College Kills 1x1

[BlueJae]

"No."


"Absolutely."


Amira denied it and Aiden seemed, to his usual demeanor, go against his sister and agree. Then again, his sister was up to her shoulders in paper work, some things weren't even due until after winter break, but of course nothing anyone could say or do would stop her from trying to finish it. Aiden on the other hand had finished what he'd been assigned- or at least what Amira had forced him to accomplish if he wanted to go to that damn party, and oh did he. She did too, she couldn't deny it, or at least this was Aiden's view of the situation. Never in a million years would he have thought that she would go for a frat boy like Joey but then again, he was going for her and he wasn't sure if it worked the other way around as well. But of course, back to reality, he focused on his teacher, who was here for god knows what reasons. He did, of course, bring backsour memories for Azazel so you know what? He hoped Amira was going for Joey just so that asshole would never get the satisfaction of having his sister.

 

[ROUX]

"Ah, siblings. Never had the pleasure of having any myself, but you can say that I wish I had..." he winked at the two of them, before stretching out his right arm, extending the paper to Aiden, with the 'A' circled on the front in red. "I finished this up a while ago, thought it might help you study - I know you will. As for Mr. Azazel..." he rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee before he finished the sentence. "...well you'll never get very far in life riding on other's coattails. Shame too, he's smarter than he gives himself credit for. Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time, I'm sure you have places to be after all - teachers may not have lives, but we hear about those who do," he mused, his smile growing wider as his green eyes leveled on Aiden. It was still strange, teaching those who were only a few years away from himself in age. Who knows, if Gabriel was still in school he might have gone for Aiden himself...

 

[BlueJae]

"Mmm." Aiden brought his eyes down to the grade on his paper, damn straight, he thought so. He hummed in approval, feeling the searing eyes of his sister strain to see the paper. She demanded an update of his grades every so often and if given the chance, like now, she would check his work. A, then? Normally, she might scold him for not getting at least an A plus- always giving him the same lecture about how he could do better, but then again was an A not good enough? Looking at it from Aiden's view, anything above a C was something worthy of praise, it wasn't borderline and it would pass you through a class and thus- treat yourself to the food court's whip cream and jello...With sprinkles. Always with the sprinkles. Either way, the unmanliness aside, he looked up to meet his visitor's eyes "Thanks." He nodded.

 

[ROUX]

"Anytime," Gabriel nodded, turning around to go and leaving the building, and stopping abruptly as the door swung right past his nose as Sarah flew through, making a beeline for the two Gabriel had just left. He rubbed the tip of his nose, glad his face was still intact, before continuing his original course and walking out, letting the door swing shut behind him as the winter air hit his face.


Sarah however, was on a mission. "Amiiiirraaaa!" she said, stopping when she reached them and swinging around to sit across from her friend and next to Aiden, ignoring him for the moment and expecting him to do the same. "Oh you poor, poor, darling! Why didn't you tell me my annoying ex was hitting on you?" she asked, her accent making the words sound a bit melodramatic, even though she was completely sincere. "Hmm, maybe you should have Azazel beat him up, he could be useful for once."

 

[BlueJae]

Amira blinked, taking her short lived time to process what exactly her friend had said, she then answered "Can't have a party without the host, and my brother would kill me if it got canceled." She said, a simple explanation as if Aiden wasn't there- but of course as they were pretending he wasn't there he was doing the same to them, looking over his work to see what had thrown him down from the highest grade to second best. A few miscalculations he guessed, nothing serious luckily.


"Alright. So then thats our plan, nothing major, sound good?"


"I suppose."


Briar grinned over at Luci, who'd paid her a visit the night prior. While he was sleeping she'd slapped a bandaid onto his neck wound, which looked a little stupid but he ignored it for the moment. He'd been reading since but she insisted since it was the weekend that they party like their collegues. A small one she said, which he supposed was ok.

 

[ROUX]

"Ugh. He's so...he's such a player. But to be honest, you don't sound all that dissapointed..."


Sarah eyed Amira for a moment, before she came to a conclusion and both her eyebrows shot up. "Wait - do you...actually like him?" she asked, incredulous. She leaned forward on her fists against the table, anxiously awaiting the answer with an unusual grin across her features. It was only times like this when you'd see Sarah that ecstatic - that, or kicking someone' ass in the rink. Now her blue eyes flicked to Aiden, pinpointing him for her next attack. "What do you know?"

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden put a hand up to block the other off "I almost got my head ripped off, not in this." He said, going over his mathmatical problems whilst Amira scoffed "I would not." She said, Aiden muttered under his breath "Only because your standards are unrealistic." Earning a glare from Amira, but he quickly went for his right to remain silent. Amira refused to believe anything of the sort, she'd only come into contact with him when he needed something or when he used to be hanging around Sarah- but, if you wanted honesty, she didnt know what to think of the other much less feel or if she trusted him enough in that area.

