Log: What's New, Student Union
From Literepetition
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It's the Student Union, the favored place for most of the auditions to date. Jane's sitting in it, surprisingly without her guitar. She looks tired, although she's not wearing shades, they're hanging from the collar of her t-shirt. She has the remains of a plate of toast in front of her and she's got an open notebook with algebra notes in it. Her hair is black instead of brown, making her face look rather paler than it would, or maybe that's just her, this morning.
The Student Union is in a medium state, this morning, not too crowded, but not empty, either.
Lettie's got on oversized sunglasses that mask the remains of a hangover. Yet, somehow, she is still a bundle of energy. Like she's decided to combat her hangover with two energy drinks and coffee. Lots of coffee. A to-go cup of it is clutched in one hand and she's got her messenger bag on, slung diagonally from one hip to the opposite shoulder as she bounds along in her skinny-heeled boots. Her hair's curled and her makeup is on and she's ready to go it seems. So upon spotting Jane, she waves her free hand and heads in that direction.
Jane looks up, her own energy at seriously low ebb. She waves back, without any of the usual flair about it. But she smiles at Lettie and indicates a seat at her table.
"Hey, Jane, no guitar? I mean don't you usually have it? Is it cold in here? I shoulda brought my sweater. But I didn't but it's okay because I have coffee and it's really hot still so it'll keep me warm," Lettie babbles in one long breath as she pulls her messenger bag over her head and drops it to the table. "Wow you look kinda like crap-- I mean, that came out wrong. I didn't mean it to! You just look tired and pale, you aren't getting sick are you? If you are, I have some really good antioxidant vitamins that'd help."
Jane flinches when Lettie mentions the guitar. "No guitar, no. I couldn't quite bear to look at it, this morning." She looks pained. "I'm fine, I'm kind of hungover and I didn't sleep that well, last night. But yeah, it's kinda cold in here. Drafty. Or maybe that's me, I get cold when I'm tired. Weird night, last night. Really weird. Crappy day, too. How are you doing, Lettie? Hey, you're a drama student, right?"
"Uh huh," Lettie says, sipping from the coffee cup as she pushes her sunglasses onto the top of her head and sits down. "Well, that's my major. I mean for now. I mean yeah, it is." Almost like she's trying to cover up having had second thoughts or something. She's quick to babble on more. "Hate hangovers, but get a couple of chasers into you, yeah they help even the next day sorta, and two bottles of water and some vitamin B and you'll be all set. I think you're right about the draft. We should totally transfer to Hawaii or somewhere warm."
Jane says, dreamily, "Jamaica." Then she blushes, deeply, and says, "Have you thought about joining the Monkeys? We need women who can sing, big time." She nods at the bottle of water she's sipping from, occasionally, and adds, "I'm just glad not to be throwing up, honestly."
Lettie asks, "Monk-- OH! the singing thing. Will told me about it." She shrugs a bit. "I uhm, I dunno. I mean, what would I have to do? And does it count as an extracurricular because my mom's all on my case to join an org. That'd count, right? Get her off my ass about the whole physics crap at least."
Jane says, "It's totally extracurricular, and the auditions are basically just doing some kind of song in public. Most of the time, it's from a musical, but I dragged Bill in on the basis of some rockabilly. Mostly just showing you can sing in public without getting embarrassed and keeping some theatricality about it. Hell, you could stand up and sing, right here and have it be your audition." She gains a bit of energy as she talks about the Monkeys, as though it's a welcome distraction. "Most of the time, we do pickup things, although we're soon putting on a very-reduced Wicked, and we want to do RENT for charity."
For a moment, Lettie looks a little sheepish as she glances around. "I uhm... I don't know either of those. I mean I've /heard/ of them, but uh... haven't ya know, /seen/ them. But I know Evita! I LOVED that movie. Like would that even count? Because I saw the movie and not the live show? I totally have the soundtrack, too."
Jane laughs. "Yes, it counts. Although, RENT is on DVD and I have Wicked on my laptop, as a bootleg, which I can give to you, if you're interested, although at this point, Wicked's about ready to go, so you can just come watch, if you want. But Evita totally counts. Hell, I'm easy, Enchanted would count! It'd be really wicked cool if someone did some song from Enchanted and got the entire lunchroom to join in. Ah, the magic of Disney!"
