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Xander took the offered cigarette out of the box, knowing how easily one bad decision could lead to a string of them, but itâs just one cigarette. A few minutes, tops, of hanging out with Silva outside, and then it was Antarctica for the rest of the night. There was no harm in playing along in the meantime, though.
âA distraction⌠so you came to the library? You do know what this place is for, right?â He grinned a little, the idea tugging at him. Just ditch. It was an impulse he could tamp down most nights but, fuck, itâd been a long week. âIâd think that nearly anything else would be âfun enough to justifyâ skipping out on ancient greek. Anything specific you have in mind? And make it fucking good because Iâm already late on this Econ essay and the teacher has it out for me.âÂ
He kept his tone light, but a bit of his dread at the idea of plugging away at a dry Economics paper for the next many hours managed to seep through. Damn it. He at least wanted to appear like he had his usual backbone, if only for the sake of his reputation.
   âItâs a place to find the desperate and the lonely. Itâs the perfect place for a distraction, fuck you.âÂ
She grinned back, watching the decision pass across this face -- to slack off, or not to slack off? That was  the question. And for Xander, smarter than sheâd ever be, it would be a harder decision than it always was for her. But she knew as well as he did that anything was a good enough excuse to put off a fucking Econ paper, especially if it was the kind of thing that had Gravemaker written all over it.Â
   âAnyway, I was thinking about breaking into the art building,â she said, another lie as it left her lips -- she was coming up with all this on the spot, but it was good shit -- âand stealing some spray paint from one of the studios. Then going out somewhere conspicuous and spray painting I SAW THE RED AVENGERâS NUDES on a building somewhere.â