 

[ROUX]

"What are you wearing?" Sarah asked, after Aiden had made it clear that he was going to avoid being pummeled by the current topic of conversation. "It has to be cute of course, but white. Blacklights will shine, as I've heard. But then, you've already got that covered don't you?" Sarah said, indicating Amira's hair. "Is Azazel going? Are you going with him? Knowing him, he'll go just to get knackered. I don't know why we indulge him - oh right - he'd obsessed with you. Or is that just a cover up? Who knows, with what I've heard. These things get around though, are you aware of...well, nevermind. We'll all find out tonight I suppose," Sarah went on, pulling the thoughts from her head and stringing them together quickly, rapping her knuckles on the table.

 

[BlueJae]

Amira just watched her friend continue her roll, listening to her thoughts. Her mind wandered to what she actually would be wearing, hell if she knew, but she'd at least have an hour or two to figure it out before they actually had to be there and if worse came to worse she'd be fashionably late. Ten to one she could have her brother help her, whether he liked it or not if she gave him a theme or goal, he could find the outfit for it 99.9% of the time, the other percent being him completely denying it at all costs possibly which had only been once in their entire lives. Either way, she wasn't too sure, if at all, what theme or goal she might strive for. It was a party after all, but she'd been to little to none of those and was only going now because if he didn't she doubted that she would hear the end of it.

 

[ROUX]

"Jesus Christ, can I please have a few minutes of silence so I can tune? Please?" Alec grumbled, trying desperately to hear his instrument over the sounds echoing in the room. He was hunched over in a chair, cradling his guitar as the others moved about, the music from the party already pounding outside. Sure, they started in at least an hour, but Alec liked to be prepared for anything and everything, at least half an hour early, and since this was one of his most important performances...he needed to have everything perfect. If that meant skipping out on all the fun until he was satisfied, so be it. Of course, he was concealing the fact that he actually was nervous about this, or trying to shield it from view anyway. He didn't think Kristoff noticed when he did end up convincing them to leave him be, but Michael gave him a look that obviously saw right through the halfhearted lie, though left Alec thanking God that the older musician hadn't questioned it, at least not now. He didn't have the energy to be interrogated, he needed peace to calm his nerves, if he ever did manage to do just that. The dark haired teen moved back to his seat and flicked the switch on his amp again, starting over.


He wondered how Azazel would react. The other man seemed as if h wasn't the type to make a scene about anything, not around this many people - well, unless it was over Amira. But Alec was not Amira, no, not even close, and he still wasn't sure of Azazel's feelings toward him - or rather, he was, but he wasn't sure if he could ever get Azazel to actually admit them whether through words or actions. Alec was honestly tired of staring from afar, he'd gotten to know Azazel better from a distance, as ever since that night he'd kept his distance physically, and he didn't think Azazel even noticed, too wrapped up in his impossible attempts to seduce Aiden's sister. But he had, and he'd learned, and the more he did the more he worried. He did not want to end up meeting Azazel's fists at the end of this ordeal, though he wouldn't blame him. He stopped tuning and sighed, knowing he was in for a ride...


----


Michael walked through the haze, through the pulsing bodies around him, most of them carrying some form of alcohol, and many more covered in neon body paint, writing around the kegs that littered the area. The party, of course, had spilled out onto the lawn, there were a ton of people there, not even all from the school. In fact, over half were from surrounding colleges, and/or invited by people already attending their own school. Michael wasn't one for dancing, but he didn't mind the music, didn't even snap at the girl who'd started drawing designs on his arms with the glow paint without asking - just went with it, and eyed the marks as the black lights made them shine. He remembered Alec had refused to participate in any of the fun, claiming that he needed to concentrate on his 'pre-gig rituals', he never ever drank, and the first person who touched his skin - what was visible of it anyway, the man never wore t-shirts - would die a painful and slow death. Of course, Michael would have poked at him for it, especially because he knew half of it was bullshit, but he had other things to worry about. For a brief, fleeting moment while he had been dragging the ridiculously large bass amp out from Kris's truck, his mind had wondered to Lucifer. It was only after he'd left the library earlier and had been going back to his dorm when he realized what he'd done, and needless to say he averted his route immediately afterwards. It wasn't the drugs this time, now it was the opposite. He couldn't trust himself off the needle and this was the reason why, he couldn't hide from the creature when he wasn't too drugged up to think of it - he did things when he was off of them, and this was rather light compared to some of the it other things.


The fact that he'd done whatever he would call what he'd done wasn't the issue here. The problem was that he'd liked it. Scratching down Lucifer's otherwise perfect skin, pulling the other's head back without room for objection and allowing himself a taste of the blood he'd caused to run down the other man's neck. It was interesting, that he couldn't sift through the other's mind - that was what he did, he knew he could, no matter how many times his uncle would write it off as insanity. He could see - read, really - other people's thoughts...but at the cost of his own mind. He couldn't control it, only suppress it, and this was why.