Lettie's cheeks flush a little at that. "I don't know if anyone would wanna join in," she admits. "But I /did/ like Enchanted. I'm a sucker for a princess fairy tale." She takes another sip of her coffee and leans forward a bit. "So like... right here, right now? In fronta God an' everyone?"
Jane opens her arms wide. "Right here, in front of God and me and everyone. However, no one says you have to do it alone." She looks utterly wicked. "Will and I started this by an entirely impromptu version of a duet from Sweeney Todd, complete with meat knishes."
Lettie makes a bit of a cringe-worthy face. "I'm not so sure my stomach could /handle/ that right now," she teases. "But uhm... let's see. I guess my favorite song from Evita is... okay like I can /not/ believe I'm going to do this. Oh wow. Uhm..." she sloooowly rises and tugs at her tunic shirt and clears her throat, glancing around to make sure there's not any of a certain few people present or she might chicken out.
Jane raises her eyebrows, with a smile, but it's not anything other than friendly anticipation. No making fun. Not like she might not just start singing backup, if it turns out to be necessary.
"what'snewbuenosaires," Lettie starts off in a thin, quiet warbled whispery voice. Almost like she's not sure she wants anyone outside of Jane to hear. "I'm new, I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you you'll be on me too...."
Jane waves her hand in a 'louder' motion. "C'mon, woman, let's hear you!" she says, with a wicked grin. "Hit the back wall! This is your stage, /use/ it! You're /Evita/! She's not afraid of anything or anyone!"
Lettie sorta sinks down a little, lifting her shoulders as if she's trying to hide. "I dunno," she mumbles, looking a bit timid for a moment, raising a hand to push at her hair. "You sure nobody's going to think I'm /nuts/ if they hear? I mean it's different when it's, ya know, like with other people. You don't just wanna like make fun of me for it, right?" It's asked goodnaturedly, as if she knows full well that the answer is no.
Jane stares at Lettie. "Why in the /world/ would I want to make fun of you for doing something I love doing? Oh, honey, you're a /drama/ major. This is what we live for! Making a spectacle of ourselves, doing what we do well. I promise, no one's going to make fun of you! Mostly, people in here ignore us."
Lettie can't help but get that little nervous giggle thing going, the kind where your lips twitch a bit like you're going to smile despite yourself, all out of being nervous. "I know, I just... oh wow. Okay. Okay. Uhm. Alright." She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and then stands up a bit straighter before opening her eyes. "WHAAAAAAT'S NEW BUENOS AIRES?" she belts out as best she can as she gets up onto the chair. "I'm new, I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you, you'll be on me, too." She wobbles a bit, since she's wearing those pointy high heels, but recovers quickly. "I get oooout here, Buenos Aires. Stand back! You outta know what yer gonna get in me, just a little touch of star quality."
Yeah. That's the stuff. Jane joins in as best she can by clapping her hands in the beat that she remembers that song being in, but set to Lettie's beat. Some of the students look up and watch, others notice and then look away, because it's just those theater kids again, next thing you know, they'll be doing Legally Blonde or some such. Jane looks utterly delighted. That's exactly what she meant.
Almost like it's been choreographed, Lettie jumps off the chair, holding onto the back of it to steady herself. "Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt. Overdo me!" she says as she turns the chair around and sits, straddling it backwards. "Let me dance to your beat, make it loud, let it hurt. Run right through me!" She stands and pushes the chair away a couple of inches before turning to the nearest person with his back to her, sitting there trying to mind his own business. "Doooon't hold back, you are certain to impress. Tell the driver this is where I'm staying. HELLO! BUENOS AIRES! Get this! Just look at me, dressed up somewhere to go, we'll put on a show!" She reaches for the guy's arm to tug him up out of his seat.
Jane makes a very loud, appreciative hooting sound and keeps up with the beat. Some of the music students take up the beat, giving Lettie a bit of a background, and the guy she's tugging up out of his seat looks both freaked out and intrigued. Lettieboobs! Singing to him!
Lettie's voice drops a little. She's still singing and projecting in an alright way, though it's not Broadway worthy. But she's now got a dance partner, so she's trying not to SCREAM a belt voice into his ear. Besides, she's trying to do some dancing, though it ends up mostly looking like she's halfway grinding the poor boy. "Take min at your flood, give me speed, give me lights. Set me humming! Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up with your nights, watch me coming. AAAALLL I want is a whole lot excess. Tell the singer this is where I'm playing."
