<div align="center"><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Morgan Cohen</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br/>Morgan almost flinched when Allison addressed her. So that was how it was going to be. She turned back towards Peter. Surely Allison could have no issues with Morgan mixing with 'her own kind', as it were? Morgan almost hoped Allison would object; there was still a part of her that wanted Allison to reject all of the social obligations and lines, a part of Morgan that wanted what little they'd shared to mean more than it did. But Allison had chosen her sides, and made quite clear to Morgan (who was not inept, even if she sometimes pretended to be for convenience's sake) which sides they were on.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet ya, Pete" Morgan spoke almost apologetically, with a slightly rueful expression, "Things here can be kind of stratified sometimes." She slouched down in her seat a bit. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to ditch me and try your luck with Ally, but," she glanced over at Allison and then back to Peter, "No offense but I think you're better off with me."<br/><br/>She drained the last of her glass of water, and started assembling her dishes in preparation to bus her table. "So what are you into, Pete?" She might as well try to make the best of the situation, or at least do<em>something</em>to try and get her (apparently now unrequited) longing for Allison back into a manageable range.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> rejected || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br/></span></div>