He said he might have cared about Lucifer, that was dangerous. Any sort of connection with anyone he had usually ended badly, whether badly in itself meant hurt, angry, or dead. And at that last one he'd lost his mind after, and he wasn't trying to fix it, only to hide it, as it was all he could do. He shouldn't care for Lucifer but he did, and he knew he might flat out kill the man if he let whatever had taken over him out.


Michael snatched a bottle out of someones hand, the carrier too drunk to care, as he whipped four pills out of his jacket pocket and popped them back, followed by the alcohol before pushing the bottle back at the girl before letting the drugs take their effect. His head spun, and he felt sick almost, but then he always felt that in the beginning.


He doubted his roommate would bother to attend a party such as this. That he was glad for, because now that he's literally tasted the other...he wouldn't be able to hide the dark around him. Not at all. It would break through when it pleased now that it had a purpose. He groaned as the edges of his vision took a darker tint, and he blinked through it, ignoring the shadows that seemed o flit and flutter around in his line of sight, some recognizable shapes and faces, while others just simple dark wraiths that hung over him. It was the usual, strange hallucinations that he got, and they were ten times easier to deal with than the real ones he knew he saw when he was off the drugs, the demons he knew existed that no one else saw.

 

[BlueJae]

"That's a terrible idea."


"It's a great idea, don't be a joy kill Lucy Lue."


"Call me that again, I most certainly dare you."


"Don't be a grump Lucinda."


"I hate you so much."


"You wish you did. I'll stop if you agreeee..?" Briar leaned over the couch, staring at him, Lucifer frowned, turning back to his book "You owe me, might I add, you gave me a heart attack. I don't expect to wake up to someone on my couch you know. You can make it up to me by coming with me!" She said, patting his somewhat stubble-y cheeks, he growled something in reply "That's unfair." He grumbled, Briar shrugged "As is life, thus is such. So! Get up, find something nice to wear, and let's go. We don't have all night." She said, tugging him up, he reluctantly moved "I'm bringing my book." He said, cracking his neck, Briar frowned but didn't object- rather, mumbled something along the lines of "You're such a loser."


Briar moved swiftly and silently beside Lucifer, who followed despite being directly beside her. She glanced up at him now and then, her eyes flicking up and down, and eventually- he'd gotten fed up "Is there something on me?" He asked, flicking his eyes over to her. She hummed "Just keeping an eye on your condition." She shrugged, Lucifer made a line with his lips "My condition?" He didn't sound to pleased. He didn't like being analyzed, but Briar persisted anyways "You've seen some stuff, experienced it, I'm just making sure you don't do something rash...You do tend to lash out when you're in a mood." She said, Lucifer's room, the mess he'd made, flashed through his mind. He knew Briar told him to call her when it happened but he'd bothered her enough already with his problems. He tried to deal with it on his own, tried to stay secluded, independent if you will. It worked most of the time but then there was that percentage and he just...That. It was usually only triggered by one thing but this...This was all besides the point, despite the fact it made him feel even worse about taking refuge inside the other's house. His silence was answer enough and Briar jumped the opportunity to speak "It's not your fault, I know, buuut what we can do about that is getting your mind off it- and if that means you being a nerd in the corner while everyone else is getting drunk off their behinds and being weird, then sure, let's do it...That's still disappointing though, you really do need to get out more." She said, Lucifer chuckled at the ending statement "Thank you mother, for your lovely advice." He muttered, Briar only stuck her tongue out at him as they neared their destination.


"It smells weird in here." Lucifer crinkled his nose as they stepped inside, suddenly he couldn't hear himself think, what with the booming music- if it was even music at all. He wasn't sure what you called that, it sounded like high pitched screeching noises and someone drumming in the background. Briar rolled her eyes "Smells like fun to me. Need me to help you find a cozy place to sit out in or can I...Just..." She was slowly inching the other way, eyes never leaving Lucifer until he waved her off and she hurried off. Lucifer left her to it as he found a corner, quietest he could though that wasn't very quiet at all, as he nestled down between the walls and flipped open his book- the words were lit up by the bright blue lights that moved above him, he ignored the movements and kept his eyes on the page. This, he thought, was as close to having a good time as he was going to get. Well, no, that was a lie. As close to society's definition of having a good time as he's going to get.


-----


"Aiden! We're going to be late, quit taking so long!" Amira hissed, her brother shouted something but it was mostly nonsense as he came into view "You know, usually- There's no way you're wearing that." He said, looking her up and down "But it looks nice." She said. Thing was, this wasn't a formal party, if anything, it was exactly the opposite- and that was the problem. Aiden was a brother, a younger one, granite, but he was a brother no less and it was his job that his sister didn't draw attention, and this outfit of her's would do just that which was something he all but refused to have "Change." He said, Amira pouted "We don't have the time...And I like it." She said, Aiden waved her off "Ever heard of fashionably late? It's a thing. Change." Aiden frowned when his sister whined, she wasn't always a girl, but when she was god did he hate her so. Well, not her but rather how she acted. He liked it better when she was motherly and strict rather than whiny and dressing like a...He coughed, about to give the order again but the knock at the door cut them both short, soon Matthias was sticking his head in the dorm "So are you guys coming or what?" He asked the question but his eyes drifted to Amira, then the binder that was so viciously thrown at him "If you want to keep your sight you'll keep your eyes off her." Aiden said, pushing his sister out of the room and into the hallway. Matthias put his hands up in defense as he followed "Sorry, sorry. You look nice though, Amira." He said, in a friendly way, but he still earned a glare from Aiden and him mouthing the words 'I will kill you.'. This aside, they headed down to meet their last remaining friend and head off to the party.

