It's My Birthday and I'll Fry If I Want To [Sice]

[Trey]

Finally, he had arrived in the correct location! It was a shame no one had ever told him how difficult it was to tell which side of the school grounds he was currently in at any given time, especially difficult when focusing on not dropping a huge container filled to the brim with steaming hot food while simultaneously trying to get his shirt back on properly and feeling as if he were walking through a bog. Bog. What a funny little word, he thought, chuckling lightly. Nonetheless, eventually Trey had found his way to the little grove of sakura trees on the school grounds and plopped down on the bench there, placing his container of food - revealed to be chili cheese fries - on the bench beside him, along with a very small music player that he fumbled with for a few seconds before he got it to work. The vat (it was a vat to Trey, who was seeing everything bigger than it actually was) was not for Trey himself to devour. He had purchased them (after a very awkward exchange with the seller) with someone else in mind. The text message Trey had sent the silver-haired female known as Sice had not been his most eloquent of all time, but he knew the message was clear. And...he also knew he had managed to sent it to the right person this time.

GHelllo, my darling warior goddeess. Meet me inder the sakur treees. Youi may want t bringg s a fork. Or a sprk.

Little did it matter that he had sent this text message - plus two duplicates to ensure that she'd received it - at almost three in the morning, while Sice had surely been sleeping. No time nor space could keep him from seeing her face. He tried to remember that line, since it rhymed and sounded poetic. Trey didn't even realize it was no longer his birthday - he had absolutely no clue midnight had passed at this point. Though his sense joy and shameless bravery were amplified (in addition to his appetite), so was his sense of time and place dulled due to the alcohol in his system. But the time didn't matter to him! Trey was feeling impassioned, and his birthday was no time to be timid. Trey leaned back on the bench and "fixed" his hair, though there was no fixing it at this point. The night's events had left it sticking up like the wool on a fluffy sheep. In fact, the entirety of him was disheveled in some way or another, though he had tried to slick everything back down in order to look dashing. Trey wasn't even wearing the same shirt he'd started the night off with, though he did not notice the one he currently wore was a few sizes too small. But fabulous-ness was not on the top of Trey's list of priorities tonight. No, Trey was becoming an age older, and he, along with the influential alcohol, decided it was time he started setting things straight with a certain scythe-wielding classmate of his.

Believing he heard footsteps, Trey straightened his collar and leaned back on the bench, propping one arm up horizontally across the bench's back and propping a foot up on the opposite knee, very picturesquely if he was to say so himself. He had not considered the fact that the person approaching might not have been Sice, and since he was so certain she had answered his call and was only a few feet away from him now, he turned up the song that was playing on repeat. Trey took one of the chili cheese fries and started slowly eating it, noticing, through his alcohol-dampened eyesight, a silhouette moving towards him. With his right hand, he motioned to the glorious supply chili cheese fries. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?", he asked the entity, his voice only slightly warbled by his drunkenness. Nothing could rob him of his gift of speaking, after all, not even far too many drinks. Amazement overtook him, knowing the sheer number of fries that sat beside him. And Sice would eat them with him and finally know the truth. On his birthday.

Words - 743
Tagged - Sice
Muse – Great!
Place - The place Rem is sitting in the ending.
Outfit - Casual - shirt with a collar, khakis
Notes – The song that's playing - www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x19vy_9aFc[/size]

[Sice (No.6)]

3:00 A.M.

Sice was sleeping peacefully in the comfort of her dorm room, after a good couple of hours in the training facility. She had been told earlier that the boys would be celebrating Trey's birthday, or something like that, and with her knowledge of knowing that that much testosterone in one room could mean trouble, she avoided it to the best of her ability. She was thankful to go asleep when she did, knowing that she had succeeded in her mission and had even gotten a little bit better had some of her techniques which had been bothering her lately. But, apparently she wouldn't get as much sleep as she wished, when her cellphone, located on her bedside table, vibrated and beeped loud enough for her to wake up. She slapped her hand down over it, and curled her fist to enclose the phone and bring it over to her face. Grumbling, she flipped it open, and saw the text message alert. It was from Trey. Grumbling even more at the thought of the mayhem that had possibly unfolded over at the stupid birthday celebration, she opened the message tentatively, and read it's contents.

