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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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[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ pockets her cellphone and looks up when she hears anthony's voice, beaming up at him. reaches for her water, about to thank him-- then notices him being less dry than she had seen him a while ago. ]

You're wet! [ fumbles around in her purse, taking out some tissues to stand and pat down his bangs. ] Are you okay? Do I need to beat someone up?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans into her ministrations heavily. ]

Iiiii~ kissed the punch bowl! Like a lovely bunch of coconuuuts.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear... [ pats his shirt down as well. ] Should I give daddy a call? He might not be very happy with you, but I'm sure he'd come!

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ hiccups. ]

No Lyssa dads!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

'Cause! . . . You know. Your dad. Is REALLY SCARY. Right? Like-- Like the Penguin! O-On Batman!

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ GASPS. ]

Anthony!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

But he is! [ waves his arms around for emphasis. ] Like. . . Like! Like, he's Team Rocket! ALL BY HIMSELF. But he doesn't just steal your pokemon, he makes them cry.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ raises her voice an octave, chest puffing out a little in anger. ]

He DOES NOT! Daddy is gentle and honest and kind!

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

No! No, , He's so scary, not even cats like him! I bet he eats bunnies for breakfast! Or Pikachus!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

Well, he can't have my Pikachu. I'll make him Thundershock him good!

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

[ clenches her hands into fists, vibrating a little. ]

He is not scary.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem to notice the danger he's in, as he continues to plow on through: ] You're right!

He's really scary. Super scary.

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

HE IS NOT, DANGIT.

[ & then she stands and socks him in the shoulder. hard. ]

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ yelps, but other than reeling back to trip onto his rear, he seems far too distracted (shocked) to even comprehend the pain. mouth drops open a little, looking a little scared as he scoots back a few paces. ]

. . . !!!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

LYSSA! Y-You shouldn't swear!

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

And you shouldn't insult daddy! [ raises her fist again, still looking quite angry. ] He is wonderful! Say that he's wonderful!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ back up even more. ]

But. . . But that's. . . I-I shouldn't lie. . .

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

[ raises her fist higher. ]

SAY IT.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ yelps & shields his head in his arms as he also draws up his legs to make himself as small as possible. hiccups. ]

But lying's-- bad-- H-HE'S--! Not. . .

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

[ her anger seems to subside instead of growing, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. starts to sniff, and then: ]

Y-you're so MEAN-!

[ turns around and scurries out of the room, finding herself running into one of the bathrooms. slams the door behind her, locking it with a click. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ immediately feels a wave of guilt when he manages to catch sight of her disappearing. uncoils from himself, sniffing a little as he wipes at his eyes. mumbles 'lying is bad' & 'lyssa's crying' over & over repeated as he deposits himself on the couch. keeps his eyes trained on the bathroom, however, simply waiting until she decides to come out again so that he can apologize. ]

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puts down the toilet seat to sit down on top of it, wiping at her eyes with the back of a hand. sniffs and looks down at her phone, fiddling with it a little bit before she opens her contact list and stares down at her dad's phone number when she gets to it. looks to the closed door and then back down at her phone, sighing when she decides that the partying thing just isn't for her.

presses the send button and fiddles with the edge of her shirt, eyes flickering around the foreign space uncomfortably. asks albert to pick her up when he answers, saying that she's tired and doesn't want to trouble her friend to drive her back. thankfully when she peeks outside the door anthony seems to be dazing off into space, making it easier for her to ninja through the crowd and out the front door. decides to send him a text tomorrow to see how he's doing, knowing that it's mostly just the alcohol talking for him at this particular moment in time. ]