 

[ROUX]

Alec was not, under any circumstance, 'OK'. Even when Tera had come in and asked him if he was. He hadn't had the energy to make something up, and he didn't exactly hold out well under stress, and this was far beyond that. In fact, he'd been such a mess that he'd told her - told her why he was doing this, and considering that he was still getting to know here and vice versa, she took it well, though she had left after giving him a hug. 'Course, she didn't understand why he wanted Azazel, of all people, and out of all situations. Alec didn't know either. It just...happened, and he found himself wishing they had gone farther that night, if only so it would have been ten times harder for Zel to pretend nothing had happened. But this wasn't the case. And there was only a part of i'm that wished the formerly said to be truth...he didn't want to give himself up to someone on a drunken one night stand, no matter what the case. But if he was going to get past that he'd have to talk about it first, make his intentions clear - or rather...sing. For most people it would have been the other way around, singing would be the most embarrassing way to go, but for Alec it was just natural to be up there, onstage, getting his emotions across through raw melody. That and it was because he couldn't say two sentences to Azazel without blushing, stuttering, or coming out with something completely ridiculous in his nervous state.


His head shot up from his guitar as Michael sauntered in, red eyed and swaying, though it was more to his drugged up state than the beat of the music outside. The older student had been going at his old habits again for reasons unvoiced, and Alec didn't bother asking about it, for now anyway. Michael made him nervous too, to be honest, the older man had a certain sense of unpredictability to him, and it unnerved others besides Alec too. However, the freshman had no reason to be afraid of him, and he didn't care what the other did as long as it didn't screw up his playing - or worse, cause him to drop like a rock onstage in the middle of the set.


"You're still in here? Aren't you freshmen supposed to take up 66% of the dance floor with the usual stupidity?" Michael asked, though crossing the room himself and allowing himself to crash backwards into a chair. Another reason that small part of him was glad his roommate wasn't here - he didn't have to tone down his drug usage. Which he needed, but a few hours more of teetering on the edge of that other persona he had was worth it if he could get Lucifer to stop thinking of him as a -what was it? He couldn't even remember. All he knew was that it hurt, and in an odd way - or maybe it was the fact that it hurt at all. Either way, it wasn't what he wanted to be. It was just what he had been forced to become. If that could change...he didn't know how to do it. Lord knew he'd tried - and failed - too many times himself, and had ended up bringing someone down with him.


"And aren't upperclassmen supposed to avoid talking to us like we're the plague?" Alec muttered, though he wasn't fazed by the other comment. He'd learned in a very short period of time not to take Michael's comments too personally, the man just carried a consistent arsenal of offhanded comments that leapt out whether he was happy with you or not. Though if you pissed him off, Alec guessed you would know it, probably by the black eye you would have received. Nonetheless, Alec was far from that path, and he intended to keep it so.


"Anyway thy aren't you dancing then?"


"I don't dance."


"That's what they all say," Alec scoffed, leaning back in his chair and pulling his guitar closer to his chest, not bothering to strap it. Michael shrugged, tapping his fingers against the bottle in his hand - one that he'd gotten himself this time and not taken from someone else. It wasn't anything special, but it would tide him over until he could go back to his dorm and swipe that needle. He watched as Alec's eyes landed on the bottle with an unreadable expression on his face. Michael snorted, holding it out, making a noise as if to ask the other if he wanted any, then dropped it in confusion as the other literally flinched away from it.


Alec rubbed the back of his head apologetically, he hadn't meant to, it was just reflex. He hadn't let himself go near anything of the sort, anything having to do with alcohol of any kind since he'd gotten drunk off of it with Azazel and landed himself in this mess because of it. It was a constant reminder, and he was grateful when Michael lowered the bottle, prompting him to give a bit of an explanation. "Sorry, I...I don't drink. Not that there;s anything wrong with you doing it -but there's something wrong with me doing it...eh. I should just stop now, shouldn't I," he muttered, looking back down at his instrument, unable not to feel the hazel eyes that were trained upon him in confusion, and a slight bit of amusement. So shy this one was, so it was interesting that he was able to change so much the moment he'd plugged in to an amp. Whoever Alec was pining after now, they should appreciate him. Rare to find someone as innocent, or at least he thought so, sighing again as he nodded and kept silent, settling for gnawing at his lower lip while he tried again in vain to sort things out in his mind.