GHelllo, my darling warior goddeess. Meet me inder the sakur treees. Youi may want t bringg s a fork. Or a sprk.

'...What the fuck?' Sice thought to herself as she read over the message at least a dozen more times. A red blush came over her cheeks as she read over the first sentence even more. 'Darling warrior goddess? Who the hell is he talking about?' She knew the answer to that question, and without thinking about the consequences that would for sure ensue, she pulled her comforter back and reached into her dresser, immediately finding a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to go over her tank top and short-shorts pajama attire. She pulled her long silver hair back into a quick ponytail, grabbed her scythe, her phone, dorm keys, put on her shoes, and ran out of the door.

Luckily, there weren't any other students out at this time, seeing as it was beyond curfew, and everybody was most likely sleeping. Except for her and the damn drunk, bow-wielder, of course. Her phone and keys were in the large sweatshirt pocket on the front, but she was gripping her scythe tightly in her hand, so as to keep herself from not destroying anything in her near vicinity. She would leave that to when she found Trey. Heading over to the aforementioned meeting area, apparently the sakura trees as he had put it in his drunken stupor text message, Sice mentally prepared herself for what she was about to face. She was sure this would be harder than facing any type of opponent she had ever fought before.

Getting closer and closer, she could hear music playing, and a familiar aroma was in the air. Chili cheese fires. ”Dammit! I knew I should have kept that a secret,” she muttered to herself, as she gripped her scythe even tighter in her hand, her knuckles going white. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and coming up she could see Trey...somewhat. His hair wasn't as...neat as it usually was. Instead of it being patted it down and in his eyes, now it seemed to almost be popping up in every direction. Sorta. And his shirt...was too tight but it gave off a nice view of his musc-what the hell was she thinking!? Gritting her teeth, and making the slight blush on her face go down, she lowered her pace, and gripped her scythe with both hands, as she brought her arms back, ready to strike.

”Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? she heard him say.

”I'll show you beautiful!” she yelled out, as she brought her scythe down next to his head, and hitting the bench, not where his arm was laying out. ”What the hell is wrong with you? You wake me up just so that I can come down here and see how drunk you really are? How much damn alcohol did you have at that birthday party?"

