College Kills 1x1

[ROUX]

"Come on now, I can't lay out all of my cards, good friend," he snickered, noticing Matthias's shock and taking advantage of it, swiping the ball mid dribble. "But I'll tell ya this - " he shot the ball, hitting it off of the backboard and through the net with a satisfying thump as it hit the ground under.


"- He's long since been done being Azazel's little secret. Granted, I didn't hear it from him directly, but he seems to have some pretty talkative friends...and get this - I don't have to lift a finger! He'd going to call the feisty bugger on it tomorrow night, with no less than a kick ass song. Great for me, I mean, I've got a live band, professions of love, and six kegs of booze," Joey laughed, retrieving the ball again before delivering the line that gained him popularity beyond the frat house. "What could possibly go right?"

 

[BlueJae]

Matthias blinked when the ball was taken from him but made no effort to get it back as the ball went in the hoop "Apparently nothing." He muttered, thinking about the hell that would be caused after all of that, but more importantly- Azazel's reaction. He knew the man wouldn't have an outberst in the middle of the party but if Alec was trying to accomplish something, he wasn't sure if this was the way to do it. But whatever right? It wasn't his business, wasn't anybody's but their own he guessed. He couldn't say that he wasn't interested though. He was probably just as interested in seeing it go down as Joey was, maybe a little less, but just about.

 

[ROUX]

Something had changed.


Alec was really making an effort to be as inconspicuous as he could, bu he just couldn't stop doing things that were uncharacteristic for him. All week it'd been happening, ever since Tera had found a way to actually put his plan in action. His guitars had been nowhere in sight, and he was now doing more studying in hid dorms anything else - and he usually despised that. But he couldn't very well practice in front of Azazel now could he? But he still needed a way to distract himself, so...history it was.


Another thing. He'd usually attempt to make some sort of small talk with his roommate, from time to time, it was normal really.But he hadn't said one word to the other man since Monday, and had barely even looked at him. He was nervous, that much was obvious, even this morning, the morning before it all. Up early, another abnormal thing, made coffee at five thirty in the morning, only to spill it twice and nurse a burn for thirty more minutes. Hopefully his performance didn't go as horrible as this.


He sunk down in a chair, going over his notes for class, that he'd rewritten the day before, one more time.

 

[BlueJae]

"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate you?"


"Many times Charlot."


"That's twice you've screwed me over in one week. Feeling proud over there, Zel?"


"I wouldn't apologize if I was feeling proud."


Matthias's eyes flicked back and forth between the two as they argued at the table, the three of them had gone for breakfast, originally it was just Matthias and Aiden, but when Aiden had seen Azazel he nearly tackled the man out of anger and hadn't left him alone since. Matthias's thoughts, however, were still flicking back and forth between the two's current fighting and Joey's words from the other night- which still troubled him. Even if he had screwed Aiden over, Matthias's wondered just how well he'd deal with the party- with what was coming at the party. Matthias was hoping he had the decency not to make a scene but god knew it was a possibility. But of course, this could be considered karma of sorts for whatever it was the man had done. Which, apparently, over the past few days had been a lot. Matthias leaned back in his chair, taking another drink of coffee before blinking, realizing Aiden had turned to him "Matthias back me up here, you know I'm right." He said, Matthias redirected his attention to the T.V across the room.

 

[ROUX]

Apparently, toothpaste and cereal did not go together. At all.


Michael wasn't exactly running late for class, but he did have somewhere to be...was supposed to go over something with Tera and Alec before crap started. Something about a song, and meeting the drummer, he'd been told, so he'd agreed. He knew his sister would kill him if he backed out of the party now anyway, even though he was going to feel ridiculous preforming. He just would.


God damn, it seemed like he was being surrounded by freshmen honestly, it was ridiculous, but if he was being honest, he didn't mind too much. It was always very entertaining to watch Tera and Alec interact, what with the obvious crush she had on him, and the similarly apparent signs that he'd totally friendzoned her. Or at least, it was obvious to him. He had thought about pointing that out to her on more than one circumstance, just to be an ass about it, but decided not to, telling himself it was because she'd had countless other 'boy toys' to look at instead of Alec. She wasn't exactly a one type kind of girl, not that she slept around, like a certain preppy other he'd heard of.