At least, thanks to Alec - who was something of a friend if not anything else - it was a comfortable silence.

 

[BlueJae]

"I didn't know you partied, Foul."


"I didn't know you dressed up, Hunter- oh wait, you didn't. You still look like shit."


Azazel chuckled at the comment, finding it amusing despite the fact that Aiden had been purely serious, only because he saw the way he was eying Amira. No, no no no, none of that tonight. He elbowed the man in the side, hard, as they passed. Azazel frowned at his probably soon to be bruised rib but ignored it, in too good of a mood to put too much care into it as he followed after the trio making it now a group of four. Well, if they were going to give Joey credit for anything it was the fact that he could most certainly throw parties. But as such and what they carried Aiden wasn't surprised when for a single moment Amira reverted back to her natural self as she grabbed his and Matthias's shoulders with an iron grip and tugged them back to whisper in their ears "If either of you two take anything I'll kill you." With that, she let them go and wandered off herself, as much as Aiden wanted to follow her around and do his brotherly duties he supposed he still had many more years to do that in the time to come that they would spend at the college, one night couldn't hurt certainly. They'd only just arrived and they were already splitting, however, Matthias hadn't left Aiden's side. He...Was not used to this atmosphere, odd as it was considering him and Joey were good friends from what one could tell. Then again, he didn't do much else but school and sports. Luckily, he didn't fall under the stereotypical look on people who played sports or more importantly football- he did about as well in school as he did on the field, and that was a good thing. He did, of course, always have his little fallout now and then but if you wanted to play you had to be passing. Either way, not having too much of a clue about parties, other than the basics and what his parents would always tell him about- or rather complain about other stupid teenagers doing when he was younger, he wasn't too keen, which Aiden found hilarious due to his own age. Ah, well, it didn't much matter, the other man was already handing him a cup of god knows what. Well, it was one for the night ahead and another for morning after- and then a few more just for the hell of it all. Whilst they were doing that Aiden hadn't thought of just which way his sister had gone who, speaking of, was making the best of the situation and socializing while she had the chance. Living in the library didn't bring too much company other than those of who she already knew and while that wasn't- by any means - a bad thing it was refreshing to just simply chat. Though, she herself wouldn't dare trust a drink, which speaking of, she'd little of for any of the assortments. Overly cautious? Maybe. Watched the News too much? Pretty much. But, even she knew how to have a good time, without the drugs and without the drinking. That and her now glowing hair under the black lights was drawing a bunch of attention from those who were just too out of it. They spat something about her looking like a 'goddess' due to her glow, she ignored them, they were drunk and stupid...And most likely high. Her hair was what it was, and at least her attire wasn't too as such. This only left one of them, Azazel who'd decided to at least grab something to push the night by with a blur. He, of course, was still making his way there. These crowds were insane. Then again, who would want to miss a party like this? Not many, though, he could think of one man that wasn't here. Lucifer Kane, where was he now Azazel wondered? Actually, Azazel didn't come into contact with him that much at all, only knowing his name because he was one of Amira's nerd friends. Though, as his eyes scanned the heads, he noticed the man not, which wouldn't have been a hard eat in the first place due to the fact that he was a staggering six foot three, Azazel at six foot one. Azazel didn't fare well with taller people, so, he didn't make much of an effort to converse with the other when Amira wasn't around or even when she was. But, if he wasn't here, then just where exactly was he? Probably being the antisocial, spiteful antichrist he was.

 

[ROUX]

"God damn this thing," Michael groaned, dragging the amp across the dais. Three whole years on the force with their constant nagging about being in tip top condition physically, and he'd done just that - and still his amp managed to give him pain. He'd kiss the feet of anyone who figured out how to make them portable, but only because he feared the day would never come. He finally managed to set it where he wanted it, putting it down with a grunt and swiping his bass off the top, his eyes flocking to Kristoff who was already set to go, pounding away on the double pedal. Alec looked about ten times better off the moment his foot had touched the dais, the butterflies in his stomach flitting away out of practice, and the routine of setting up his own equipment was relaxing. He could do this -he would get through this. After all, he wasn't doing the hellish part until halfway through.


Once everything was in it's place he lifted the strap over his head, feeling the instrument set against his right thigh as he stood in front of the mic, eyeing the crowd coolly as the music was turned down from elsewhere, and he strummed once, testing the sound from his own amplifier, going through the warm up in a few quick seconds, effectively warming his fingers and getting the crowd's attention - they were now looking up at him expectantly. He didn't say a word, he never did. He had found that staring off with a killer first note usually impressed them more than a morning introductory statement...and he was prepared to do just that. He hesitated, for one split second, his eyes fixing themselves on a certain area of movement - Azazel. This was....this was real, and he just realized how much could go wrong all over again. But h had to. And he would have a damn fun time before then, even if the night did end with Azazel turning his back on him or worse, knowing his violent tendencies. He blinked when he heard the quick taps of the wooden sticks Kris held above his head, and suddenly his fingers were working of his own accord, threading through the intro to Welcome to Paradise, the drums following, and the suave baseline accompanying the jerky movement of the melody itself, before he opened his mouth and began to sing, the sarcastically jovial tone of the lyrics filling the area - and he watched, as they danced. They must have been doing something right then...and he wondered what Zel would think even before he got to his own song.