Unfortunately, Sice didn't know the main reason as to why Trey had “called” her down here. But, she was sure to find out soon enough.

~~~

Words: 743
Muse: Great!
Notes: This is going to be great! >3

[Trey]

She looked so stunning! Actually, Trey could not see a thing about her aside from knowing that it was indeed Sice, but he knew she would look stunning no matter what. He believed this would have been the perfect time, as she approached him in the darkness, to welcome her with the sound of a cork popped off of a wine bottle, but unfortunately it was really hard to find anyplace where they sold wine when one had no ability to read signs or maps or even the ability to walk straight for more than ten feet. But it mattered not! Trey had the chili cheese fries that he knew to be associated with Sice in some way, the right song for the evening that he was now listening to for at least the twenty-fifth time in a row, and...he had the force of a thousand wild horses driving him to tell her everything he wanted to tell her - but he had to work on her a little first, soften and warm her to the point that he could express himself to a Sice who was ready to listen to everything he had to say. He very much believed himself to be off to a good start.

In fact, he was in such a wonderful mood, he barely even reacted to her yelling and slamming her scythe down on the head of the bench. He instead turned and looked at it curiously, wondering what could have been going through her mind to have made her do something strange like that. His warrior goddess indeed! He studied her quietly and contentedly, a sly smile only barely visible on his face. He was so busy looking happily into her eyes and watching her mouth move frantically to actually notice what she was saying, but he did pick up "you beautiful" from before she'd used the scythe, as well as "wrong with you", "come down", "alcohol", and "birthday". Trey looked off to the side for a moment to try and process what she was saying, but the song started over get again and he found his brain filled with the lyrics the handsome man in the player was singing. He decided that she was saying something was wrong with him if he didn't think she'd come down here to see him on his birthday as long as he'd have some alcohol. He liked the sound of that.

"Sit down with me," Trey requested of her, practically glowing from the power of pure, drunken joy. He motioned a hand down to the area of bench between himself and the large container of fries sitting on the end of the bench - just enough room for Sice to squeeze her petite self into. "We can have our fries...and then....then I have something I want to tell you." He sat up a little straighter, his expression and gestures pleading with her to take the seat. If she had come all the way down here to see him drunk, after all, then she should have had no problem sitting with him so he could start buttering her up. And not literally, actually. He hadn't brought any butter. Just the chili cheese fries. Which were delicious, by the way.

Words - 576
Muse – Spectacular.
Notes – Little short, but drunk!Trey can only be so long-winded. XD[/size]

[Sice (No.6)]

'What the hell is wrong with him?' Sice thought to herself as she embedded her scythe into the bench right next to Trey's head. She had hoped that that would have been enough to put even a little bit of sense into his head, but apparently she was wrong. He had a smile plastered on his face, that seemed like it would forever be glued there, until he sobered up...If he sobered up. With how he was looking, she wondered how much alcohol he had consumed, and if there was a end to what she was seeing now. Thinking on that thought, she cringed at the pictures popping up into her head. Looking back down at him, she saw him inspecting her scythe, and she cocked an eyebrow at that behavior. And then he turned his head to look at her. The look in his hazy, drunken eyes made her step back slightly, as she continued to grip her weapon, ready to bash his head in with the blunt side of her blade if needed.

If the scythe didn't work, then maybe her yelling did. If it came to it, she would drag him by his ear to get him back to his dorm, so that she could get back to sleep. Of course, maybe then, he would come to her dorm...she would lock the doors then. And tight. She watched his face closely, to see if her yelling did work. He turned his head to the side, most likely trying to decipher what she had said into coherent words in his little drunken mind. But, then a large grin spread across his face. Ah, shit. She didn't like the look of that.

”Sit down with me. We can have our fries...and then....then I have something I want to tell you.”

She could smell the alcohol in his breath, just from where she was standing, and she scrunched her nose up in disgust. He had obviously drunk a lot. Looking down at the spot where he motioned, Sice saw the space between him and the big container of fries. Like hell, she was going to sit, and in that spot as well. She didn't need to be any closer to his booze-smelling breath, or to him for fear of what he would do. Gripping her scythe, she pulled back until it popped out of the wood, and she pointed it at his face, a scowl on her face. “I'm not sitting down. Don't think you can just seduce me with fries, because it ain't gonna work. If you have something to say, then say it! Or better yet, tell me when your brain isn't a booze-induced, piece of mush.”

She saw him sit up straighter, almost as if he was waiting for her to sit down, so that he could make his move. Like she was going to let that happen! She would stand for as long was necessary before she dragged him back up to the dorms and allowed him to get a major hangover the next morning.

~~~

Words: 553
Muse: Epic!
Notes: >.>

[Trey]

She had so many cute expressions. Unfortunately for the stupid nighttime and its stupid darkness, Trey could only slightly see Sice's face even from this close. Not only that, she seemed to be splitting into two separate Sices, and the second Sice was mimicking the first Sice's actions. Two Sices. This truly was a wonderful birthday. "All of you look so beautiful this evening," Trey said to them, dreamily. "But you always look beautiful! As beautiful as a...flower...of the battlefield! One that does not get trampled by the thousand of feet that would be running back and forth on a battlefield...but one that endures! One that people will come back to the battlefield after the battle and say of...wow, that beautiful flower in this battlefield. You are a...white calla lilly of the battlefield. They convey beauty! But they're poisonous!" Poetry. Sweet, beautiful poetry. All women loved poetry, even Sice. And she knew what a battlefield was. And she was a flower. And it was just wonderful.

