He laughed, once more, at Elijah's words. He was never really quite sure if he was laughing at them, or with them. Either way, at least he got a good laugh out of it. These days, with teachers on his back like soul sucking harpies, he needed it. "Right, because I'm sure the starving peasants just need a bit of good news to brighten up their day." He threw his hands up lightly in a gesture of surrender with another laugh. If there was anybody that could find a way to dispute anything, it was Elijah. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when Miss America shows up asking for help with rehearsing her Q and A section."
There was some fiasco in the kitchen, and Rainier looked over curiously in time to catch Herman taunting Nichole. He rolled his eyes at the sight--it was nothing new-- before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.
Shooting an incredulous glance in Elijah's direction, Rain scoffed softly at his comments. "C'mon, you don't think all I do is watch the news all the time, do you? I go out, I have fun! I'll have you know, I went on a date," he paused, looking up to the ceiling, mouthing something and counting on one of his hands, "three weeks ago. I went a date three weeks ago and it was lovely." He smiled triumphantly, neglecting to mention that the date only lasted about an hour before his date announced she had "somewhere else to be."
There was a sudden discomfort as Herman decided to join in on the party, jumping over the couch to sit next to him. Geez, they needed to get a bigger couch. Rain let out an 'Oof' at Herman's intrusion, scooting over a little to make some room for him. "Hey, at least I'm not the only one who thinks that."
Rain glanced over in surprise, silent for a moment as if he were unsure if Herman was referring to him. Then he began to laugh. "You couldn't be referring to me, could you Herman?" he began innocently. "Because I'm a human and she's a hell-beast, and we all know interspecies relationships never work out."
She made a face at John's choice of name for her. She hated Vicky, too many grade school horror memories. "Yeah, some tastes just happen to be grosser than others," Vic muttered under her breath as Selene interjected, asking once more about the mystery phone. She laughed, choking slightly around another mouthful of cereal as she watched in what could only be described as amused horror at the interaction. The exchange of vaguely insulting comments could only end in tragedy, but Vic was very interested in seeing the exact kind.
As it resulted, she didn't have to wait too long to find out. She stood, too shocked to do anything but look horrified, as Selene's spoonful of oatmeal worked its way towards John's head. "Oh my god, Selene!" She put her bowl down on the counter with a clatter, hurriedly getting a paper towel and wetting it. She began wiping the gooey substance of his cheek as she spoke in a concerned tone over her shoulder. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." With a sigh, she handed John the towel to let him finish his own cleanup and turned back to Selene. "Probably," she shrugged. "I'd just wait it out then. Whoever's phone that is will probably want it back, so they're bound to call it eventually. Or you could try giving yours a ring. You can borrow my cell if you need it."
She turned with everyone else at the sudden commotion that came stampeding through the kitchen. When Herman turned at Selene's comment, she waved excitedly at what had to be one of her favorite upperclassmen. He was followed by Jackson, all confidence and bravado and... was that a hint of hangover she spotted in his eyes? Clearly she had missed an excellent party last night. "Ooor that solves it, I guess. Maybe next time you should make a habit of checking with your roommate," she said in a tone that was all "all that hassle for this?". Turning, with another smile planted on her face, to Jackson, she chirped a pleasant "Good morning!"