 

[BlueJae]

"Yo, I didn't think you'd be anywhere else but at my sister's side."


Azazel looked up mid drink in time to see the smaller man approaching him, his own drink similar to the same one he held though he had a feeling there was a distinct difference. Their tastes were different after all and Azazel wasn't surprised that he himself had more of a tolerance for the stuff then Aiden did. There was, of course, the fact that he drank more frequently and more often than the other did if he even did at all. Zel had doubts about that one, but, he couldn't help but snort when he saw Matthias uncomfortably holding the cup that Aiden had no doubt forced into his hand and made him carry for only to look like he was actually a part of the party. Matthias frowned back at him, sipping on it occasionally just to prove he had no idea what he was doing. Freshman in college? No. Freshman at life in general? That Matthias was, and Azazel took this to his own advantage, switching his drink out for something he knew was much stronger "You might want to knock that back, I wouldn't hold it in for too long." He said, purely curious of just how much the other could take before he gave up entirely on drinking.


The three of them conversed over multiple things, to be honest, never focusing on anything else until the sudden sound of music reached their ears. They all gave amused looks, seeing that the party had finally started, or, at least in a sense it had. Aiden was the first to turn and face and the other two followed. He smirked over at Azazel who scoffed and shook his head "I don't dance." He muttered, Aiden elbowed his already bruised side but this time much lighter than the last "That's what they all say." He snickered, taking the drink out of the other man's hand before dragging him down into the crowd, Matthias lingering back for only a few seconds before quickly following after, not one to be left behind.

 

[ROUX]

Alec's fingers hadn't yet started to burn from all the sliding when they finished up the fifth song - though, he hadn't sang the lead on it, he didn't have the voice for. Michael, however, had no problems with all the yelling it required, Cut the Curtain indeed. But that had worked out perfectly fine for the freshman, as he'd spent the break attempting to figure out exactly what he was going to say while his fingers acted of their own accord. He'd lost sight of Zel at some point - probably the moment he started, his stage persona taking up most of his mental capacity. But now? Now it was time, and thank god he had figured it out, calming down when he played the final note, letting the cheers die down as he approached the front of the stage with his microphone. He ran a hand through his hair shakily before his voice rang out, not wavering even though he was literally shaking.


"Alright...this next one - god I sound like one of those cheesy karaoke night singers," he scoffed at himself, earning a few laughs while the words loosened him up again. "But anyway, let me get one thing straight. This...I know what I could loose by doing this, and I don't care. I have to. This person...I've liked them for a while I suppose, even when I knew I shouldn't have, and they ended up causing me to fall for them unknowingly in the first place. But...I did, and then there was alcohol, and I just wanted to comfort you, god dammit. And I let it all go to my head, but I didn't expect you to agree to it, to kiss me back..." Alec managed to get out, hi voice was becoming clouded with emotion now, and he didn't bother seeking Azazel out. He didn't think he'd be able to go one seeing the other's expression - and so he did.


"Yeah, well. I - you - I'm not ignoring it anymore, Azazel. You can hate me, fine. But don't you dare ignore it, blame it on the booze. Not after something like that, I saw it in your eyes...You can hate me Azazel. But just after I say what I need to," he finished, feeling all the eyes on him, expectant, before they wondered to the man mentioned - there was only one with that name. Alec took a breath, glancing back towards the other two, nodding that he was ready.

You're something beautiful


A contradiction


I want to play the game


I want the friction


You will be


The death of me


Yeah, you will be


The death of me


Bury it,


I won't let you bury it,


I won't let you smother it


I won't let you murder it,


Our time is running out


And our time is running out


You can't push it underground...
​

 

[BlueJae]

"Holy. Shit."


"Did he really just-"


"Yep."


"Where's Azazel?"


"...Fuck."


Aiden and Matthias had a tiny exchange before, after the song had ended, they realized that the man in question was missing when they knew he'd been right beside them only seconds ago. Hell, he'd even set his drink neatly on the ground, it was replacement for his now missing body. Not a drop was spilled, either, so there was no indication he'd set it down roughly and he definitely hadn't tossed it. No. If anything he did so in an orderly fashion and that- that was a terrifying thought. The man was not known for not making a scene, and definitely not known for disappearing without notice. He was loud, and he was obnoxious, so for him to just... Vanish... Something was wrong. Something was terribly, utterly wrong, and Alec had started it. Thing was, what was the chance of him finishing it?


