned and took two, then asked, "So who's teaching the mal sex class? And it's sex ed, can't you get out of it 'cause you took it before?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill shook her head. "No, see, the class before was Sexual Anthropology. So it's, like, different. Like how you can take English Lit or American Lit if, you know, this was a normal school. Plus," she admitted, "the teacher's like, way hot for an old guy. And he's English."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oooo! What's his name?" There could definitely be worse things. Although it had been as un-awkward as possible with Mr. Rogers teaching it last spring. "I get to be TA for Mitchell, who'd very very cute and Irish and teaching Wars and Media. I love accents. Although neither of our teachers for Defense Against the Dark Arts really hits the hotties scale. Still, it's fun to listen to them."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Bond," Jill said. "James Bond. He's kind of, like, rugged, which is not usually my thing, but it looks good on him. And he's got these really blue eyes? Plus I could listen to him read the phone book all day."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh, yes. I had him for Practical Weaponry this summer." Dinah couldn't help smiling. "He gave me Detention for today!" She probably shouldn't sound so happy about that. "And it was a really great class." She tried to imagine him teaching Sex Ed and turned scarlet around the edges. "Wow, that's gotta be... interesting."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Yeah, it's um." Jill blushed. "Yeah. You had detention? That sucks!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah nibbled on her cookie, restraining a giggle, then made a face. "Could've been lots worse. We just had to wear weird Victorian-ish clothes, and get past this skeeeevy doorman and a mega-Goth, then make conversation while having tea. Mitchell is weird. I kinda love that."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Weird, hot, and Irish," Jill said, considering. "I can dig it. I mean, he could've had you write lines or something."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was starting to troll the hallways looking for open doors, and, when she found one, she poked her head in a little and held out a little green plaid bag.

"Hi, Jill! Free candy! Want some?"

[iamnotallgirl]

"Hey, Turtle!" Jill said. "Sure!" She took a piece of candy and offered up her package of Chips Ahoy!. "Want a cookie?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ooooooh," Turtle smiled as she reached in to snag said cookie. "Don't mind if I do! Thanks! How's it going?"

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill shrugged. "Crappy movie with hot guys in it, and now candy. What more can a girl ask for?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ice cream?" Turtle offered with a laugh. "Although it doesn't sound too bad as is."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Oooh," Jill considered, then shook her head. "Nah, I'd have to go into town. Too much effort. So what's this about?" she asked, shaking the little bag of candy.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Just a little offering," Turtle said with a grin, "from the Vote Turtle Wexler for Student Council Representative campaign. Elections are right around the corner."

[iamnotallgirl]

Ohhhh, it was a bribe. "I'll be sure to keep you in mind when I go to the polls," Jill promised.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a bribe! It was just a friendly incentive.

"Thanks, Jill. I've always been really big about being a good representative, so even if I'm not voted in, and you need anything, you just let me know."

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill was not at all averse to a small bribe now and again. "Thanks, Turtle, that's really awesome of you."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a bribe!

"Hey, no problem!" Turtle said. "That's what it's all about, right? Anyway, should I just leave you to your cute guys and cookies?"