Room 307, Saturday Night

[justbeingbay]

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.]

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[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?]]

[justbeingbay]

"I'm up," Bay said, after a momentary delay while she remembered how talking worked. "C'mon in, Gert."

Thoughtfully, she added,"Maybe I'll take a pass on the snacks."

[OOC: SP is awesome :-).]

[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."

[justbeingbay]

"I think he might be camping in the shower or something," Bay offered, on the Topher topic. "Using alllllll the hot water."

She smiled blearily, inching into a sitting position. "No, stay. I'm just a little tiny bit drunk. Stupid frat parties."

[arsenicmauls]

Gert laughed. "Where'd you find a frat party?" She was going to hold off moralizing because this sounded like a story.

[justbeingbay]

Bay made a face at the laughter, as she didn't have much of a sense of humor about this yet. "Mainland," she said. "I went to draw a portrait for that college art class I'm taking ... Tank said he would just be studying tonight."

Because now this was Tank's fault.

[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?"

[justbeingbay]

"No, no, he was really nice," Bay corrected vehemently. (Or, as vehemently as could be expected from someone focused on not puking.) "He didn't let me go upstairs, with, um -- shit, I forgot his name again. Peak? Ridge? And then he babysat me 'til the cab came."

She took a sip of water, shook her head blearily. "Anyhow, I'm not even that mad that he made the punch."

[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?"

[justbeingbay]

"Yeah, he could have texted me about the party," Bay granted, frowning a bit. Whether it had been fun or not was weirdly complicated. "And I guess? I ran into this girl from back home, so talking to her was cool. But I'm so not going to be a frat house regular, like, ever."

[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."

[justbeingbay]

"They're so gross," Bay agreed, flopping backward again. "Just ... sweaty people and bad music. And red solo cups."

She nodded in agreement at Gert's other statement, then groaned. "Crap. We have to figure out a way to meet again before Friday."

[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.

[justbeingbay]

"We could, but it's supposed to be drawn from life," Bay said. "But yeah, that's probably what we'll end up doing."