But whyyyy did the beautiful flower have to talk so loudly and angrily? It was hurting Trey's ears. Hehe, ears. She had pretty ears too. Trey had an urge to pull on them. The thought almost made him bust out laughing, but what Sice was talking to him about was apparently serious business. Though he was busy looking at her ears, Trey forced himself to keep a perfectly intent expression on his face during the course of her dissertation. Her words seemed to him to mean that she would not be seduced my his many charms and wanted him to go ahead and tell her what she wanted to know - whether he loved her or not. Trey found himself gripped like an unknown force that he would have thought be water but he wasn't wet and it couldn't have been water because there was no pond here and no water hose and....he pushed the scythe aside, rushing forward far too quickly for his alcohol-heavy legs to carry him all the way to Sice's neck, where he had meant to embrace her. Instead he collapsed to his knees - smitten by her immaculate beauty, no doubt....or he could have stepped in quicksand - and ended up hugging her tightly around the torso, head buried in her stomach. Her stomach was so...fluffy and fuzzy. Fluffy fluffy.

"Siiiiiice," he practically pleaded, as if she were far away instead of the object of his clinging. "My darliiiiing. I wanted to tell you-" Trey paused long enough to try and remember what he wanted to tell her. However, he was distracted by the feeling in his legs - or rather the lack of feeling in his legs. Clinging ever-tighter to his silver-haired classmate, Trey began to feel a panic. "Siiiiice....I think..." Trey was too scared to look and find out if he was right. He could only hold tight to Sice and hope that she would save him. Save him! Yes, that's what he wanted her to do - save him from loneliness. But he had to deal with his current problem first. "...I think my legs have fallen off...." Practically trembling in his fear, he looked up into Sice's face, as scared as he could be. "What should I do?" Hopefully she would know...because he had to have legs! And he had to tell her! And he didn't want to have to tell her after he'd lost his legs!

Words - 639
Muse – Great!
Notes – He's such a wonderful drunk. [/size]

[Sice (No.6)]

Sice was seriously reconsidering her earlier actions now. She wished she had ignored that damn text message. She wished she had stayed in bed. She wished she wasn't here right now, having to deal with a completely drunk Trey, but here she was. And she had to deal with the consequences. Looking down at him, she saw a dreamy look overcome his face and she prepared for the worst. She wondered what the hell he would come up with now. Scenarios, words, and pictures popped into her head immediately and she shook them away almost instantaneously. She did not have to deal with unusual fantasies, or try to get her mind into that of a drunk. She had one right in front of her. And that was all she could take. She would go insane if she tried to place herself into any drunk's shoes.

"All of you look so beautiful this evening."

'All of you?' Sice thought as she turned behind her to see if there was anyone around her. No students, no teachers, thank Etro, no one. She looked back at Trey who just kept talking now. Oh great. Like she could barely take his lectures in class. Now she had to listen to his drunken ones? Perfect. Just perfect. Her shoulders drooping, but keeping a firm grip on her scythe, she listened to Trey's schmeel about her being a flower on the battlefield, and how she was beautiful and everything. And then he said she was flower that was beautiful and poisonous...That sorta made sense and sorta didn't. She understood the analogy, but obviously he had drank too much for what he was saying.

And then he stopped. Thank Etro. Sice wasn't sure she could take anymore. She rolled her eyes as silence took over the courtyard and she tried to come up with some sort of idea as to what to do with the drunk Trey. She could carry him back, on her back. But, then what the hell was she going to do with the fries and stupid stereo that was still playing the goddamn song. She supposed she could just drag him by his shirt collar and just let him spout nonsense as she got him back to his dorm...and then a realization hit her. The idiot might not even have his goddamn keys. Well, shit. If he thought he was going to sleep in her room, at her and Seven's dorm, he had another thing coming. If it came to it, he could sleep on the couch, and leave before morning before Sice had to explain this embarrassment to Seven in the morning.

