((Everyone and anyone is welcome and encouraged to jump in))Jonathan, who has certainly not been a mainstay at the Student Union building, or it's cafeteria, stops by in the afternoon to grab a quick early bite to eat, settling down at an empty table by the window.Why on earth am I eating this crap, he ponders, thinking of the stack of ingredients he and Nathan have back in Rowan Hall and of what better-tasting and likely healthier grub he could cook up. Oh, right. Aside from my mood, I'm getting a bit tired of cooking. What a laugh Nate would have at that.The meal drags on interminably as Jonathan gazes out the window and picks at his food, lacking much by way of appetite at the moment. His posture gives away a certain tension. He mutters a few words to himself and keeps staring out the window."I am going to get extremely drunk tonight," he declares to himself, loud enough to be overheard at any of the neighboring tables, which he hasn't been paying attention to since he arrived.
Derek carries a tray, piled with some fruit, a large salad, and what passes as a hamburger (no fries). Finding a seat near Jonathan's table, by coincidence, he proceeds to dig in."I am going to get extremely drunk tonight," he declares to himself, loud enough to be overheard at any of the neighboring tables, which he hasn't been paying attention to since he arrived.Derek looks over at the declaration. With a broadening smile as he recognizes Jonathan, he says aloud, "Sounds like the beginnings of a plan."
"I am going to get extremely drunk tonight," he declares to himself, loud enough to be overheard at any of the neighboring tables, which he hasn't been paying attention to since he arrived.
Jonathan snaps out of his reverie when he realizes he said the quiet part loud, and he blushes deeply as he turns to see Derek at the neighboring table."Yeah, I guess it is. I didn't give any thought to what I'd do once I was elegantly wasted, if anything. The getting drunk was more of the plan in itself. It's a bit of a tradition I indulge in, though I was kind of hoping to avoid it this early into term."Ah, what the hell?"Care to join me?" Jonathan asks, not specifying out of hand whether the invitation is to sit at his table or to join him for the night's binge.
At another nearby table, Morag stretches, and sighs with frustration and suppressed anger, turning the page in her family violence textbook and taking another bite of her sandwich. ** Between studying for the psych mid-term and slogging through all these depressing case studies, if I don't find a way to blow off some steam soon somebody's going to get hurt... **The words of the two fae nearby filter through and catch her attention, and she drops the book and looks up. "Don't tell me there's actually a decent bar somewhere in this town?"
Jonathan turns to face the new voice.Wha... eep."Bars are crap in this town. Closest good one nearby is a forty minute drive, but I might have to settle for less. It'd be a bitch of a night's spending with booze and a cab tab."
"Closest thing to a decent bar in this town is a local dive where overweight family men go to unwind before heading home to a bland dinner." Derek snorts.
Still carrying her tray and apparently still looking for a table, Geain pauses at the edge of the conversation, tipping her head. "Would something in-house be more fun, if we had a place to host?"
** Hmmm -- another bird-girl? I don't think she's the same one who was doing that thing with the umbrellas... **Morag gathers her books over to one side of the table so that there's room for Geain to sit at her table if she wants to, though she's pretty used to people not wanting to. Musing over the pooka's suggestion, she says "It'd have to be somewhere other than the residence halls, unless there was a way to keep the RAs from finding out. I think my eyes glazed over halfway through that mile-long list of rules they hit us with, but I'm pretty sure some of them had to do with booze."
Derek shrugs, "Anyone know anyone in an off-campus housing arrangement where the beer flows like a river?"
Morag gathers her books over to one side of the table so that there's room for Geain to sit at her table if she wants to, though she's pretty used to people not wanting to.