Jane takes a moment to deeply wish Will, Bill or JB were there, so that Lettie'd have a dance parter worth the thought. Because the boy she's trying to dance with? Doesn't have a clue. But it's ok, because it's the Student Union, and people are actually enjoying the show. The boy's friends are hooting and grinning like anything, as Lettie sings Buenos Aires from Evita.
To anyone just entering the Union, it's pretty easy to see that Lettie has recruited a guy into her audition, who pretty much just stands there as Lettie, who had earlier been standing on a chair, dances up against him. "Aaaaaaand," she sings, her voice going from her belt voice to a thin soprano, "if ever I goooo too far, it's because of the things you aaaare. Beautiful town. I love you. Aaaand if I need a moment's rest, give your lover the veeeery best. Real eiderdown and silence."
Dash enters the Student Union for a lovely lunch. Or a half-assed lunch, he goes to get a sandwich, since that's hard to fuck up. Oh look there's entertainment. He goes to find a place to sit, and watch.
Jane sees Dash and interrupts her lousy drumming long enough to wave at him and points at a chair at her table with upraised eyebrows. Then she goes back to watching Lettie, with a small grin. She's fairly pale, today, her hair is still black, and she has sunglasses hanging from her shirt.
Lettie is oblivious to Dash's arrival. Which is probably good, really. "You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death. You are shoddy! But you're flesh and you're meat, you can have every breath in my body. Puuuut me down for a lifetime of success. Give me credit I'll find ways of paying." She gently pushes the boy away from her after being almost all over him during this last part. "Rio dela Plata! Flooorida! Corrientes. Nueve de Julio, all I want. to. know. STAND BACK, Buenos Aires. You outta know what you're gonna get me in me, just a little touch of. Just a little touch of. Just a little touch of st--" she stumbles, turning and spotting Dash. "--starquality." The last part is whispered in surprise and her face flames bright red before she hurridly moves the few steps back to her chair.
Dash lifts a hand to Jane, giving the chin wag as well. He watches the show, seemingly amused when Lettie stumbles and blushes.
Jane does the hoot, howl and applause, convincing those who were drumming to join her. It's not hard: the boy who Lettie was dancing with gets smacked by a random girl at her table, but gets his shoulders slapped by some of his male friends. "Oh, you are so fucking /in/," yells Jane. Lettie would have been, even without the grinding against that random boy, just for the belt. "Welcome to the Monkeys, Lettie!" She's overly loud and crowing, although that makes her wince and put one hand to her head. "Ow. That was dumb. But seriously, you were great."
Jane adds, "Hey, Dash," very belatedly.
Lettie sinks into her chair a little, trying to get her face to stop doing an imitation of a stop light. "ohmygod, how long was Dash there?" she mumbles to Jane, halfway hiding behind the coffee she pretends to sip from. She gives a tiny smile though, looking all sheepish at the welcome to the Monkeys, then turns toward Dash and /totally/ acts like she just now saw him for the first time. "Oh! Dash! Hey!" she calls out, waving wildly and then pointedly turning back toward the table, her head down a little. "And uh, thanks. I mean... I can't believe I really did that. He's gonna think I'm crazy."
"Hey, Jane," Dash says. He gives Lettie a lazy salute, "Lettie."
"About half a verse," says Jane to Lettie. "Not long. And you're not crazy. You're a theater student! We have to be able to stand on a chair in the middle of the cafeteria," and she gets up on her chair, and says, "and proclaim our assholeness!" She looks around and shouts out, "Ladies and gentlemen? Hello, I'd like to thank you for your time and attention! Please give a hand to the newest Meridian Monkey!" She waves her arms and starts applauding, very loudly, and yells, "Oh, c'MON people, you just got a free show!" That actually gets about half the cafeteria applauding, and Jane yells, "C'mon, Lettie, stand up and take a bow!"
Lettie's face almost couldn't get any redder. But it does manage to, somehow. She quickly stands up and gives a little wave and a flash of a smile, then sits back down quickly. "ohmygod, I can't believe I did that. It's /different/, Jane! Being on a stage, it's expected and here they don't and oh wow, what if I screwed up? I think I got the verses mixed up. And then what if someone youtubes it cuz they got it on their camera phone and oh wow. I... you sure it didn't suck? I mean, I was flat, but I'm always flat on that last part. DASH! I'm a Monkey now! It's a theater thing. I'm not nuts. Hi."