Looking down at Trey as she felt her scythe being pushed aside, she saw him rush towards, and she unconsciously took a step back, as he tripped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around her torso, and placed his head against her stomach. ”What the fu-!?" She tried to keep her yelling to a minimum so that nobody would wake up and discover such an image. She didn't need that damn Naghi to get pictures of this and then place it around the entire school. Then she would find him and torture him until he took them down. ”Let go of me, you drunken idiot,” she hissed out.

"Siiiiiice, My darliiiiing. I wanted to tell you-"

Aw, great. Now what? But, before he could say anything else, he stopped. Sice cocked an eyebrow and against her better judgement, waited for what he was about to say. Then he got a panicked look on his face. Great.

"Siiiiice....I think..."

”Think what?” she asked, once again, against her better judgment. She wanted him to get a move on before she beat it out of him. His look became frightened, and his grip tightened.


"...I think my legs have fallen off....What should I do?"

If Trey wasn't hanging on to her so tightly, Sice probably would have fallen to the ground. Really? That was it? His legs were right there! Kneeling on the ground, fully attached to his body. Man, he really was drunk. Bringing up her unused hand to her face, she shook her head, and tried to calm herself down before she had another outburst.

”You don't have to do anything, Trey. Your legs are still there, fully attached to your body. Now could you let go of my stomach?

~~~

Words: 794
Muse: Epic~!
Notes: Hehe X3

[Trey]

Drunken...idiot? That didn't sound nearly as poetic as anything about a flower of the battlefield, but Trey would take what he could get...especially since he could kind of recognize that the words were accurate. She was so soft around the torso, though, that he simply felt content to snuggle Sice's stomach and not bother coming up with any more absolutely flawless poetic lines for her. Maybe they would write poetic lines someday about this romantic encounter. Trey hoped someone would, because the thought of holding a pencil and writing made him feel oddly sad and/or nauseous. He couldn't quite tell the difference between the two of them at this point. Sice, though...Sice didn't make him feel strange at all...well....aside from feeling like the majority of his lower body had disappeared. Why did it feel like he was waist-high in water? Or maybe oil? Or maybe it was chocolate. Yes, chocolate. Did Sice like chocolate? She liked chili fries, so...

But that was something he could figure out later! Right now, he was in a predicament, having lost his legs to the rushing water that was trying to pull him down towards the ground. "I believe it's grrr-" What was the word? It started with grrr...like a growl. Growling like Sice almost seemed to be doing every time she spoke. It was a lovely sound. "Grrrr- avity. Gravity. Gravity took my legs." But here Sice was, saying he still had his legs? What manner of miracle could she be bestowing upon him? Trey chanced a glance over his shoulder to see that his legs were indeed there. He just couldn't immediately remember how he was meant to move them. They still felt bogged down in chocolate. That was unfortunate. "If I let go...I'll fall to the earth." The words were far from just an excuse for Trey to continue his clinging and now-distracted snuggling. The ground...the ground looked so inviting now, and it hadn't before. His stomach was telling him, however, that if he turned at any angle that wasn't completely upright...very bad things would happen.

And thus, Trey's mind began to clear ever-so-slightly, and he obtained an understanding of what sort of predicament he was really in. The good feelings were slowly slipping away...and so was his grip on Sice. Holding ever-tighter to her waist, he tried to stop moving so that the rising feeling inside of his stomach would go away...but it would not. Curses! And he'd had such great plans for spending time with Sice once he'd gotten back, too...or at least, he thought he did. "Sice...", he said, quietly. "I had planned to show you a good time, but..." It took all of his effort to hold back his nausea as he turned to look up into her face. "I may need to lie down first...for a few minutes. Hours. Hours may be best." The smell of the chili...it wasn't helping him. At all. Why had he brought them?

And why did Sice suddenly smell a lot like stale bread to him?

Words - 579
Muse – Great!
Notes – CHUG ANOTHER MUG OF MEAD 'TILL YOU FALL DOWN.[/size]

[Sice (No.6)]

