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dollpocalypse ([personal profile] dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
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Room 307, Friday Morning

Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.

His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.

And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.

Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.

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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't know."

See how much he cared?

"I don't think she likes you." Pause. "I don't really like you."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kind of picked up on that," Quinn said dryly. "I don't need everybody to like me."

Just the important people.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think Kenzi agrees." Nod nod. "'Cause of how she made me make that commercial."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which commercial?"

Wary Quinn was wary.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"The one for the British guy! With the shooting things!"

Topher had assumed that Kenzi had played it in front of everyone, and was mildly disappointed that she hadn't. Not that he cared one way or another about the student council race, but he had worked hard on that.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"She did a whole campaign ad about Wesley being good with guns?" Quinn had missed it. So sad. "Wow. I think I'm glad she wasn't on my side."

Wesley had many commendable characteristics, as far as Quinn was concerned, but shooting things? Not why he should be on the council.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did a whole campaign ad," Topher corrected her. "And it was hard! He said dorky things! I had to edit them out!"

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"He usually says dorky things," Quinn cheerfully slandered. "It's just a weird choice of topic for a student council ad. Probably lost him some votes."

"So I should thank you for it."
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm... nah."

Whatever that meant.

"Pass."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll survive." Quinn sounded so broken up, really. "Drink some water and try not to drunk dial me again."
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't make that promise!"

Yes, he really could. He was never drinking again. But he'd happily lie about it if it meant ticking Quinn off.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, my sinister womanly wiles are hard to resist."

See, the problem was that Quinn was going to interpret the whole thing -- especially if it was repeated -- as proof Topher had a crush.
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse 2011-09-23 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Incomprehensible splutter! Then click.

Please, Quinn. Topher only had eyes for one Mr. Tony Stark. And only then when he was drunk drunk drunk.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-09-23 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, now Quinn had gotten her laugh for the day. She was grinning as she put her phone away.
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