xp_logs | Alison and Lorna play catch up.

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Sunday morning, Alison reminds her roommate that she didn’t actually leave the party with the one she came with. Lorna feels bad but not enough that she doesn’t tease Alison about Haroun. That's what roommates are for.

Smiling a bit to herself while humming one of the more interesting tunes from last night's ball, Alison stepped out of her bedroom, one hand running through her hair and spiking it up haphazardly as she headed for Lorna's door. They hadn't come back at the same time, which meant that the small thing Alison wanted to point out to Lorna had to wait until the morning. Early morning, in fact, Alison noted as she spotted the clock on the wall. Good to know Haroun hadn't worn her out too badly, if she was still getting up at decent hours.

Lorna was awake, her head on Alex’s chest, listening to him breathing. She pressed a kiss to his forehead then slid out of bed to answer the soft knock on her door. She pulled it open a crack and smiled out at Alison, “Morning, roomie,” she said softly, raising a finger to her lips to indicate the need for quiet, “What can I do for you?”

Alison smiled crookedly, stepping backwards in a silent invitation for Lorna to follow her. There was a smidgen of guilt at the realization that she was taking Lorna away from her no longer an ex-boyfriend, but what was done was done, after all. "Got a minute? This won't take long."

Lorna glanced back at Alex to be sure he was still sleeping peacefully then nodded. She slid out of her room and closed the door gently behind her. Her first instinct was to grab some coffee so she crossed the room to do so. “What’s up?” she asked, once she had acquired herself a cup. She folded herself onto the couch expectantly.

Following her to the room and flopping down on the other end of the couch unceremoniously, Alison shrugged a bit. "Well. There was this guy with a black eye and a bit too much to drink who tried to make the best of his evening after being slugged and his date hauling off that I stuffed into a cab to make sure he got home and all... you might know him." She added the last words not too unkindly, giving Lorna a meaningful look.

Lorna’s contented feeling melted away along with all the blood in her face, though the blood came rushing back almost immediately as contentment was replaced by embarrassment. “Oh Christ, Brent. I totally forgot. Was he really upset?”

A wry look greeted that question. "How would you have felt in that kind of situation, Lorna? He got socked by a guy who took off with his date. There's people looking at him funny all night which is one thing and then there's being dumped there by the person who asked him to come to the thing in the first place? I got him some ice from the caterers," she added, helpfully. "Should be bruising beautifully today."

“I’m going to hell.” Lorna groaned and slapped herself on the forehead. “I honestly never even thought about it. I’m totally going to have to, like, grovel on Tuesday for this one.” She made a face and drank her coffee. “Thanks for taking care of him, Ali. Did he say anything?”

"Put on a happy face and pretended everything was fine. Tried to mingle a bit, kept to himself other bits. I spoke to him a little but I didn't talk to him all night." She smiled a bit, leaning back in the couch. "Had my own date and all, mmm? Even if we're only friends. It was nice to be out dancing again without an inducer."

Lorna tucked that little piece of information into her brain and decided to seek out Haroun sooner rather than later. “Pretended he was fine or was fine? I mean, I can’t see him wanting to throw himself from a rooftop or anything.”

"Pretended but I don't think he was about to contemplate anything dramatic, no. Apologies though? Not a bad idea." Stretching out her legs and eyeing her be-socked toes pensively, Alison shook her head. "Drank a bit, but wasn't stone cold drunk when I sent him off home."

“He was already pretty drunk when Alex hit him.” Lorna winced, “I really wish he hadn’t done that. Yeah, I’ll definitely be apologizing to Brent when I see him.” She cast a sidelong look at Alison, “So…you had a good time with Haroun?”

Alison smiled slowly, nodding. "Yes." The answer was firm and assured. "Had a great time in fact - he's a good dancer. Puts a lot of enthusiasm into it, which is a helluva lot more fun than some of the expert dance guys you met sometimes for stage stuff who had no heart for it." She wrinkled her nose at Lorna, eyes gleaming with amusement. "He's a horrible flirt." She glanced out the window, smile fading a bit as she caught a glimpse of the lake and remembered the talk with Sam there, late after the ball, when everyone was back home and asleep.

Lorna grinned, remembering her own conversations with Haroun. “He really is. It’s delightful.” She wrinkled her nose right back at Alison. “So are you going to go out with him again? Or have you decided to take vows and become Sister Mary Superstar?”

Sputtering a bit, Alison threw a cushion at Lorna. "Wench! I am not a nun!" she exclaimed, although at the same time, it had been a hell of a while... Sam was always a gentleman. Damn it. she thought, wistfully. "Sure, if he wants to go dancing again or something. It's just for fun. And since I don't do casual, it won't go any further than that."

Lorna ducked the cushion easily and pressed a finger to her lips, “Shh, Alex is still sleeping.” She giggled, green eyes dancing. “Dinner, dancing maybe a walk or flight under the stars?”

The mention of a flight under the stars brought back the morning hours' encounter all too keenly and Alison took refuge in throwing her another cushion already, groaning in mock horror. "Oh no. We're all doomed, aren't we? Now that you're back with Alex, we'll all be fodder for the romantic date of the week!"

Lorna caught the cushion, snickering and launched it back. “Ha, I’m off the hook. Everyone will be so sick of us being apart that we’re safe now that we’re together. You, on the other hand, will suffer to torments of the addition challenged.” Lorna stretched until her back cracked.

Alison raised an eyebrow at that, and grinned wickedly. "Ooh. Needing to stretch some, mmm?" she moved on quickly, ready to dodge any oncoming cushion. "Well, at least Shiro and I are now safe from the moping roomies of doom." She intoned the last dramatically, posing as she said it.

Lorna stuck her tongue out at Alison, “Shush you, we slept, that’s all.” She smacked a pillow into the pose of woe. “Besides, you probably liked mopey Lorna. She’s much quieter.”

"Quieter?" Alison gaped at her, shaking her head. "You kept muttering Shakespeare to yourself all the time. And banging things around! And breaking things! Nice things!" Alison grinned wickedly, barely resisting any cracks about loud sex sometime soon. Because oh god, that was just reminding her how celibate she was.

“You’re making up the Shakespeare,” Lorna retorted, “And you hid all the really pretty breakable things. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” She stretched again; she really was going to have to beg a backrub from Alex, this was ridiculous. “I was quiet most of the time.”

"Am not. Can quote them all - you got repetitive." Snickering, Alison reached for another cushion, only to discover there were none left to throw. "And I only hid the sentimental things and replaced them with new ones. I should take them out of storage now, I guess."

Lorna hmphed and flung herself off the couch with mock-indignance. “I’m shocked and appalled by your suggestion.” She flipped her hair dramatically. “I’m going to my room.” She sailed across the living room with great élan and slid back inside. Alex was still sleeping so she just curled up next to him and went back to listening to him breathe.

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