This was not what Sice was expecting tonight. Not at all. It had never crossed her mind that those stupid guys would get so drunk to the point of the "Birthday Boy" to now be clinging around her stomach, claiming his legs were gone. She knew she should have ignored that text message. It had drunk written all over it, and she knew that that caused problems. And yet she had gotten up and came anyway. Here she was. Anger and frustration rising steadily with each passing second, but she knew there was no point in letting it out now. It would probably just get all garbled up in Trey's head and come out not as she had expected it to. If she could just get him back to his bed, then she could just leave him there and go back and relax and try to forget this ever happened. And if she was extremely, which she doubted she was, then Trey would forget it as well.

She sighed as she tried to explain to the chatty and drunk blonde that he still had his legs, but the booze was still getting to his head. He was starting to blame gravity now, and the thought of possibly hitting him over the head with her scythe and making him go unconscious so that she could just drag him back was starting to seem very inviting. But, she held that back as well. She didn't need to have him add head trauma to the list of things that hurt the next morning. No matter how much she loved the thought. Looking back down at Trey as he continued to whine and cling, she cocked an eyebrow at his comment of not wanting to fall to the ground. "A two foot fall, how traumatic," she said, more to herself than the clingy archer.

But, then something went amiss. Looking down at him, she noticed his facial expression changing. It went from a sort of carefree, buzz-induced fear, to realization and a possible green tint. Oh no. Oh, Etro no. Please tell her he wasn't going to get sick. She cringed at the thought and what could possibly happen. This wasn't good. She didn't like this situation anymore. Not that she liked it before, it was just getting worse now. Panicking slightly, but keeping it all well hidden. She looked back at the school trying to figure out the best plan of action to take. The female dorms weren't as far away as the male dorms, and she didn't want to drag him so far with the possibility of him getting physically sick. And as much as she hated the thought of having to take him to her room that seemed to be the only possible explanation right now. He could scurry back to his own room in the morning, and hopefully the couch would be good enough for him.

"Trey," she said, moving her arms to grab his and pull them off of her. That way she could move him to a position where she could keep a good grip on him. "You just need to hold yourself together for a few minutes. I'll take you back to the dorms," she wasn't going to specify which, "so that you can rest." Bending down, she wrapped her arm around his waist, and took one of his arms to wrap around her neck. Her scythe was already materialized away so that she didn't have to worry about. Lifting with her knees, she turned in the direction of the school, before smelling something and turning back. The chili cheese fries. Her mind was in turmoil now. Leave them or take them with her. She hated to waste food, especially the delectable kind, and this would just be hell on her conscious.

"Nng...fine!" she mumbled under her breath as she reached for the fires before completely turning around and heading back to the school. This was going to be a long night. She was sure of it.

~~~

Words: 723
Muse: Great
Notes: You can wait on replying to this since I know we are going to try and take on thread at a time now. XD I just wanted to get this up.

[Trey]

Some optimism did return to Trey when he felt Sice taking hold of his arms. She was going to hold hands with him? He thought this situation was rather odd for her suddenly want to do something so nice as holding hands, when usually when he was..not in this shape she wouldn't want to do such a thing. Trey, though, felt a small smile returning to his lips as she brought him around and then even wrapped an arm around him comfortingly. Something in the back of his mind told him movement was going to be involved in their interaction in just a moment, but he was happy enough to have her all close that he thought, despite the weakness in his legs and the feeling in his stomach that his happiness had made him push to the back of his mind, he could walk to the ends of the earth! He would need to express that. "I would go anywhere with you, Sice!", he said, more loudly than he realized. "Even through...the worst...of...doors." He wasn't entirely sure what doors had to do with the situation, but he decided not to think about it, instead focusing on holding to Sice for as long as she would allow it and would hold back.

