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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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]