"Didn't say you were, did I?" Dash asks. He gives her a clap when Jane asks for applause. It's not wild and enthusiastic, but it's hardly a golf clap.
Jane hops off the chair and intones, "All the world's a stage. And it's not like anyone was exactly grading you, Lettie, just seeing if you could do it. Be glad it's hungover me, Will'd be dragging you into a duet and shrieking for an encore by now." She reaches out and claps Dash on the upper arm, a bit, and says, "Good to see you, Dash. How have you been?"
"Will probably would," Lettie agrees in a self-concious mumble. But she's returning to normal now that the 'wtf did I just /do/' aspect has started to ebb and dissipate. "No," she says to Dash with a smile. "But if /I/ walked in on someone singing Evita in the Union for no apparent reason, I'd worry about their sanity," she teases.
"No, not so much. Not when you're from San Francisco, trust me, there's a lot weirder things that happen there," Dash reassures Lettie. He tells Jane, "I've been all right. You? Hungover?"
Jane nods. "Yes. Yesterday was a big ball of suck and fail. And then freak." She shudders, hugely, and sips at her water. "Not horribly hungover, though. Not like a few weeks ago." She shrugs.
"We're in college, isn't hungover to be expected?" Lettie asks as she sips her coffee. "Though I've found a pretty decent cure. Three of those five hour energy shots, a bottle of gatorade, four excedrins and some chocolate."
Dash nods sagely at what Lettie says, "Precisely. Not about the hangover cure. But about the drinking and the hangover."
"I don't normally drink that much," protests Jane. "I don't particularly /like/ being drunk, or throwing up or smelling like booze. Not to mention the total loss of any kind of brains that comes with it." So says the woman who had three or four bottles of cider on Halloween, not to mention some hard liquor.
"Then why'd you do it?" Lettie asks, frowning a bit in thought. She leans forward a bit to lay a hand gently on Jane's arm, but then pulls back just shy of it as if she realized she was doing it and doesn't know if Jane would want to be touched or not. "I mean, everything okay or was it just blowing off steam or a party or something? Me? I'm half hungover all the time it seems like, but that comes from living in the Bermuda Triangle."
"Drinking isn't so bad. Just gotta know how to do it. There's an art to it," Dash suggests.
Jane just says, gloomily, 'It was a suck day. Ummm...be nice to Hemi, ok, Lettie?" Because she knows that Lettie knows him. She nods at Dash and says, "I'm still learning. Also? Ghosts scare the shit out of me."
Lettie glances toward Jane with a hint of a frown. "What? Nice to Hemi? I'm always nice to him. Is he having it out with his mother again or whatever that damage there is? Also, ghosts are not real. Nope. Nuh uh. Soooo not real."
Dash's brows go up, but he settles for eating his sandwich. Lettie talks enough to ask all the pertinent questions.
Jane makes a face and says, "Ummm...just...he's hurting, ok?" She says it in a voice that's struggling to get the words out, and just can't talk about it any further. Subject change! "Ghosts are entirely real. There used to be one in my high school theater, named Omar. You always knew where he was because he tended to hang out in the exit signs, they'd flicker when he was in there. And he used to mess with the power if I played certain songs too often. Like "Don't Fear the Reaper."
Lettie laughs a little, like she doesn't believe Jane's story about a ghost. Because they aren't real! Really! Honest! Of course, it's pretty evident to anyone who looks closely that she's trying very hard to convince herself. "Oh that's just silly! Ghosts aren't real and they don't have like hands to mess with the light switches and all that and why would they bother?" The info about Hemi is filed away, but not further commented on.
Dash huhs a little, but continues to just eat his sandwich and listen.
Jane says, matter-of-factly, "Astor's haunted. And Doyle's room was having weirdness happen, last night." She eyes Lettie and fails to buy a word she says. "So, Sammie, Minnie, Doyle and I messed with a Ouija board. Way freaky." She shudders, and reaches for her bottle of water, and sips from it.
Lettie groans softly. "I /told/ Sammie not to play with that stuff," she mumbles. "If she brings back any ghosts to our room, I'm going to kill her. I mean. They don't exist." She cradles her coffee cup to her and ducks her head a little. "I don't like ghost stories. They're creepy."
