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[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ a party at the end of finals was something alyssa had not been entirely interested in, merely shaking her head a little bit shyly when the offer was brought to her attention in class one day. of course, this was before anthony had shrugged and said they should go since the opportunity was there. why not? was what alyssa got out of it, prompting her to quickly agree with some hesitation despite herself. and this was why the girl sat tucked into a corner of one of the couches in the room, tapping the cup in her hands a little for no reason in particular other than giving herself something to do.

with her feet moving back and forth to the music that plays overhead, she sips her (thankfully untouched) punch slowly, eyes glancing around at all the students that are mingling in small groups here and there. a part of her wasn't sure why people were watching her and anthony closely every now and then, as if they knew something that she did not. nonetheless she continues to sit there in silence, glancing down at her phone every now and then to see if she has any texts from nathan-- she was sure he would be doing that throughout the duration of her stay. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ it's after ten minutes or so that he comes back to where he (vaguely) remembers having left alyssa, holding onto his own cup of punch in a rather hazardous fashion as he begins to wobble a little. ]

. . . I make my glorious return.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up immediately when anthony returns, giving him a wide smile and opened arms. ]

Welcome back~!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ wobbles toward her some more, just barely catching himself against the couch right before he goes crashing into her. lowers himself into her arms with one hand braced against the back of the couch while the other hangs onto his cup. ]

Where's the confetti? The cheers? The Roman Generals?

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ pats him on the back a few times before she pulls back slightly, blinking. leans forward towards his mouth and takes a few sniffs. leans back, looking perplexed on many levels. ]

You smell funny.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ scrunches his nose & leans back a bit more so that he can take a sip of his punch. ]

I do not. Don't judge the shoulders. And heads.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ scrunches her own nose, waving a hand between them. ]

No, you're smelly. [ crosses her arms over her chest, careful to not spill her own drink. ] What are you drinking, mister?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Awesome punch.

[ chugs the rest of it down, making a small 'haaa' sound when finished. turns the cup upside down to show her that it's empty. ] It must be from. . . from Gundam. Or something. Probably.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ frowns, handing over her own cup of punch in hopes that he'll be satisfied with that. ]

You're imagining things.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ drops his cup to accept her punch, eyes glistening a little. ]

T-Thanks, Lyssa. . .

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ eyes go to the dropped cup, bending over slightly to take it into her own hands. ]

You won't get anymore after this cup, right? You'll probably have to go potty all night if you do.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sips his newly acquired punch with a considering tilt of the head. ]

But. They have nice potty here. The toilet's even white and shiny.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It was a pretty potty. . . I'll show you later, Lyssa.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ he's not really sure when he comes to, or how long he's dazed on the couch. but when he looks up quickly at the bathroom door, his face falls a little when he sees that others are coming & going from the bathroom that alyssa had supposedly locked herself in. rubs at an eye, sighing noisily in misery as he climbs back onto his feet. wobbles through the crowd with some effort, resting his face on a shoulder or two as he heads to the refreshment table once more. gives his makeshift resting points a few encouraging pats when he dislodges himself, smiling stupidly.

once he gets to the table, he grabs five cups of the punch & puts them on the floor. following that, he wiggles underneath it, drawing his knees to his chest as he drinks the punch dejectedly. hiccups a few times, somehow knowing in the back of his head that this was probably a bad idea, but as that thought grows fainter with each sip, he ignores it. when some people, motivated by curiosity or confusion, bends down to glance at him, he launches himself at them, giving them hugs tight enough to make them scramble away.

only thinks to escape his post when he finds that he's finished all five cups. draws out his phone to quickly send of a text to hiro -- i'm ecapg pokecae -- then crawls out from the table to get himself some more. ]

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ it's around this time that tony had settled himself comfortably into the party, already having an arm around a female companion who has taken quite a liking to him. laughs at the jokes she tells and makes smalltalk with the male-friends that decided to tag along, most of them only recognizable through typical classroom seating charts that slowly develop after the passing of the semester.

right now it's cooling down time for him, making him pull away from the cute lady at his side to instead grab himself (and her, he offers) something to drink, along with two of the males in the group that decided to come along with him. he's laughing at something stupid they're talking about, not paying attention to anything else at the moment, which he later would realize was his first mistake of the night. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ by the time he hears tony's voice, he's gotten through two more cups & more than a little wobbly. glances up without meaning to when he does hear his friend's (ex-friend's--?) voice, instinctively drawn to it.

& so it's without much thought that he flings himself at tony, not really comprehending his actions as he makes a beeline & latches both arms around tony's torso even before the people around him realizes that he's moved. ]

Tony! You smelly pineapple-something-something-crow-thing!!

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ jumps slightly at the sudden weight on his body, jerking back a tad when the contact is initiated. blinks down at the head (hair) he knows so very well, slowly relaxing fraction by fraction as he listens to his babbling. ]

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

... hey.

[ --is all he says, attempting to (gently) tug anthony off of him. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head & tightens his hold even further, face dropping a little. as he vaguely manages to register the expression (the tone), he falls back onto his defense mechanism -- babbling, despite it coming out twisted due to the alcohol in his system. ]

I'm sorry! It was Elmo! The oreos weren't safe there, so I had Pikachu take them to the 9-1-1!

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[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks away when he feels anthony tightening his hold, ignoring the babble as he makes another face. when the two guys behind him start making some lewd comments and catcalls to the other boy he snaps his head towards them, giving them a not-so friendly look. ]

Hey, leave him alone.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns back to anthony, expression softening a little. bends slightly to try once again to pry him off, only to grimace and hold his head away when the smell of alcohol burns his sense of smell. ]

Jesus christ, Anthony, how much did you drink?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ ignores the others, focusing solely on the boy in front of him. pushes his face into his chest even further. ]

Don't know. Lost track? I fell into the chocolate factory.

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

...

[ lifts a hand and lets it hover over anthony's head, at a loss of what to do. reaches behind himself to finally break the hold on him, only to place his hands on his shoulders to keep anthony stead. ]

Quite a lot, then, huh.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets go obediently, swaying back as much as he can to nod. ]

I kissed people. The world sucks!

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

Huh. [ lets go of him. ] Sounds like fun.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks alarmed, immediately latching onto both of his upper arms with his hands. ]

No! No, don't. . . d-don't go. Yet.