WHO: Lyra, Apollo, Rosario WHEN: Wednesday, middayish WHERE: On campus WHAT: 'The resemblance is uncanny' WARNINGS: Likely none. This is probably only traumatic for Rosario :)
In pretty much all ways that mattered, Lyra trusted Rosario’s judgment. If Rosario said ‘that’s been open in the fridge for too long’ then something had probably been open in the fridge too long. Lyra would be the first to admit that Rosario had a good head on her shoulders, but just because you trusted someone and thought they were pretty cluey didn’t mean Lyra was going to limit her life based on Rosario’s opinions. She was still gonna sniff the questionable jar in the fridge, she just couldn't help it.
So yeah, obviously she knew how Rosario felt about Archer, and if Lyra was looking at dating him then yeah, maybe she’d listen a bit more, but Lyra’s focus was on one thing and one thing only.
Although, if he offered (and her period held off another day) then definitely she’d sleep with him again. So, two things.
Although, he did seem to have some pretty amazing connections around the city, and the rumours she’d heard about the kinds of places you could get into if you got into them with Archer… how could Lyra pass up the opportunity to party someplace where the cover charge alone would take her almost three hours to earn at Taco Bell? So maybe three things.
Although… she’d be remiss if she ignored the possibility that if he did happen to let some dark secret slip, Lyra could take that dark secret to Rosario, and there were few things more glorious that a vindicated Rosario in full flight.
So okay, maybe she had one or four reasons to keep things going with Archer.
Yesterday’s offering to the gods of the flirt had been a picture of her she’d taken at sunrise while hanging off the side of a building. She’d looked hot and wild and fun and fuckable, she thought, even with the hard hat on, and she’d saved it because she was also going to send it to Hot Jeremy later. Archer, though, was a morning person, and she knew Archer would give her that sweet, sweet instant gratification, because he’d never failed to respond to a hot picture.
In fact, as guys went, he was right near the top of the pile if she was going to rank her hook ups by how decent they were at texting. He didn’t just respond to hot pictures, he talked, too. They didn’t spend hours texting or anything, just a conversation here and there, every few days. More than half the time (and she’d checked) he’d been the one to initiate it, and they weren’t just the usual ‘u up?’ kind of messages. A few times he’d sent her songs he liked, and all of them were good. She’d fully expected at least a bit of white boy cringe in his taste but no, he had a really good ear on him.
If she was considering dating him, his taste in music would be a tick in the box. Plus, one night she’d ‘run into’ him and a crowd of his beautiful friends down in Soho (a run in that had been easy to orchestrate with a crowd who broadcast all their moves on social media) and tagged along, reuniting emotionally with one of the girls she’d become best friends with in the bathroom at his party, and they’d all taken over an open-mic night, and Christ on a bike could Archer sing.
But she wasn’t considering dating him. Just hook ups and helicopters and maybe clubs and dark secrets.
The sexy morning sunrise photo had got her two out of the four. Or rather, the sexy morning sunrise photo had got her a hook up later that night, and during said hook up she’d stumbled on his dark secret.
Archer wore contacts.
Which meant his eyes weren’t even that blue.
Lyra was scandalised. Rosario was going to love this. Rosario was going to rip his vanity apart.
Lyra lay in his bed with the late morning light pouring through the curtains, feeling the smuggest. And maybe a little bit mean to be planning to make fun of a guy who’d just really hit the spot, but…
Well, she didn’t really have any justification for it. She wanted to offer something to fuel Rosario’s righteous indignation and this was literally the only thing she’d found out; perfect golden haired blue-eyed boy was maybe not so blue-eyed after all. Maybe he even dyed his hair!
Oh hell yes, she and Rosario were going to have the best bitchy coffee after this. And according to her phone, Rosario wasn’t even that far away. In the campus library, of course. Probably been there all morning. Probably planning to be there all day. She deserved a lunch break, to let off some steam.
Meet me at hex and co in 20 she sent to Rosario, a cute board game cafe slightly closer to campus that Starbucks, and one that had the perk of having an adjoining bookstore. I have THEORIES.
“Hey A.G.,” she called through to his bathroom as she fished her shorts off his floor. “I gotta go meet Rosario, coffee date.”
Archer stuck his head through the open door, hair half brushed but still sexily disheveled. “I’ll walk you,” he offered, as he sometimes did when she’d mentioned Rosario. As best as Lyra could figure it, he was like those cats who gravitated toward people who didn’t like them. “I’m heading out anyway.”
Sure you are, pussycat, thought Lyra, grinning to herself as she finished getting dressed.