Dash glances between the pair, shrugs a little, before commenting, "That's fucked up."
"Thus, the drinking. Among other reasons." Jane looks seriously disturbed by it.
Lettie crinkles up her nose. "I hope she's not planning on making me sleep in that room by myself with possible residual ghosts anytime soon," she mumbles.
"That's when you find someone else to sleep with," Dash notes. He does not volunteer himself. In fact, he suggests, "Like that Bram guy or your brother's friend."
Jane says, "But you guys are in Tate. It's Astor is haunted." She glances at Dash and blushes, then says, "Yeah. Some guys make for good teddy bears." She gives Dash an odd look. He's not behaving the way he was, the last time she saw him around Lettie.
Lettie just sort of sits there, her expression a bit blank. "I--" she stammers. "I-- /what/? I didn't mean I wanted... Why would you even think that?!" At the last part, her voice rises an octave.
"Because Bram likes you? A lot? I didn't say have sex with them, I said sleep with them," Dash tells Lettie. He just flashes a smile at Jane.
Jane gives Lettie an odd look, too, for her reaction. "Teddy bears, Lettie. Not boinkage." She offers Dash a return smile, but it's puzzled.
Lettie looks beyond puzzled. Her expression is almost blank with it's inability to choose an emotion to settle into. "Bram's a friend, but I don't think he's a good enough friend to suggest he come over to my empty dorm room and stay the night in my bed without thinking /something/ was up. And Jack? Oh please. Besides, Jack works nights patrolling or something. And that'd just be weird." She shudders a bit, though it might just be a forced shudder. "No, I'm fine having my roommate home is all. besides, if she's home, I can keep an eye on her so she doesn't do anything dumb."
"Ah," Dash replies. "I see."
Jane blinks at the pair of them. "Is this drama that I'm unaware of?" she asks, point blank.
"Not that I know of," Lettie says to Jane before reaching over to grab her sunglasses off the table. She pushes them onto her face. "But apparently in order to avoid it, I should probably go to class. And if I go now, I can get more coffee on the way."
Dash shakes his head, "Nope, not that I'm aware. I was trying to offer a solution to a problem." He shrugs a little before offering, "Have a good time in class, Lettie."
Jane eyes both the people in front of her like they're possessed. "I'll just put it down to ghosts, then. Have fun with your coffee and class, Lettie. I'll let will know what's up." She eyes Dash, but she's not moving yet, if he isn't.
Lettie flashes a smile to Jane. "Thanks," she offers before glancing at Dash. Her smile falters a little before she gives him a smile, too. "I'm just a little... self-concious still, I guess," she offers him in apology. "I uhm... should go. Text me."
Dash doesn't appear to be going anywhere; he's got more sandwich to eat. "Will do. See ya."
Jane waves at Lettie as she leaves. She's going to wait to grill Dash until Lettie's out of the building, through respect.
Lettie ducks her head to slip the messenger bag handle on over it and settles it against her hip before picking up her coffee. "Uh alright. See ya, then! Bye guys! And thanks, Jane. Lemme know when I need to like come to anything or anything like that."
"Yes?" Dash asks.
Jane says, "You pissed off at her or something?" It's a curious question and for Jane, fairly rude. She's blunt, she's straightforward and she usually doesn't try to push.
"Not particularly," Dash tells her. "Just tired of chasing when it doesn't look like she wants to get caught. She's caught up in her own drama, there doesn't seem to be much room for anyone else."
Jane really can't argue that and doesn't feel like trying. "That...sounds about right, actually. I'm sorry, Dash." She sounds sympathetic.
"No need to be," Dash states. He shrugs a little, "It is what it is. I don't have the patience. With luck, someone else does."
Jane nods, shrugging, and sighing. "I'd suggest Sammie, but she's rebounding like whoa. Bad idea. And it's not like you need me matchmaking for you."
Dash shakes his head with a smile, "Amber's setting me up with Jules. No need for rebounding women."
Jane laughs. "My roommate! I didn't even think of her! Oh my god, I suck so bad!"
"Oh yeah?" Dash asks as he takes another bite from his sandwich. "Well, we'll see how it goes."
Jane nods. "I admit to curiosity. Jules rocks. Deeply."