He grabbed his coat, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth with serious distaste as he spat the mixture of Colgate and mini wheats into a napkin, tossing it in the trash. Never. Again.


Michael then pulled the other arm of the worn leather jacket on over his Nirvana shirt, before whipping a half crumpled sheet of paper out of one of the pockets and ripping a corner off, scribbling the word 'Ok' on it with the added question mark, leaving it where he knew Luci would see it. He wasn't letting the things he'd seen the night before go unmentioned, that was for sure. It was strange. He did mostly communicate with the man in notes - they weren't usually in the same room to have the opportunity to talk...he supposed that was his fault. He decided his placing was satisfactory before grabbing his bag and heading out the door, having a valid reason to get out early fro once.

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer rolled, reaching for the blanket that wasn't there. He felt around and when he didn't feel it his eyes fluttered open. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes, having woken up about 20 minutes after Michael left. He looked around his room, blinking slowly, almost one eye at a time before realizing just what had happened. Right. He sighed, first thing was first. The next fifteen minutes was taken up by calling all his professors and scribbling down all the work that he would need to do before tomorrow and all the work he would need to go over as well as trying to explain why he couldn't make it today. He rarely missed school therefore his professors had good reason to worry. That said he took the list and set it down gently on the nightstand before making his bed, scooping up the shredded pencils, and throwing them away along with the torn up backpack. He then picked up the papers, taping some of them back together before organizing them all back into order. He would spend his day in the deepest corners of the library so not to be found while he caught up on all his work. He'd have to skip breakfast and he'd be lucky if he didn't miss lunch, diner was only a possibility. Taking out the spare backpack he started packing and once everything was set headed out- only to get stopped by a note. He pushed up his glasses and examined it before taking out a tiny notepad and scribbling down 'Perfectly.' on it, setting it atop the previous note and heading out. It was half-hearted and a lie but one couldn't tell that over writing...Certainly. Oh well, Lucifer wouldn't be seeing his room-mate anyway, not with how busy he'd be, so it didn't much matter.

 

[ROUX]

"Friiiiiiday, Friiiiiiday, gotta get down on-"


"Kris, no. Shut the hell up."


"Woah, Ter bear, look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," the blond laughed, rolling out of the path of Tera's fist as it narrowly missed his eye. Whether it was the Rebecca Black monstrosity or the nickname, she was having none of it. At least, not over only her first coffee. Speaking of it, the cup was currently acting as a paperweight over all the papers the woman had splayed in front of her, some homework, some ideas, and more drawings. The classwork loads were lightning significantly now - their professors were just about as done as they were, everyone and looking forward to the holidays for sure. She lifted the cup, still fairly warm to the touch as she straightened the papers under them with her other hand, watching Kristoff play some superhero game on his phone for a moment before she looked up and noticed the two figures walking towards them. She poked the sophomore in the ribs and he looked up, letting the back of his 5S hit the table as he straightened.


Michael had intercepted Alec on the way to the hall, and his expression gradually flitted from confusion to shock, then to amusement as the younger man explained his little plan. "So you - and he - this is fucking hilarious!" he stated, and Alec shushed him, shaking his head as the other laughed, nearly dropping the pop tart's he'd snagged on the way in the said hilarity. "It is not hilarious," Alec grumbled, disappointed the strudels hadn't yet hit the ground as they entered the cafe-like portion of the dining hall, walking to his friend's table. "It's stupid - he's stupid - and I was never going to let him ignore this. I mean, he'd known me for half the damn year, and I've never exactly given up on anything..."


"Oh - The British are coming!" Kristoff chuckled as he and Tera rounded the table to meet the others, Kristoff holding out a hand to Michael as he approached. "Kristoff Elessar at your service, resident drummer if you will. Alec, why didn't you mention there were more of you fish and chip people?" he snickered, as Michael shook his hand, rolling his eyes at the comment.


"Michael Vanderbilt, bassist... Yes Alec, why didn't you tell me there were more didgeridoo playing aussies I could hang with?" he shot back, and the two man stared at each other for a moment before Kristoff barked out a laugh, slapping Michael on the back and moving back to his seat. 'Oh we're going to get along juuuust fine mate."


