xp_logs | Jan and John log, Wednesday morning

Jan stops by John's room for her annual acquisition of a guy to go to prom with her. It doesn't exactly go as planned.

Jan reached out to knock on the door, but finding it slightly open she shrugged and pushed the door open. "Hello? Anybody home?" she called out. Not receiving an answer, she grinned, shrugged again and stepped inside.

The kitchen was a mess and so was the living room. There was a huge pile of dirty laundry sitting next to the couch and empty bottles of beer everywhere. John was standing by the kitchen sink enjoying his late afternoon 'breakfast'; a soggy sandwich. The best kind.

"Are you lost, Thumbelina?" He looked mildly amused as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, but I'm surprised you're not lost in this mess! I mean, ew!" Jan looked around and shook her head. While not one to insist on everything being shiny and clean all of the time, this was a bit much for her.

"Yeah, well, welcome to my little sanctuary." John dropped his half eaten sandwich on a plate and he held it out to her. "Want some?"

"Um, no." Jan made a face at the unappetizing-looking sandwich. "I already ate. Thanks. Um, maybe you missed the memo somehow, but they actually serve decent food here. You don't have to starve or eat week-old sandwiches, you know."

John snorted. "So, what brings you here?"

"Apparently, I wanted to see the messiest room in the mansion," Jan commented. "It wasn't my plan or anything, and I've seen some messy rooms around here, but I think this wins the prize for most disgusting lived-in area. But," she continued, "I came to see about having you take me to the prom here. I'm an RA, so I'm going to chaperone, and I need someone to go with me."

He had zoned out once Jan started commenting about the state of his room but his eyebrows shot up at hearing the mention of prom night. Did she really just ask him to accompany her to the damn event?

"RA?" Fuck if he even knew what that was.

"Yeah, I'm an RA," Jan replied. "Dani, too. Marie used to be the other RA, but then she decided not to be and she asked me to be the second RA so I am." It didn't even occur to her that John didn't know what an RA was.

At the mention of Marie, John finally got what RA meant. It had something to do with crappy duties, like taking care of the living arrangements for the students, etc, etc, etc. Least he thought so. It didn't matter.

John sat on the arm of the couch and lit himself a cigarette. "I'm guessin' no one asked you?"

"Um, there's maybe three guys here who could ask me? Four, maybe?" Jan pondered this for a moment. "Pretty much all the guys who live here are with someone, way too old, or both. Kind of limits a girl's options unless she wants to go out with a girl, you know? I figured you're kind of cute, why not?"

Hn. Flattery will get her somewhere. "Well, you know I don't do proms." He'd even skipped his own. "Frankly, I'm a little surprised you asked. I mean, Jesus Jan, what's in it for me?" John tapped his cigarette, letting the ashes fall onto the floor.

"Excuse me?" Jan asked, staring at John in shock. "I'm hot, ok? I'm not sure what planet you've been living on if you don't get that. I mean, even if you were just into guys you'd know how hot I am, and I didn't think you were the just-into-guys kind of guy."

"Really? You're hot?" A flame shot out of his cigarette butt and John caught it in the palm of his hand. "Seriously?" He shook his head. "I don't know. I'm gonna have to think about it." About going. Not about whether or not she was hot. He wasn't exactly blind. Janet was...cute. Pixie like. John made a face. "You're not gonna expect me to wear a tux, right?"

"I won't expect to see you in a tux if you won't expect to see me out of my stunningly sexy dress after the prom." Jan smirked.

John raised an eyebrow at that. "Let me guess. Out of your prom dress and into your 'My Little Pony' pajamas," he snorted.

"Is that seriously all the imagination you have?" Jan rolled her eyes. "Or do you just have some weird perverted tastes? Because... Little Pony pajamas? That just says something weird about you."

"Well, whatever it is, one thing's for sure, Janet. I'm definitely not gonna put my hopes up that you're gonna be dressed in sexy lingerie," John pointed out. "Besides, I kinda highly doubt that there's much to see or get excited about." He raised his eyebrows and waited for the inevitable slamming of the door in his face.

"Well, you're just never going to get the chance to find out then, are you?" Jan retorted. Jerk. "Whatever. Forget it. I don't need to put up with this from anyone, let alone you." Turning around, she left the room.

"Well, thanks for stopping by!" he yelled after she'd walked out.

A second later, the satisfied smirked on John's face disappeared and he frowned. Dammit. He actually felt somewhat guilty for acting like a first class jerk.