The night wind was cold, Winter was at it's mid point and yet- he could've never felt so heated. A thousand thoughts had shot through his mind in those few song lyrics and...Mm. Mmm. He was looking for a reaction? Of course he was, what was the point if he wasn't. He was looking for a reply, naturally, why else would he have done it if he wasn't? He would get one. Oh, he would get one, and Azazel would do it right. This wasn't something you could just beat someone for, no, this wasn't just some inflated ego that would just fade. This was different, something he hadn't deal with before but none the less all it would take was a little thinking right? First order of business would start tonight, and it started now. He wanted a reply well here it was. Azazel didn't know why, why in god's name, that was so damn necessary. If he'd had a problem with him walking out, was it not enough to just say something? No? Was that so fucking hard? Fine, then it would be a harder to get into the dorm when his key didn't work because the lock was screwed. Azazel had taken a candle from the down stairs lobby and, rather skill fully with patience and a tooth pick, filled the keyhole with the melted liquid wax before making sure it had dried up. Needless to say if one tried to jab their key in it then it certainly wouldn't work. That would only hold him for so long. He could melt the wax, how Azazel didn't know because he didn't smoke and he doubted the man had a lighter on him, but- it wasn't that hard and he knew despite being a freshman he wasn't stupid. But, he went inside, locked the door, and made damn well sure that the other wouldn't be getting in any time soon. So, there was that, now then, what could he do about the room itself...?

 

[ROUX]

Two and a half hours. One hundred and fifty painful minutes. 9000 agonizing, dreadful, nauseating seconds and he still wasn't home. And the constant bumping of the vehicle he was in did nothing to help the dread in his stomach that had so rightfully started to grow. It wasn't just jittery that he felt, it was ...something more haunting indeed. The full impact of what he'd done hadn't landed on him until he had asked Kris if he'd seen Zel. And he'd been told, rather reluctantly after trying to convince the man to reveal it, that Azazel was gone. He'd left, and before the song was even over. That was the first time his heart had sunk to his feet. The second was when he finally did reach his door, after lugging the amp back with his guitar strapped over his shoulders, and papers with sheet music under the arm holding the key. The key, that refused to fit in the lock. He sighed, thinking it was maybe the fact that his hands were still shaking - whether it be from the cold or from the terror that he found quite impossible to hide. He tried a second time, and he still couldn't get through, though he did see something had dried up on the handle, and a piece of it had broken off in his hand. What. The. Hell. Candle wax, he presumed...nothing he couldn't get through, but more of an inconvenience than he'd planned. he reached for his pocket to retrieve the item he planned to pick it with, a wire from one of the strings he'd cut after fixing up his E. And the papers under his arm consequently fell onto the floor, which pretty much caused a chain reaction of him nervously trying to scramble for his things, and the amp fell on his toe.


It cost him another twenty minutes.


After meticulously scraping at the keyhole with the end of the wire, he finally cleared up a space wide enough for the key to manage to get through. He kicked open the door with one foot, turning back to grab his million items with the other, and leaning on the heel of his left foot in order to stay off of the throbbing half of it as he finally straightened and pushed it open wider.

 

[BlueJae]

The room was...Was...A thing. It was a thing, a thing that you could tell someone had gone through and just completely screwed up. Let's start with the living room. The couch was missing, completely, and so was the T.V. Papers were all over the place, probably assignments that Azazel had found lying around in Alec's room and in his backpack, though they weren't exactly all intact and they were scribbled one. All taped together randomly to spell out something that was as big as the small living room itself and- in the end, made the message 'Great show.' Whether that was written sarcastically or not...Well, finder's choice. Moving along the kitchen looked untouched, key word looked, but if one were to open the fridge and freezer they would find Alec's sheets and blankets shoved in the fridge and pillows shoved in the freezer. Azazel would've liked to see him try to sleep with all of his bed set cold as ice. Speaking of he'd taken it upon himself to actually scatter little ice cubes among the said items just to make sure that Alec would have a nice little surprise when he decided to actually take them out- if he did at all. Oh, and, further more, the man had broken the dryer in the built in laundry mat at the end of their dorm hall so there was no way he was throwing it in that thing. Everyone else would just have to suck in up, he'd supposed. One sick animal could drag the whole herd down as they said. Moving along to the man's room itself, Azazel had made sure to leave the best for last however- for the record, on the other side of the hall where his own room stood the door seemed to not want to open. As if something was blocking anyone off from actually getting into his room in general, something big and something heavy. Now then, onto Alec's room. The wall's were bare, where ever the tenants of them previously were only one man knew, and it wasn't Alec. The bed was bare, of course, though oddly enough it smelled of alcohol...Huh. Go figure. Either way items were thrown all over the place as if someone had been looking for something but in the end gave up and, ah, all the cords to the computer were unplugged and in a knotted mess to the side of the desk. Lastly the chairs had been tipped and thrown lazily in front of the room door making it a hassle for anyone to try and enter, but needless to say, possible. Furthermore, the man responsible for it all? Missing, again.

