Room 223, Sunday Noon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's Sunday mornings and afternoons tended to be the same every week, when there wasn't any weirdness afoot. She got up earlier than most, got coffee, and then either wandered somewhere else in the dorms (generally either Sam's room or the roof), or came back to her own room where she sat down and read something.

This Sunday was no different. She sat cross-legged on her bed, a book in her lap, occasionally eating a piece of candy or two from the bag beside her. The Petey Sci-Fi soundtrack played on in the background at a moderate volume, and every once in a while she hummed along.

A day like this didn't need much more than that.

[ooc: Open post, half open door! I'm onna traaaain.]

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[whenshewasnice]

"I already asked, and you refused," Natalie pointed out, almost lazily. She lowered her hand to touch his chin again. "Not exactly encouraging."

[necroslacker]

"I'm not defining interesting because you know what it means," Sam said, lowering his voice and smiling at her again. "Ask me something else."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know if there's anything else I want to know." No, there kind of was. "Too intrigued by the interesting."

[necroslacker]

"You're not getting anything else about those dreams so find another question you wanna ask while I'm in a giving mood," Sam advised, shaking his head. "Interesting isn't getting defined."

[whenshewasnice]

"Sigh." She was heartbroken, truly. "You're making this into work." No, he wasn't. "What's your view on big school-related social functions?"

She may have had some sort of a point hidden in there. Or a specific social function.

[necroslacker]

"Depends on the function, I guess," Sam said after a second or two. "I'm not gonna join any bake sale because that's just bad news but I like parties and stuff like that."

[whenshewasnice]

"And dances?"

Look, a clue.

[necroslacker]

"Haven't been to one in awhile but I liked 'em well enough, yeah," Sam said, sort of picking up on her clue. "You got something in mind?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Possibly."

What, like she was going to make this too easy? That would've involved having to admit things about her and dances, for God's sake!

[necroslacker]

"And what might be on your mind?" Sam asked, deciding to prompt her since she apparently needed it.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wanted to roll her eyes. She didn't, though. "Well have you heard of any dances coming up?"

[necroslacker]

"I...haven't but if this school like most other school's, they'll do something for Valentine's Day," Sam said, hoping he was right about that.

[whenshewasnice]

He was. "Mmhmm." There was even a nod and everything. That was probably as far as she was going to prod him, though.

[necroslacker]

"Okay." Okay, she'd mentioned dances and wasn't saying anything else so Sam was getting the impression it was his turn to talk. "So..."

Right. Had he mentioned that he wasn't very good at this?

"You...wanna go?"

It wasn't the best invite but he was still feeling her out to see if this was what she wanted.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie couldn't help an amused look. "Wow, you really aren't very good at this." She also couldn't help saying that. But it was the truth! "Try again."

[necroslacker]

"Right, okay." Okay, so he could be a little more confident now that he knew what she wanted. "Would you maybe wanna go to that dance, the Valentine's one, with me?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie quirked a little smile at him. "Yeah."

See, that hadn't been so hard, had it?

[necroslacker]

"Okay." Sam could do a dance. He had a suit and he had nice shoes and he could do that. "I didn't know you liked dances."

[whenshewasnice]

"Eh." Yeah, she wasn't going to explicitly admit to anything. "I need to get a dress, anyway."

Which was going to be interesting in itself because... dress shopping was not really her thing.

[necroslacker]

"...you sure you wanna go?" Sam asked because that hadn't sounded very convincing.

[whenshewasnice]

"Doubting someone's commitment to a school dance is rude," Natalie drawled, because that was clearly an old etiquette rule. Really. She thought she could get away with it by tapping her fingers against his collarbone. "Samhain."

[necroslacker]

"I just don't wanna take you somewhere you don't wanna be," he murmured, remembering that date in the Canada that wasn't hers. "Natalie."

[whenshewasnice]

"I can't be taken anywhere I don't want to be," she replied. She had... fond memories even from that date. She just had some not quite as great ones too. "And if I hadn't said anything you wouldn't have even known there was a dance coming up."

So.

[necroslacker]

"You're right, you're right and I wanna go," he said, reaching for one of her hands and threading his fingers with hers. "I just want you to have a good time, that's all."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Natalie said, as she gave his fingers a very light squeeze. "And if all else fails, we can leave early."

She had very little regard for any kind of social decorum about staying at an event a certain amount of time to seem interested.