FML {open!}

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

Today had started very much like every Thursday. Kenneth got up, went to the gym, took a long shower, walked to Why Not for breakfast, then went straight to school. He was taking some summer courses so his course load this coming school year wouldn't be so heavy. So he went to the computer lab to start on an essay that wasn't due for another two weeks (but knowing him, it would take a dedicated two weeks for just one paragraph).

He opened up Word, wrote his name, the course name, the professor's name, and the date, then got bored and pulled up facebook.

It looked like Jon and Dorian, among other friends, were posting silly surveys about themselves again. And like any sensible person would do, Ken hopped on the band-wagon. He copied and pasted the survey into his own note, and started answering for himself instead.

Then a simple, short question had him flumoxed.

Are you in love?

What... what did that mean? Jon had just written an equally simplistic reply. 'Nope.' Zero thought, zero consideration put into it. Of course, Jon wasn't seeing someone... though neither was Ken. Anymore. He'd messily broken up with Kellan a week or so ago (he was determined not to count the days, but his subconscious was well aware it had been a Thursday), and today was the first Thursday they hadn't spent together. Usually at this point of the day he'd have come home and Kellan's tiny car would be parked in the driveway. His heart would speed up and he'd jog to his door. He almost broke the door knob once in his excitement to get inside. When he got in, his gym bag would drop to the ground near the couch, and he'd wrap his girlfriend in a big sweaty hug that she would protest very loudly to the entire time, but later maybe admit she liked it.

They'd then order pizza, or Chinese, or some form of take-out in this crazy city, and watch tv and make fun of the characters (mainly imitating Horatio every time he pulled an infamous one-liner, or talk about suggesting new recipes to Jon after an episode of Hell's Kitchen). After food, they'd eat more, in the form of Kellan's favourite ice cream - mint chocolate chip. Ken had never been a huge fan of the flavour, but he'd eat it regardless because Kellan couldn't live without. Strange, how he was sort of craving it right now.

Why did they break up again? Oh right, now he remembered. Kel was upset that he never verbally returned her affection. She'd told him how she felt about him, and he hadn't said it back. He hadn't been aware at the time what sort of blow that was to her - it was four in the morning and his mind was all but shut down - but when he told Dorian about it, his friend tactfully told him 'You fucked up'. And -oh God- Dorian had been right. His friend even said that Kellan would have slept with him if he'd just said the words back, but Ken didn't think so. His girlfriend was a world renowned prude, and wouldn't put out if Ken 143'd her. But then Kellan's parting words haunted him... yeah, she would have. He could have gotten laid a month ago, and likely be having sex right now if things had been different.

Well, maybe not, because Kellan was across the planet with her family, but maybe they'd be having skype sex or something...

Ken shook himself, and stared back at the computer. That stupid question lingered on the screen, not realize how much it was mocking the man sitting across it. So what did Ken do? He annihilated it. He highlighted the whole damn sentence and deleted it, and continued on with the survey. Because confrontation was overrated. And, if it stuck around, it would likely drive him insane. And, if he wrote 'Yes', and Kellan saw it, she'd go ape-shit on his ass for not having the balls to say it out loud.

Yeah, getting rid of it was the best idea.

...So why did he feel like a giant jackass?

[Raelena St. John]

By now Rae had discovered that A) dressing up as a sexy librarian wasn't as much fun as she thought, B) hanging around the school and bothering people was, and C) she really wanted to live with Eve again. Those all led mostly toward Rae prowling around the campus looking for poor, innocent victims to pray upon. It was almost like she'd become a succubus. Ah, succubi, Rae remembered the good old days when they wandered around looking for people to sex up for energy. Good times those. And where had Eve gotten to anyway?

Since Rae really wasn't thinking clearly (in case the above train of thoughts hadn't given that away yet), she more or less wandered about aimlessly. that proved somewhat entertaining, and offered something resembling eye candy as she went. Not that there was a lot on display; this was a school on a Thursday afternoon, not a bar on Saturday nights. Didn't matter anyway, since Rae couldn't stray. Didn't want to, actually. Looking was one thing, but she wouldn't trade what she had for another fling. Been there; done that.

there was something she hadn't been with or done: Kenneth Lorne. Rae recognized the burly man, and the sight of him froze her in her tracks. Since her arrival back at "the Academy" area, Rae hadn't exactly run into many people from "the old days." Those encounters mostly involved her crossing the street and trying not to look too edgy. But she remembered Kenneth, and remembered liking Kenneth. Loose guy, easy to party with, went with the hot little blonde number that Kennedy had a crush on. Plus he was friends with Morgan's old squeeze, whatshisname. The cute little smart one.

So Rae strolled over, not making a sound as she approached her old friend/acquaintance. soon she stood directly behind him. She leaned, "Ya ken ye can be arrested fir lookin' at dirty pics in a public place," she drawled. Her eyes went to the screen, and her face scrunched. "Oi, wha' tha'? Looks like a bunch o' words or somethin'. I didnae catch ye actually doin' work, did I?"

Rae backed up, arching her brows and looking at Kenneth. clearly he needed to answer her. Well, first he should rejoice over her presence and beg for an autograph. But then he should answer.

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

Ken jumped, and spun around in his spinny chair. Standing over him was none other than Raelena St. John. His mouth sort of fell open as she spoke, but eventually his signature grin replaced the baffled expression. He jumped up and wrapped the Amazon-like werewolf into a giant bear hug and lifted her off the floor.