Tera rolled her eyes to high heaven, thinking that if this went on they were going to get stuck up there at some point. "Right. Now that you've had your bro moment, can we focus on this list please? I still have to study."

 

[BlueJae]

"Hey Zel, your arch nemesis just entered the building." Aiden snickered and pointed to the one coming straight for them "Eyo Foul, Harrison...Hunter." Piercing eyes stared down at Azazel "Where you been buddy, still hittin' on that white haired cutie? How's she been treating you? Like shit I imagine, but hey, headstrong guy like ya ain't going to let that get you down are you? No? Didnt think so, now then, scoot over I just got here and I need my daily dose of conversion. Or you know what? Don't worry 'bout it, I got you." They sat right in Azazel's lap, ignoring the man's hissing and displeased grunting "So, how's college been treating you my friend, gotta know how my bestie is doing after all." Aiden only smiled, quite pleased with this "Mmhm? Oh, me? Quite well, did you know Azazel got his nose broken?" A gasp sounded at the news and they turned to Azazel who frowned "My poor violent child, does it still hurt?" They cooed, Azazel rolled his eyes, only growling when his face was smooshed between two hands "Poor kid, was it that nerdy girl, Aiden why is your sister so mean to himmm?" They whined, patting Azazel's face, Aiden laughed "I'm not sure, all he wants is love."


"Aiden I will seriously hurt yo-shtop. Lhet my fash goh." Azazel narrowed his eye when his face was mushed again "There there, you're fiiiine."


"I hate you all so, so much." Azazel snarled as he was hugged by the laghing figure.

 

[ROUX]

"No. Fucking. Way. How did they not find you with that?!"


"You'd be surprised how much people are willing to overlook things if you pretend to be what they already think you are - which in my case, would be a stuck up rich ass prep snob. Am I? Nah, I'm a much more traditional kind of asshole, I like to think," Michael snickered, and Kristoff shrugged, wincing as he watched his new friend stick the large needle into his upper arm, his fingers twitching in discomfort as he decided to focus on something behind Michael instead.


'Never did like needles..."


"No one does. But I have my reasons," Michael sighed, before pulling the metal out from under his skin, feeling the lightheadedness that it's brought but sighing when the whispers dissapeared from his mind. He'd stopped by his dorm after lunch, and as Terashiel had so gleefully predicted, they'd been 'broing out' all day. If you could call vigorous vape sessions and a debate on corvettes that. He had been pleased to find out that the other enjoyed English football as much as he did.


"Probably should head back now. I actually have a class this period," Kris announced, and the bassist followed suit, having a destination of his own in mind. Michael nodded and watched the other man leave, before eyeing the paper he'd picked up earlier. He might have bought it if the word hadn't been underlined, and who knew, it could have just been another annoyingly precise habit of his roommate's. But Michael didn't believe him one bit, and his absence from classes was driving him to investigate. He shut the door behind him, heading for the library, as it seemed to be where Luci's kind usually were. Who knew, maybe he'd get lucky, and they all knew each other through textbook waiting list's or something. Either way, the man had nothing better to do - that's what he'd been telling himself - and classes were over for him.


He crossed the quad quickly, tosing an apple up and down in the air before entering the library, stopping for a moment before heading to the first vaguely familiar person he saw. One of his sisters friends, the white haired one - eugh...none of them liked him very much. All well.


Michael crossed over to her table, standing across from her on the other side, still tossing the apple as he cleared his throat. "Ah, Foul numero uno. Care to help me on a case?"

 

[BlueJae]

Amira didn't look up from her book, she simply carried on reading "I don't remember signing up to be detective but assuming it's something small, I suppose." She would've asked for a name but just the fact that they knew her, or her last name, was enough for her to assume they at least knew someone she did- and the fact that they knew she was the first born. Perusual she was leaned over a book, head in the left hand's palm and her right hand was holding the book pages down and flipping through them so that she could read. She did, however, take a single glance up before returning to her book but she stopped- only for a second's time, when familiar words hit her: "If he asks about me simply tell him I'm busy. You can't miss him really, and if you do, he has this parculiar smell to him- don't make that face I didn't smell him- Stop laughing!"