Dash bobs his head, "Good. Not crazy or swept up in her own thing?"
Jane shakes her head. "Jules rocks the not-crazy dramatic. It's a huge relief."
"Good," Dash declares. "So, what's up in your world, Jane, besides the ghosts?"
Jane says, "An upcoming show." She sounds moody, now. "And I think I got dumped."
"That sucks," Dash comments. "Sorry to hear it."
Jane nods. "Yeah. Me, too." She makes a face and looks into the bottle of water, rather than at Dash. "Ok, I'm changing the subject, because otherwise, I'll get angsty and that sucks. So. You and Jules, huh? But you haven't met, yet?"
"We were supposed to Halloween, but never quite managed it," Dash states.
Jane nods. "That's...yeah. Halloween was weird. Oh my god, the drama. But we had that talk already."
Dash yeps as he nods. "Yeah, well, it spreads like a virus or a fungus."
Jane nods. "Or like bunny shit when everyone has a bunny. I'd thought I'd escaped it. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a drama student, we don't escape drama."
Dash mmmm-mmmms, "Nope, not usually."
Jane sighs. "So. What else is going on with you?"
Dash shakes his head, "Nothing. 'Bout like normal. Just school and work, the occasional party."
Jane nods. "Sounds nice. Quiet." She falls silent, not because she doesn't have anything to say, but more because she's trying not to be a dramatic ass all over the place. Well, maybe a little bit. One can't talk about the weather all the time.
Dash quirks his brows at Jane, "So, just spill it. I don't mind the drama as long as it doesn't involve me."
Jane makes a face. "I got dumped, yesterday and then got the shit scared out of me last night. What more really needs to be said, other than that I surprisingly didn't fail my French mid-term?"
"You had a look," Dash tells her. "Dunno. Maybe you know more than you give yourself credit for."
Morosely, Jane says, "Good tutors. I said I didn't fail, I didn't say I passed well." Because she doesn't know how she passed, yet, just that she knows she didn't bomb it.
Dash shrugs, "Tutors go only so far. Beyond a certain point, you have to know it."
"Or sleep with the professor and no, I didn't, that was a lousy joke," replies Jane, with a poor attempt at humor.
Dash shakes his head, "You're not the sort."
Jane grins. "I know. It's a plus, as far as I'm concerned."
Dash smiles, "That I don't think you're the sort or that you're not the sort in truth?"
Jane nods. "Yes. Both. That I'm /not/ the type and that it shows. Tends to protect a person, y'know?"
"From?" he asks.
Jane says, "I had friends in high school who got...approached in the wrong way. I'm not going to blame the victim and say they invited it. They didn't. But there's something that a predator is going to look for. And if I don't have it, that makes me happy."
Dash shakes his head, "The victim thing is different from the type of person who'd sleep with their professor. They can co-exist, but it's two different mindsets."
Jane tilts her head, thoughtfully. "I...yeah. Pretty much, I'm not entirely sure what I was just thinking." She says that thoughtfully, as if she's just discovered herself being blonde and can't decide whether to be embarrassed or marvel at the wonders of hair bleaching without dye.
Dash grins a little at her, "I won't tell, promise."
"That's awfully kind of you," replies Jane, with a grin. "I was just going to put it down to the hangover and general stupidity."
Dash nods sagely, "Probably the best idea."
Jane laughs. "Man, if you were Doyle, I'd be smacking you, by now."
"Oh, that guy from the other day? You sure you aren't dating him? 'Cause you two had that thing," Dash observes.
No blushing, Jane. Except there's a tiny bit of pink creeping into her complexion. "I'm sure," she says, with a nod. "It'd fuck up the friendship something fierce."
Dash waves a finger as he points to her cheeks, "You're blushing."
"I am?" says Jane. Crap. "I'm still sure we're not dating."
"You are," Dash declares.
Jane shrugs, and grins. "He's a good teddy bear," is her reply. It's ambiguous.
Dash raises his brows but doesn't say anything. As far as he's concerned, his point is proven.
Jane raises her own eyebrows back. "Not dating. Not doing anything else, either. I was really scared and pretty buzzed by the end of that seance, last night, he let me crash in his room. That's /it/. I'm not the type to get dumped and go get laid by someone else as soon as it's possible, either."
"Do you see me judging you? There is no judgement here," Dash tells her with a laugh. "I don't think there's anything wrong with hooking up with someone."