Morag smiles, hoping to put the nervous pooka at ease, but a redcap's smiles rarely look reassuring, no matter what the actual intent behind them. Geain nods sympathetically and leans all the way over her table to pat his arm. "Was she someone you met here or an old sweetheart?"She glances wistfully at the ease with Geain coaxes the satyr into sharing his troubles. ** Man, I wish I could do that. I put my hand on someone's shoulder, they think I'm going to eat their arm. Who am I kidding to think I'll ever be able to make a good counsellor? Wow. I really DO need to get drunk.. **
"Yeah. In-house'd be fine if it was for anything other than drinking, becuase I'd love to do something, but I'd also like to be able to stay in-house after tonight. I'm open to suggestions for activities or places. Anything to take my mind off things - the post-breakup binge was really just the first thing that came to mind."Silent part loud again, dude, what's going on today?((OOC: Way to get dirt faster without asking, Pooka!))
((OOC, yeah, oops, put this in the wrong place. Apologies.))
"Someone say something about drinking?" Clayton said, walking up with a tray full of "health" food: lots of veges, a tuna-fish wrap, milk and as few carbs as possible."I have a car and will DD if people chip in for gas money. And if we go clubbing, it'll give me a chance to burn off a beer early in the evening." He grins, picturing the bunch of Wilders going out on the town.
Derek chuckles, "I appreciate the offer, but unless you're going to strap me to the roof, I doubt I'll be able to take you up on that."
"I bet a bunch of the rest of us would be down for it," though, Jonathan adds.
"Yeah, count me in. God, I haven't been to a club since -- well, since before I left LA. Guess that wasn't that long ago, but it seems like ages. If we can find somewhere with a decent band playing, even better."
"Good!" Clay says. "What time do you all want to meet?"Then he looks over at Derek. "It's actually a convertable," he says, "so maybe you could fit, if we squish a bit."
"I don't have any more classes today, so I'm good with pretty much any time."
(( OOC: replied here. You have at least two takers on your offer thus far... ))
"Yeah. In-house'd be fine if it was for anything other than drinking, becuase I'd love to do something, but I'd also like to be able to stay in-house after tonight. I'm open to suggestions for activities or places. Anything to take my mind off things - the post-breakup binge was really just the first thing that came to mind."
-Geain nods sympathetically and leans all the way over her table to pat his arm. "Was she someone you met here or an old sweetheart?"-Jonathan seems quite at ease with the stranger's gesture, cracking a weak smile."Met 'er here. She's a great girl, just couldn't handle me, I guess."
Nodding again, Geain breaks the over-sized gingersnap she picked up for desert in half and offers one of them to Jonathan. "I've had that happen before too and I think it's mostly that some people just can't handle our intensity as well as others, especially if they aren't on the same..well, the same team, so to speak."
Jonathan accepts the gingersnap and takes a bite, savouring the flavor, seeing as his lunch wasn't so great."I don't think that was it, but I think she thought that some things just don't seem as good an idea the next morning as the night before."It's pretty obvious what he's referring to, but he's not saying it with a bragging tone. He sounds more resigned about it than anything.
With a slight, furtive glance towards Morag, Geain holds out the other half of the cookie towards the redcap though the majority of her attention stays fixed on Jonathan."That's an excuse for a three tequilla evening if I've ever heard one."
"Yeah, sounds like it. So how many people do you think we can fit in Clay's car?"She accepts the offered cookie with a smile. "Thanks."
In answer to Morag's questions, he offers:"Well, there's Clay and four of us. If we put the big man in the front seat and cram me in the back with you ladies, we *might* all be able to fit."
"We could use my car too, as long as someone has a snow shovel to help clean out the back seat."Geain smiles, giving Morag another shy, sideways look and nods. "You're welcome, those are my favorite in the world, just like the ones my nanny made."
Clay grins. "Or someone could... Go Ask Alice for a bit of help. Anyone know Alice?"
"You lost me, dude."
Clay lowers his voice. "It's a cantrip that lets people... or things I guess... grow or shrink, like in Alice and Wonderland."
** A cantrip? And here I thought he was talking about a drug deal or something. *sigh* You can take the girl out of the gutter... **
Geain blinks at Clay through her glasses. "How far away would we have to park to do the clown car trick? I think I'd have to vote for 2 cars if it was left up to me."
((OOC: I started the thread where everyone is at the club because it's getting late in the month, and from my own experience, if no one starts it, it probably won't be written about.))