Ah yes, her dear friend Luci had come by, way earlier than usual, and warned her about his roommate, though, she had to admit Lucifer looked a wreck from him mood to his looks, and she was a bit worried knowing that he hadn't walked back by her meaning he still hadn't left the library...It might've been nice to have someone check up on him, even if it was...This guy.

 

[ROUX]

"Why thank you miss Watson," Michael drawled in his flawless accent, something he often did when he was making an attempt to be nice to people. Flaunting it often oozed politeness, even if his overall demeanor did not, but at this very moment in time he was in a fairly nice mood - genuine manners from him were a rare thing. He ceased his tossing of the apple, holding his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on his toes as he inquired.


"I was wondering if you might have seen my roommate...annoyingly tall, studious, in dire need of new glasses, and named after a verrrry infamous fallen angel?" He asked, shooting her the least mischievous smile he could manage.

 

[BlueJae]

"Lucifer. Second floor in the very, very back around the historical region." She said, she couldn't just leave him be, even if he did ask her to, she was too motherly for her own good- except when it came to a certain someone, then she was referred to as the ice queen. That said, she flipped the page of her book, quite pleased with her own preformance, but that was all. She had taken notice to the other's attempts to be nice but commented not on it as she continued her own work,


The 'Devil himsef' had gone through four periods of work already and was working towards getting fifth periods work done as he pushed up his glasses and examined the information from the lab that had been done. Mathmatics, perusual, not his strong point but none the less he could do fairly well in it, scribbling down the work and flipping through the information now and then once again, usually thrice in one go. He preferred it back here because most people hated history and never came here unless it was for a class and thus the small table in the back was nicely hidden from view.

 

[ROUX]

"Ah. Many thanks," he said, before walking in the direction of the stairs, taking two t a time as he hummed a Tchaikovsky tune from his favorite Holiday play. He wasn't sure if it was the cold weather, Christmas tree in the common room or just his current high, but he was feeling the Christmas spirit. Then again, who didn't enjoy this time of year? In his opinion, all was merry and well, and his attitude always improved a bit when the Christmas cookies appeared on store shelves.


He trailed his fingers along the railing before he reached the second floor, considerably more quiet than the first. He actually hadn't been up here before, and it was oddly...peaceful. He recalled the location Amira had given him, his eyes flicking to the labels on the walls a he moved toward the back of the building, spotting the history books, and sauntering over to them. He figured he was getting closer when the students became more and more scarce, until he ended up spotting the man in a secluded corner, practically hidden from view thanks to a few stacks of thick almanacs on the tables. Michael made his way over silently, not even bothering to announce his arrival before sitting down next to him after stealing a chair, and rolling the green fruit across the table onto Lucifer's paper. He observed what he was working on, and winced. Today was not the ideal day to miss class, at least not for their shared one. Knowing the man even for this short time, there was no way Luci would ask for assistance i he needed it, even if this was the most crap - tastic lab they'd been assigned. Fitting for their end of semester project too, he supposed. Still, he asked the obvious, deciding to make himself heard besides the offered apple.


"Need help?"

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer didn't hesitate to poke the fruit off his papers and let it roll th other way, nor did he hesitate to answer the other with a flat "No." Before continuing- he'd been doing perfectly fine...Granite he had checked some things with the calculator to make sure they were but damnit they had been ok? He was perfectly fine, or had been at least. Michael wouldn't have found him on his own which meant he asked Amira and- alright, he couldn't blame her, not with his attitude this morning. He hadnt been in the best mood after his memory returned, and he still wasn't, not with that damned annoying voice in his head. He was tempted to stab the apple, actually, but it would look weird to reach across the table just to stab the thing and hed already been writing in bold because of how hard he'd been pressing down on the paper. It was a bitch to erase to be honest. Thats why he checked his work with the calculator before he put the answer down so he wouldn't have to redo everything, though when he did it was easy to see where he'd torn the paper from pushing too hard. His work was a prime example of his mood all day and it was not a good one, at least though, he had the decency to mellow out around others.

