[OTA] Cramming

[itsybitsyrigby]

She had an English test tomorrow, and she was worried. At sixteen, what else was there to be worried about, really? She didn't have a girlfriend to be concerned with. Most of her friends were already in bed, or dealing with their respective significant others. But Karisa? Pff. Karisa was sitting at the bar inside MacKinnon's, feet swinging while she pored over textbooks and manuals and notes. She had goals, and that meant keeping her grades up. Even one bad test could be disastrous for her GPA.

But her Sprite was nearing empty and she'd need another round of fried batter crispies soon. And probably a break, but she might have to be forced to take one of those, even though she already had her head in her hands and a frown rather than her usual sunny grin.

Save her brain before it starts leaking out her ears please.

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[standlikestone]

"Dude, are you studying?" At a pub? Unheard of. Riley will just be taking the seat across from her, beer in hand. "No way. Girl, please."

[intotherough]

Margery had blinked at him when he'd poked his head in the kitchen with the order of "Fried batter, basically. Karisa's studying," but the reason he'd hired her - besides her ability to fry everything that could be fried - was because she took everything in stride.

And he was sliding a plate next to Karisa's books and pouring her a Sprite Zero.

"I never studied so much when I was in school," he remarked. "Back in the Dark Ages, you know."