"RAE!" He boomed.

He eventually put her down, and his laughter rumbled over the hum of monitors. "You look fantastic. Where've you been?? I heard a rumour that you were in Germany with a harem of supermodels - PLEASE tell me that was true!!!" It was hard to tell if he was serious, but Ken was infamous for being a gossip monger. Even after high school, he kept his ears open for important information. Gossip was to him what life energy was to demons. He needed it to survive. He haunted celebrity forums and asked somewhat forward questions to his friends, for no other reason than to chat like a petty schoolgirl.

"What are you doing here? Are you actually going back to school?" Ken doubted that - he would have heard something that life-changing for sure. The entire school would be abuzz about a celebrity entering their ranks. And even though Rae and Ken went way back, he couldn't help but feel a little starstruck in her presence.

[Raelena St. John]

The hug surprised Rae slightly, though not fully, and she found herself croaking as her feet left the ground. Thankfully being an alpha lycan also meant that she could handle a full on hug from Kenneth Lorne. She could still about feel her ribs crack from the gesture, but at least she would be able to breath afterward.

"Good tae see ye too,' she managed. He let her go and she brushed herself, giving him a look that told him just how lucky he was that she didn't happen to be wearing a fur coat at the moment. His explanation for her absence made Rae laugh, nearly laughed hard enough to loose her breath. Instead she wound up shaking her head before replying: "Nae, tain't nae harem. One lass lass I am now. Odd, tain't it? But boy," Rae rolled her eyes, "ye tain't had sex like tha'. 'sides, I might even have it deep for th' lass. An' ain't ye seen th' paparazzi? I like ta strut for 'em, after all."

Rae rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, smirking, "Nae, I isnae a student 'ere. Eve is. An' I donated a bleedin' lot o' money tae th' school, so I get tae wander. Or so I tell e'eryone. Wha's this?" Rae nodded at the screen and leaned forward, trying to read it again. didn't make much sense to her, but she never really was all that tech savvy.

instead Rae looked back up at Kenneth, arching a brow. If he thought he was going to wiggle out of this, he was mistaken. Though honestly, more talk about sex would probably do it...

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

He swapped grins with her, his perhaps being a little sheepish for getting carried away with his greeting. But when she denied the rumour, and his face fell.

"So no supermodels?" Ken looked heartbroken, "Aw Rae, you're killin' me!"

He listened to her speak fondly of this newfound monogamy. Kenneth always knew Rae as the nympho lesbian that frequently practiced the art of polyamory with anything with a pair of breasts. He silently wished the stranger the best of luck before tuning back into whatever it was his friend was talking about. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but her accent seemed thicker.

"Guess that makes sense. If I had a shitload of money, I'd probably throw it at the school too. After buying myself a castle and a moat and a twenty foot long alligator..." He grinned whilst the woman leaned past him to look at the computer. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm getting straight A's in Procrastination. It's a dumb survey thing," He explained, waving it off, "It asks you a bunch of questions, and you post the answers online. Keeps friends up to date on just how bored or desperate you are to get out of writing your final essay..."

[Raelena St. John]

{yes, yes the accent is worse; I'm having troubles remembering how I had her talk >< }

"Nae, nae supermodels. Well, Eve did threaten tae tear one's face off when th' lass offered a threesome. Tha' was a gasser," Rae grinned at the memory. Oddly enough, she fully appreciated her dragon's jealousy. Admittedly, it happened a lot more than really made Rae comfortable. It just got so hot from time to time.

Leave it to Kenneth to focus on the money instead of the rampant lesbian sex. "Castle's in Scotland; moat's overrated; an' Eve at th' bleedin' croc," replied Rae. Her grin widened, and she winked. Rae then walked over and sat on the table, caring not for the simple mechanics of desks and chairs. Instead she drummed her nails on the computer and stared up at Kenneth.

"Oh aye, one o' those thin's. I do those aboot every other week or so, ye ken. 'course, there's also th' interviews," Rae rolled her eyes. She loved the attention, and you only had to be with her for five minutes before realizing that. But the hard work? Yeah, she could definitely do without that. She turned to look at the screen one more time before shrugging.

"Didnae ken ye tae be tha' much o' a lass though, Ken," she said. The grin got almost cocky. "Though mebbe I had a better chance wit' Kel than I kenned, if'n she likes 'er men like tha'. How is ye lass? An' the rest o' ye ramblin' gang?"

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

He'd missed her. Terribly so. He would never admit the extent of his withdrawal, but his laughter and grin said enough.

"Oh poor Rae and her interviews," Ken jabbed, chuckling at her eye roll. The pair of them were attention whores, and they both knew it. When she in turn poked fun at his masculinity, he fluttered his eyelashes.

"Perhaps it's all part of my master plan to get in your pants," He gave her an obnoxious wink, "Who knows - first comes online surveys, next week, a sex change!" He grinned like the fool he was and brushed back imaginary locks of hair.

But then Rae had to bring Kellan up, and his silly grin twitched. He chose to ignore the question of his supposed girlfriend's well-being and instead chose to comment on his 'ramblin' gang'.

"Everyone's good. Jon's cooking at a local diner and going to school. Dorian's working at a club downtown as a bartender. I work there too, as a bouncer. It's pretty awesome. Oh man, you should come! The crowd would go wild! I'd be able to punch so many people!!!" He looked like a kid talking about what he wanted for Christmas, "You'll be on the VIP list for sure - free drinks, how can you say no? Bring your girl!"