 

[ROUX]

"Mm. So..." Michael sighed, catching the refused piece of fruit in his left hand, which had previously been splayed over the table. "You wanna talk about it? I mean, judging by the verrry unconvincing note that I found earlier, something big happened....and you're not OK," he stated, and then went silent for a moment. He then realized he was starting to sound too much like he actually cared - which he wast trying hard not to do. "I mean, you know, since next time the tornado of emotion might escape your bedroom door. And well...if my bass get's thrown against a wall...I would kill you, man," he added, crossing his arms and deciding to leave the apple where it lay, in favor if keeping his hazel eyes on the other man.

 

[BlueJae]

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm fine, and I wouldn't touch your damn bass." If he was being honest, and he was, Lucifer wouldn't leave his room when he was...Throwing fits. He knew better. People talked, even if they didnt see you do anything they did, even if they didn't know it was you for a fact, you were pinned. No, he'd learned better than to leave the room or make any loud noises. Hence the broken pencils, trashed bed, torn backpack and paper- did any of that make loud noises? Aside from the paper, no, not really, and it all happened within the safety of his room...He did have to clean up after himself yes, but once he got started he simply couldn't stop until he'd worn himself out or run out of things to break that aside...What was done was done.

 

[ROUX]

"Damn bass? That is a vintage Ibanez classic that cost me two grand. That is my baby," Michael said out of reflex, leaning back in his chair as he said so. In all honesty though, he didn't want to give up the topic of the aftermath of Lucifer's...well, whatever that was. Michael wasn't stupid - and he could see that the other man really really did not want to talk about whatever had happened. Any other person probably would have left it alone, left the table entirely, but he stayed. Little did the other man know that Michael had countless experiences like the one he was having now, and really, that why he wasn't letting up. His conscience wouldn't let him, though he was still surprised he had one after the things he'd done.


"What happened? And before you snap at me, yes, I'm a pushy asshole, fine. But I still want to know, and I'm not letting up."

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer didn't reply, didn't give any signal that he'd heard the man or was even listening for that matter, and in a way- he wasn't. Sure, he'd gotten the part where he said he wouldn't let up, but, there was the saying 'You can only extend your hand so far'. Eventually, and it would have to happen no matter how damn long it too, the other would grow tired. It might not have been within that time period, not within that day, that week, that month, and that was fine because he only ever got the call every couple of months but the point being...At some point, some exact point, the other would either stop caring or quit asking or simply grow fed up. No matter how long it took, everyone's patience let up at some point. When Michael's did, however, Lucifer wasn't sure- he only knew it wouldn't be soon.

 

[ROUX]

Michael sighed, tapping his fingers on the table with his left hand, looking down at the floor. There was a reason he had for doing this, all of this, even bothering to come and check on the man. It was the reason he'd purposely been such a colossal nuisance to Luci the day he'd moved in, and if Lucifer hadn't reacted the way he did and made his conscience kick in, he'd probably still have been at it. But whatever his roommate had heard or seen, the thing that he kept obviously lying and saying he was ok about - Michael needed to know what it was. Because he couldn't have a repeat of last year...and no one else could die. Not because of him. Even if he had to be terrible about it, Michael was going to find out whatever it was, he didn't have the time to play nice.


"Look at me," Michael commanded, his demeanor completely changing. He only got like this when something pertained to his usual and rather...deadly past, and his tone of voice made it very clear that nothing said would be out of petty boredom, but rather something deeper.


"You need to tell me whatever the hell happened. Not to be cliche, but we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, and I'm willing to do both to make sure...well that's not important. Just answer the question."

