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[ 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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[ then squints up at him when he thinks he sees something, ignoring the compromising situation in favour of focusing on that instead. brings up his hands to press his palms against tony's cheeks again, like he'd done at the club, his voice shaking. ]

. . . What are you doing? Why. . . why are you hurting? What's wrong?

[ doesn't move or look too fazed at his reaction (or the touch involved), not speaking for a few beats as he blinks slowly. ]

Nothing. I'm giving you what you want. [ pauses, eyebrows scrunching together for a brief second. ] This is what you wanted... right?

[ draws his hands back so that he can brace his elbows on the bed to push himself up a little. ]

. . . ? This? No, not this. Not if you. . . not if it's. . . just this.

[ watches him closely in silence, shoulders slumping a bit when he can't make sense of the situation. just speaks, a little lowly. ]

You are hallucinating.

[ pushes himself up and away, running a hand through his hair. looks at anthony in the corner of his eye with a considering gaze. ]

... I'll get you some aspirin. It'll help you a little bit in the morning.

[ stares at him for a long time, looking a little kicked out of his own belief that he's messed up -- again. shoulders droops, but soon enough he's wiggling under the covers to throw them over his head. pokes an arm out to wave it in the air lazily. ]

I'm drunk. Sheep time!

[ stares over at anthony, his hands slowly going to his hips. doesn't say anything as he stares at that waving limb, caught between being annoyed and amused at the same time, thus leaving him properly straight-faced when he speaks. ]

... 'night, then.

Niiiighhhhhh. . .

[ the rest of it is merely mouthed as an incoherent slur. doesn't fall asleep as instantly as he wishes, instead taking the time to curl into a ball on the bed as his breathing begins to even. wonders if thinking's usually this hard (didn't someone important come back today? didn't he say something embarrassing tonight?), scrunching his nose even with his eyes closed. but, after a while, he's not just half-dazing but entirely gone, his mind tugged into sleep swiftly by the effects of alcohol. ]

[ when anthony's breathing evens (does puff, whooo count-- a brief thought at best) he takes a few steps towards the bed, peeling off the covers just enough to see his sleeping face. runs a hand through that puffy brown hair, almost a little nostalgically. eyes soften at the sight as he bends down and presses his nose into those strands, murmuring something almost inaudible (calls him an idiot, confesses that this is unhealthy, that he's unsure of what to do, yet makes a silent apology for what he is about to do) before he stands and removes himself completely from anthony.

grabs his keys and a jacket on his way to the door, taking one last look over his shoulder before he closes it behind him with a soft click. leans against the door when he's outside and pulls out his cellphone from his pocket, flipping through his contact list to stop and land on the H section. presses "send" when he reaches her number, putting the phone against his ear as he waits. when it skips over to voice mail he sighs through his nose a little tiredly and waits for the beep; a short message is all he leaves, making it as simple and condensed as humanly possible.

with that he steps away from his dorm and out to his car to make his way to the airport, silently hoping in the back of his mind that hilda will pull through for him with the (somewhat desperate) request he made; it is now that he'll make an exit, leaving anthony temporarily in the hands of someone greater than himself. ]

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