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Trying to do the portrait assignment at Tank's frat house had turned out to be exactly as bad an idea as Bay had thought it would be to start with. There turned out to be a party going on, and Tank shoved a cup of punch into her hands and told her to chill while he took care of ... whatever people trying to pledge a frat took care of.

So. She had punch. She chilled. She ran into an old friend from Kansas City, Mary Beth, and somehow that cup of punch kept getting tastier and tastier as they small-worlded at each other. And then Bay had a few more cups of punch, and then she decided to follow some guy named, um, ledge. Bluff. Cliff up to his room for beer.

Tank intervened, dragged her outside, all but held back her hair as she puked and sympathized as she moaned about not having a boyfriend. And then he loaded her into a cab and sent her back to the island.

Which was, Bay had to admit, surprisingly decent and not-cavemany of him.

She rested on her bed, moaning softly as she waited for the room to finish spinning. "Punch is baaaaaaad."

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

Date: 2014-01-26 01:45 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (fact: terrible dress sense (pb))
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
While Bay's roommate was off enjoying a bordering-on-alarmingly long shower, Gert stopped by and knocked on the door.

"Bay, you up?" she called. "Old Lace is all antsy and I needed some space. I come bearing midnight snacks."

[[SP okay?]]

Date: 2014-01-26 03:06 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (conv: talking up)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
Yeah, no one would benefit from Bay throwing up in this room. Gert prodded the door open and came in, frowning almost immediately. "Okay, A., your roommate is disgusting," she noted, peeling a candy wrapper off of her foot with disgust. "And B., are you sick? Or sleeping? I can go if you want."
Edited Date: 2014-01-26 03:06 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-01-26 04:18 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (pos: yeah this is good)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
Gert laughed. "Where'd you find a frat party?" She was going to hold off moralizing because this sounded like a story.

Date: 2014-01-26 06:06 pm (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neg: eyebrow raise of glariness)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"And instead he got you drunk and sent you back here," Gert filled in, making a face. "Sounds like a typical frat guy. What an ass."

Gert knew exactly no frat guys, unless the former members of Kappa Kappa Gremlin counted, but she was willing to take a cue from popular stereotypes on this one.

"You're okay, though? Nothing weird happened?"

Date: 2014-01-26 06:21 pm (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neg: arms crossed)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"Still should've told you what you were walking into," Gert grumbled, but even she had to admit that there were definitely worse ways he could have handled that. "That's decent of him, though, I guess," she granted reluctantly.

"Did you have fun?"

Date: 2014-01-26 07:20 pm (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (fact: healing duty)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"Good to know," Gert said, mostly teasing. "I might have had to judge you if you started going to keggers every night. They sound disgusting."

Don't hold back, Gert.

"Anyway, he seriously owes you now," she added. "He'd better let you pick all the meeting places for, like, ever."

Date: 2014-01-27 03:58 pm (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neu: surveying)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"This is probably offensive to you as an artist, but I guess you can't just stalk him on Facebook and work off one of his photos?" Gert wondered.


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