Back to the Hall

There are a couple people back in the lounge, chilling around the couches. You ignore the two guys chatting about the philosophy of the Jindyworobaks (what the hell even is that?) by the front of the room, and head straight for the back, where Christina and Annalise are. Though it’s only been a few days since you’ve seen them, it’s felt like a while.

“Hey, look who’s here,” Christina says, closing her textbook. It looks like some sort of physics textbook, though the cover is rather nondescript, featuring some random nature landscape shot.

“Finally recovered from the party?” Annalise laughs. {if FuckAnnalise == True} “I hope you didn’t leave too sore from all that happened…” {else} “Well, I guess you didn’t have that much to recover from…” {endif}

“What are you trying to suggest?” you ask. Annalise has always been pretty straightforward with you so far.

“Oh, just that you might want to take me out to lunch at the coffee shop,” she says. {if FuckAnnalise == True} “You know, return the favour.” {else} “You know, it might lead to… better things.” {endif}

Christina snorts. “If you’re that **** for a guy, you know that frat row is just around the corner. No need to pull poor Alex into this.”

You freeze for a second. Lunch? You had no plans, and what Annalise is offering sounds tempting… but might there be a way to turn this into a lunch with Christina instead? Do you even want to turn this into a lunch with Christina? You come to a decision.

Christina +2
Annalise +2