They seemed to be setting out on their journey, but Trey quirked a slight eyebrow at Sice as she turned around to look at something behind them. "Are we not...journ-ying?", he asked, weakly, before noticing what it was she was returning after. Ah, his chili cheese fries! He knew he'd picked right when he'd gone by and talked to that nice young man...or maybe it had been a woman...to purchase some fries and bring them back to his warrior goddess. Trey managed to look all sorts of pleased with himself as she took them with her and they reset on their journey, him content to go along with wherever she was taking him. Somewhere nice, he hoped, where he could continue to celebrate his night and his birthday...and where he could hopefully continue to forget about his sickness for a while. Remembering hit him with a wave of not-good feelings, but when he remembered Sice was right here with an arm around him, he could forget about it again and resume his attempts to think up poetry.

By the time they entered the doors, he was spouting a bit of it, primarily mumbling. "I remember..telling myself...before you came to me and my fries...that no crime nor space could keep me from your face!", he informed her, not perfectly remembering what he'd developed in his mind earlier. "And it was true! Do you know, Sice, I would...I would not have rather I had seen anyone else tonight? On my birthday? I'm eighteen! I'm....not...too young now." Managing to realize he was getting sidetracked, he cocked his head a little and shook it, trying to get back to what he was saying. "I was meaning...I would have gone out with you and you only if you'd wanted to...and if the...the other...s...hadn't tricked me into...their idea. Would you have...come with me? Like that night with the fries and movie and you sleeping? When you...ran...away..." A pang of sadness hit him, before he looked to her desperately. "You won't run away again, would you?"

Words - 632
Muse - Excellent!
Notes - I forgot how much I missed this thread. XD[/size]

[Sice (No.6)]

Sleep kept drifting at the edge of her vision. It was the middle of the night, or rather, too early morning, and here she was dealing with a drunk archer when she should be in bed right now, enjoying the sleep that she could get. It was odd seeing him this way, just rambling on and on about whatever came into his head. Usually he lectured on about a point, but now it was just inconsistent rambling. She wondered how much alcohol he really did consume at that party to make him act this way. He was drunk enough for his words to be slurring, and that he couldn’t even stand. And now he was going to be sick. Or worse. And she was really hoping that she would be able to get him to a toilet before he realized that all of that alcohol was coming back up to say hi.

She grabbed the fries, hesitantly and reluctantly, and headed back towards the entrance, ignoring the very pleased look on Trey’s face. If he asked about this the next morning then she would just have to say that she had a craving for them. That would work. At least Trey could still sort of walk, otherwise that would make this all so much harder. So long as he didn’t faint or fall unconscious on the way back then everything would be alright.

She finally was able to get him inside and headed down towards the dorms, though not quite sure which direction to head towards; the men’s? Or the woman’s? So, she went in another direction altogether, knowing her way around this school like the back of her hand. She would figure it out on the long way back, so long as no teachers found them out this late at night, especially with how drunk Trey was. Yeah, that would go over great. Trey had started mumbling the moment they had entered the school and luckily it was quiet so nobody would come after them, hopefully. If he started yelling then she would have to knock him out. Luckily, for her she still had her scythe with her which would make that action very easy if it did in fact come to that. She shook her head as he started to spout nonsense once more, something about not letting anything get in the way of seeing her face? Whatever. She nodded when he said he wasn’t too young, just letting him go on and on as he usually did. And then he started talking about going out with her. She looked down at him as he went on to talk about the date that ended up with her falling alseep on his shoulder and running away. He had a saddened look on his face. She stopped as he asked if she wouldn’t run away again.

...Did she really hurt him that bad? Ok, yeah, sure she hadn’t exactly explained as to why she had suddenly left, but she had thought it was pretty clear with how embarrassed she had been after she realized she had fallen asleep during the movie. And yeah, she did kind of close the door in face which could be seen as a sign of rejection, but she hadn’t thought about it until now. She sighed and continued on walking once more, getting closer and closer to the dorms with each passing step. “No, Trey, I won’t run away again. I promise.”

~~~

Words: 577
Muse: Good
Notes: Motivation came back!