Jane says, "I don't either. But...I think that it'd make things really weird with Doyle. Not that I don't have any other candidates in mind, when I get my feet back under me, so to speak. No pun intended. Just that Doyle's not one of them."
"One of them?" Dash asks. "Who are the candidates?"
Jane says, half-seriously, "Zac Efron, Neil Patrick Harris, and Anthony Stewart Head." She grins, wickedly, and says, "The other candidates has a girlfriend, and so shall remain nameless."
Dash nods sagely, "I see, that would be somewhat problematic."
Jane says, "Yup. So I'll just have to wait, and moon over men I won't likely meet for years. Plus, Neil is gay. I may be left waiting for a very long time." She sighs, dramatically.
"So it seems," Dash tells her. "Well, if that's what turns you on."
"Celibacy? Or gay men? I can find plenty of the latter in theater, that's for damn sure." Jane chuckles, and says, "Why, did you have anyone you wanted to promote?"
Dash shakes his head, "No, not really. I don't know your type."
Thoughtfully, Jane says, "I think I mostly go for the bad boy type." She shakes her head with a wince and says, "Oh, dear. I'm doomed."
"You are, because you're a nice girl," Dash guesses. "So, by that reasoning, I should be in the running, however."
Jane raises her eyebrows. "Are you a bad boy? You don't give that impression."
Dash shrugs, "Maybe I'm better at hiding than others are. I suppose I should ask what you consider a bad boy, though, just to be sure."
Jane says, "I...don't know if I know how to answer that. I know Hemi qualifies. He drinks, he smokes pot, he drives too fast, he fights..." She pauses and says, "I just don't think I'm interested in safe, the more fool me."
"And your unnamed candidate?" Dash asks.
"Is less safe than Hemi," responds Jane. She gets a faraway look on her face, as if thinking of the ways in which he's not safe. "And probably about as nice as he keeps telling me he is. Which is to say, not at all." She focuses back on Dash and says, "But he's /good/, and that's different than nice."
"Good how? In bed? Smooth? Some sort of honorable bastard?" Dash probes further.
"Honorable bastard might be part of it. Depends on which form of honor." Jane frowns. "Honor, duty and loyalty are good traits. But they're not necessarily nice ones. People do a lot in the name of those characteristics." She's really thinking about this.
Dash bobs his head, "Yes. They do. They also do a lot of things for money and fame."
Jane raises an eyebrow. "Or art?" she says.
"Or art," Dash agrees.
Jane nods. "Yes. I'm not going to disagree on that. But I'm not sure what we're debating."
"I didn't realize we were debating, I was just saying that people do a lot of things in the name of things more than just honor, duty, and loyalty," Dash points out. "There are worse things."
Jane nods. "It started to sound like one. Except that we're not on opposite sides. And there /are/ worse things. But they're not /safe/."
Dash mmms, "Anyway, at least he's honest about being an ass."
"I never said he said he was an ass. I said that he said he wasn't very nice and he was probably right." Jane shrugs. "I'm probably fooling myself about him anyway." She's gone back to being a little moody, suddenly. "I mean, let's face it, I wasn't that smart about Hemi."
Dash shrugs, "Weren't you? Why would you say he was fooling yourself, just because he's with someone else?"
Jane says, "Because I just got dumped and my self-confidence is rather at a low-ebb." At least she's matter-of-fact about it.
Dash ahs, nods. "Well, that'd make sense, I suppose."
Jane makes a face and drinks from her water bottle again. "Were you about to say something else?" She doesn't sound hostile, just curious.
Dash shakes his head, "No."
Jane nods and just shuts up.
"What? Why?"
Jane blinks at Dash. "Why what? You sounded like there was something else you wanted to say, that's all."
Dash grins, "All right."
Jane falls silent again, looking into her water as if she's going to find the meaning to life in it. Nope. The water fails her again. Bastard water.
Dash smiles faintly a little as he notes her expression.
Jane gives up, finally. It's not going to happen from a bottle of water. Maybe a pond or a lake would help, but it's not going to be a bottle. "Hey, I've got some studying to do, Dash. Mid-terms and all. See you later?"
Dash salutes, "Have a good day, Jane."
Jane gathers up her books. "Bye, Dash!" And she walks out of the Student Union, trying not to sing songs from Evita.