 

[BlueJae]

Lucifer would've ignored him if his pencil hadn't broke, or at least the tip did, and as the lead rolled away he realized he'd been pressing too hard- go figure. Alright. Fine. If he wanted to go at this then they would. Lucifer turned, narrowed eyes "And let me guess, the hard way is beating it out of me, or would you prefer to suffocate me in the smell and smoke of your vapes? If I wanted, and I don't, to tell you I would have already but I'm guessing you know that much. While I can't determine whether your doing it because there is a fragment of actual concern or because you enjoy being an annoyance it doesn't really matter. It's been, what? Four days since we've met? And as I'm sure you couldn't care less about that, I do, not to mention the fact that you were a dick for a solid three of them. I don't confide in people and even if I did you'd be first to last on the list. For the matter, this isn't the first time this has happened and it sure as hell won't be the last, personal matters and they can't be helped. If you'd like to switch rooms or roommates I wouldn't blame you. Now, if you're going to kick my ass at least try not to break my glasses and refrain from sending me to the emergency room, if you could please, I don't plan on fighting back." Lucifer finished, waiting for the punch to the face or flip of the chair- maybe he'd pick him up and slam him into the bookcase, Luci couldn't be sure... Ah! Yell at him, he might scream at him possibly.

 

[ROUX]

Michael was up in seconds, slamming one hand on the table and another on the back of Luci's chair, his face only inches from the other's. If he was angry, wasn't showing it, and in fact, he was not. His reduced shot hadn't provided enough of a rush to stop him from slipping into his less stable state, and anything could happen at this point. Anything.


After a good two minutes of the peculiar staring, the hand that had been on the table went for the broken pencil that Lucifer was holding, and he pried the fingers away from it one by one before taking it, and snapping that in half, keeping one side, which had snapped and left him with a very sharp piece of the wood. He dropped the other half, keeping the one with the point, and slowly brought his hand to Lucifer's neck, pressing it there as he spoke.


"You're right. I don't know you...you don't know me...and you certainly don't know what I'm capable of. The thing's I've done...ghastly, some of them, and I certainly am not proud of it. Or at least, I've been told I shouldn't be," he said, his voice chilly, only because of the lack of emotion, and then the added words that made him seem even more detached. He dragged the pencil over the pale skin, pressing down until a drop a blood appeared. His hazel eyes flicked back to Lucifer's and then, only then did he smile. "You are testing me, whether you know it or not...you're not like the others, no. And you, you think that I'd do something as barbaric as to beat you and leave you here? No...no, I wouldn't do that," Michael said, his eyes now, not their normal color. His own normal irises had become a glowing ivory, and he removed the broken shard of pencil from Lucifer's neck, tossing it away only to place his hand behind the man's head, pulling at his hair and firmly tipping his head back, bearing his neck as he stared at the contrast between the red blood on Lucifer's porcelain skin. "Even though...the mental image of you screaming under me is appeasing..." His eyes were locked on it, and he leaned down further, lowering his mouth to the spot and kissing it softly, his tongue flicking out to catch the droplet before he released the man's hair and straightened again. Before his eyes returned to their normal color, he murmured something into his roommate's ear.


"Il ya quelque chose sur vous , Lucifer Kane Quinn...maybe. Maybe I do care about you," Michael said thoughtfully, before his eyes returned to their normal, and he stepped away, a bit off kilter. He blinked, opening his mouth, then shutting it, furrowing his eyebrows as a strange feeling left him, and his mind was his own again. He turned, whisking out of the corner and back towards the stairs upon realizing what he was supposed to be doing, leaving Lucifer to his work.

 

[BlueJae]

"Hello?"


"Aiden."


"...How the fuck did you get my number?"


"Not important I need you to translate something for me."


"Unimportant my candy ass, but fine, what is it exactly you need? Last time I checked you weren't taking any foreign language classes."


"Il ya quelque chose sur vous."


"French, for one, and for two it means 'There's something about you'...Why, who told you that?"


"Unimportant, either way, I'll leave you be...See you Monday, then."


