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George had left yesterday's paranoia and settled straight into full-on crankiness. Puck was avoiding her. Look, she didn't think she was his fucking girlfriend or anything, it was just sex, she got that, but avoiding her!? She didn't have the fucking plague.

And maybe she just wanted to talk to him because this week was making everything confusing and going off and losing her virginity to a complete asshole hadn't helped matters any. But he'd disappeared. Asshole.

So now she had to go into the fucking club and -- what? Why was anyone still coming? What the fuck was wrong with them!?

"Why do I have to talk every week?!" George snapped, smacking her hand on one of the desks. "Why can't any of you be bothered to fucking do something, if you're going to show up? Stop coming! And if you're going to show up, then fucking act like you're here and don't just sit there like you think you're invisible! I hate this club! This whole fucking week has been total bullshit and now I have to sit here and talk to all of you people?"

She fell into her seat in a huff. "Everyone with a Y-chromosome, go fuck yourself. That's today's assignment or activity or whatever. Write an essay on why men are scum and which one you'd kill first. Or set something I fire. I don't even fucking care."

... Just another cheerful day in Apathy Club!

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And now, George was blushing, and examining the tops of her shoes.

"It ... wasn't the only reason," she admitted. "I'd had a bad day, and I just -- wanted to stop thinking and ... I mean, the whole week has been sort of ..."

Erm. Puck was hot. Puck made her knees melt whenever he kissed her, and he'd promised to take care of her and make her feel unbelievable, amazing things. And he had. That part, George had no complaints about.

//Then, if you wanted something more than a good shag and 'goodnight,' you were having it for th'wrong reason, luv.//

Jonothon lifted his shoulders a little.

//The island isn't helping as much, granted. But I wouldn't stake th'whole of yer humanity on a one-night-stand after a bad day, when the entire population's gone absolutely barmy.//

"So I ... shouldn't be upset?" she asked. Honestly asking. She was seriously fucking bad at this, Jono. "I mean, it was .... nice."

Really nice. Like happy-good-feelings nice.

Enjoy the overshare, Jono!

Really, now. As if Jono was worried about overshare. Jono had once stated in casual conversation that he enjoyed handcuffs as a kink.

//Well... Are you upset because you think you ought to be, or are you actually upset?//

George had not discovered kink. 'We took our clothes off' was still new, for her.

"I think ... I'm actually upset," she said, "but just feeling a little ... I don't know. Hollow. After he left like that. It was kind of ... abrupt."

//Well, I wasn't there. But...// He shrugged. //Do you know why he left, at least?//

"Because ... it was over?" George asked.

Wasn't that what people did? Leave afterwards? She was not exactly familiar with the whole ... traditions involved, here.

Well, back when Jono was the sort to actually sleep around, he at least stayed long enough for some coffee and a shower before wandering away forever...

//... Just... like that? He wasn't a stranger, then, was he?//

George, your roommate is a snoop.

"I think we might be friends?" George said. "He knows I'm dead. He scored me some Vicodin when I smashed my leg up. That makes us friends, doesn't it?"

The willingness to steal pharmaceuticals? Maybe she'd been hanging around Mason for too long.

//... It's a start,// Jono allowed.

She also didn't seem certain if Jono was a friend of hers, and so he was going to withhold judgment on the Vicodin thing, at least for a bit.

//So, yer friends. You know one another passingly well, or at least have swapped names by this point. You slept together, and then he made a break for th'door, presumably with enough time to pull his trousers on before he did so.//

"That's about it," she said. "Oh, and he knows I'm a reaper, too. I wouldn't have told him, but it was that day when I just kept telling people things? And there was a bad reap, and I mentioned it. Then it was all death this, drama that, I never got to do anything, let's go somewhere. So ... we did."

It was like asking someone who was tone-deaf to describe an orchestra. 'There were some big wooden things, over there, and the shiny metal ones in the back.'

Honestly, George. Trying to make sense of these things was going to make Jono start smacking himself in the face repeatedly.

//And he's fine with yer being a reaper?//

Jono was trying to figure out whether or not the shiny metal ones were trumpets or tubas, here.

"He kind of thought it was cool," George said, not sure how to take that. "Like I was some superhero from Y-People. And I got all emo about how it wasn't like that, and I said everything's all over. He said it didn't have to be and the rest just ... kind of happened."

Like magic! Magical tubas that played themselves and might or might not be trumpets. Or clarinets.

Possibly piccolos.

//I know asking this one might be a stretch,// he said, at length, //but how did he seem as he left? Awkward? What?//

"Kind of?" she said. "I probably ... did something wrong. What are you supposed to do? It was ... nice for a bit and then really awkward and then he left."

//I doubt you did anything wrong, luv,// Jono all but sighed. //Awkward how, then?//

Now they were getting into the really fiddly things, like how maybe the piccolo had been a fife all along.

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