The man rubbed his neck, shoving his phone back into his pocket, well, it wasn't the worst pain he'd had...No, he'd had far worse, this was nothing compared to then. Looking at his work, he still had two periods left but, but it was Friday. He could do the rest Sunday and until then...He wasn't going back to the dorm, no not after that. Two days was enough for someone to snap bad into reality right? Surely and if not, this was always an option. He had no family near by, and he refused to sleep in his car so...This was all he could think of to do. Packing his stuff he was lucky, at least, that he didn't encounter Michael on the way out. Wherever he'd gone was none of his business. He, himself, left campus- into the snow full streets and slunk into a subdivision nearby. It was cold, and he wished he'd brought his jacket but he wasn't risking a drop by the dorm. A few more blocks wouldn't kill him. They almost did, however, but when he saw the single story house in the distance his steps became purposeful and he hurried to the front door. Key under the mat, perusual and very cliche might he add, he unlocked the door and slipped in key in hand before locking it behind him. The house was dead silent, and it wasn't his, but he was always welcome here he knew that much- he didn't want to do this but he couldn't stay at his dorm neighbors' house for the weekend, too close. Setting his stuff down quietly as he could he flopped onto the couch stomach down and heaved into the cushion. Warm...Very warm. The house was always the right temperature and he loved that. He stared at the ceiling, or rather into the darkness, until he could feel his eyelids droop. He'd apologize in the morning...

 

[ROUX]

"Hey, Amira, It's Joey. I was hoping you were still coming to the party tonight. Trust me babe, you're not gonna want to miss it," Jophiel chuckled over the line before leaving the last bit of the voicemail. "But, ah...let me know if you need a ride, kay?"


He hit the red button on his screen, sighing as the smile left his face, back to business. Everyone who knew him was aware of just how seriously he took is event planning, and to hell if they made fun of him for it. Things needed to be perfect...always. No matter how stonefaced drunk people were going to get.


"God dammit Kevin, we can't have people tripping OVER the lights - move them. And where the hell is my alcohol? Somebody better get the bartender on the line and let him know that we do not water down our drinks, unless he wants to be blacklisted like the last. Let's GO people!" he shouted, pointing and directing as he went. The man was a whirlwind of energy, dashing from place trying to get things up in time.

 

[BlueJae]

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Amira groaned, listening to the voicemail before hitting her head on the table as Aiden, glancing up from his doodling across from her, arched a brow "Oooh? Are you bang-"


"Aiden! No! Jesus, get your damn work done." Aiden made a face at his sister's reaction "I did, like, ten hours ago." There was a silence and the stare down began "Ok it was ten minutes ago but when I started counting down the time it felt like hours." He said, crossing his arms, then glanced up at the clock "Speaking of hours though, sister dear, I think should should hit that gas pedal, we only have a few until the party- you going to take him up on that ride?" He inquired, Amira frowned at him "You going to call him back at least?" There was no answer, Aiden paused, stuck a finger up, then grinned "Oh I get it, you're doing that stupid thing chicks do in your little romance novels where they play hard to get and give the guy the cold shoulder so they can watch them flounder after them. That's not going to work. Joey isn't Azazel, he will get bored lovely." Aiden seemed to be promising that, Amira just sat there, her face just about as done as Aiden's usual demeanor "Mind you, I was doing no such thing, I'm capable of driving and I can damn well make my way there without informing him. He should know better than to think I'd ditch." She said, jabbing a finger in his general direction, Aiden put his hands up in defense "Ok ok, think of it as a warning then, sis, not every guy wants to treat you like a princess is all I'm saying, and I'm not doing it to be a dick- For your information, as your brother it is my sworn duty to ensure your utmost safety and happiness." He saluted her, a stupid grin on his face, Amira only rolled her eyes "I'm going back to work."

 

[ROUX]

Gabriel walked across campus, a caramel latte in one hand, and a folder in the other. He ha dust gotten his last round of grading finished with, and had packed up, tossing his things in his car when he figured he'd give a certain one of his student's his lab report back - the rest of the class had gotten theirs the day before but he had yet to grade this one until a couple hours ago. He wasn't going to make the man wait until the day of the exam to see what he had gotten wrong anyhow, might as well return it now. It wasn't like he'd done bad, Aiden had received almost a perfect score after all - and the TA had indeed figured out why it had not been turned in on time. He didn't bother punishing Azazel - his marks would see to that - but he hadn't taken any points off of Aiden's for the timing either.


He pushed the scarf around his neck up with his forearm, not bothering to re-tuck it under the collar of his trench coat, careful not to spill his hot drink as said student and sister's table came into view. A smile slowly came over his features as he neared, matching his mood as he walked forward and approached them. "Amira, Aiden - enjoying your evening I see?"