 

[ROUX]

Alec was quiet. Very, very quiet as he sat with his back against the wall in the corner of the bathroom, pale as the tile behind him. He wasn't crying, no, he didn't have the energy for that anymore - he'd gotten it all out after spending another fifteen minutes throwing up in the toilet. He had tried to get through cleaning his room, but the moment the smell o alcohol had hit him, when he'd figured out it was coming from his own barren mattress, and what it had meant...he hadn't been able to simply swallow down his disgust. Though whether it was disgust from the night itself and what he had allowed himself to hope for afterwards or the fact that 1, Azazel remembered it just as well as he did if not better and 2, had gone out of his way to create a living hell for him. It hurt. Even though he knew something like this would happen, could happen...he hadn't expected something of this size, and it hurt more than he would ever let on. He'd lost it after seeing his room, yes, but only because of everything else had had to wade through first. The words, spelled out of his notes and the one literature paper he'd been working on for at least a month and had to turn in as part of his final, they shocked him first. They weren't meant in the way he'd hoped, of course, and that pretty much just twisted the dagger even deeper. After that, everything he encountered gathered like cinder blocks in his mind. He had indeed moved to the kitchen, expecting all the food to be scattered but instead finding nothing. That was too good to be true, of course, when he found his sheets and pillows soaking wet and freezing in the fridge. He'd pulled them out of course, and ended up slipping on the ice that fell, hitting his head rather hard on the counter, the edge of it cutting into the skin above his eyebrow and disoriented him for a few moments before the pain hit him, both from the impact and the fresh blood running down and into his eye, which he'd covered with a hand immediately though it made it that much harder to stand. It was bad, but he was too hurt to care, and the red liquid only mixed with the tears already falling from his eyes. He'd let the sheets drop, knowing if he ventured outside the door people would ask questions, maybe even try and drag him to a hospital but that - that would require him to explain the situation. A situation that was both far from explainable in his current physical state, and very very painful otherwise.


And now how couldn't do anything but sit, or rather slump against the white walls surrounding him. H'd locked the door, though he doubted Zel would come back, and he wanted to block out as much of the smell as he could. Bloody toilet paper adorned the floor around him as he'd obviously made an attempt to stop the bleeding, which lust left him with less energy and less color in more than just his facial features. So it's stopped on it's own, but not before dripping down his eye, cheek, and then off of his jaw on his shirt. His blue eyes stared out, not focusing on anything, but thinking - he was thinking. Thinking about how stupid he'd been, how stupid he'd acted. Maybe he hadn't seen anything, hadn't felt anything of importance when he had kissed Azazel. Could have been as they'd pretended it was all along - because of the alcohol. It made him sick to think of it again, though he didn't have anything left in him to hurl. He just felt like an idiot, all in all. And he shouldn't have been hurting, but he was.

 

[BlueJae]

He wasn't even drunk and yet he'd felt like it after all the shit he had just pulled. Christ, he couldn't even remember what had been going through his mind, all he knew it that he felt... Cooled he guessed. He glanced over at the bag containing posters and other things alike. All in perfect condition. He wasn't sure what the original plan for them was, no, it'd slipped his mind. Now he was stuck with a bag he didn't want nor need but he hadn't the mind to simply leave it there. No, they were his until further notice or he felt like giving them back and god knew when that would be. He'd left his dorm room, out the window, after everything had been set in place and he'd barricaded his own room. Now he was simply wandering campus- or, no, he had been, at some point he'd slipped into the library which was always open in case of late night classes or seriously early ones, in any case it was for kids who needed the books. Azazel didn't, to be honest, but it was shelter and it was warm. He could also easily cover himself- not literally- in books and just hide it out there in case anything took a wrong turn. He wasn't sure if he was satisfied with his deeds, to be honest he wasnt sure of anything, all he knew was that he'd done what he'd done out of spite and out of anger. Now all that was left to do was wait for a reaction, either from himself or from Alec. Whichever would come first he wasn't sur and- damn. He really 'wasn't sure' of anything...Was he? He supposed not, either way, it didn't much matter. He'd found a comfy spot out of sight and hidden behind the shelves. He lazily tossed the bag down lightly before slowly making his way to the floor and leaning between the shelf and the wall before closing his eyes. With this kind of dead silence it was impossible not to want to fall asleep, to that he did, dreamlessly at that which was more of a benefit for him.


Morning came like a flash and the man groaned when he realized the slight noise and chatter coming from around him. People were arriving. Lovely. He sighed, picking himself up. If there was one thing he needed in the morning it was coffee. Straight black coffee, damn he loved that stuff, and it always woke him up no matter what the situation. So, naturally, he swung his bag over his shoulder and made his way- he stopped. Froze. Right. Coffee was in the cafeteria, the cafeteria was full of people. Full of people who were...there...Last...He slumped back down in his original seat and threw out his phone before calling an all too familiar number. He was more than pleased when the short man agreed to bring him his coffee, however, on the deal that he tell him what happend after he left. The 'contract' was made and he sat there, waiting, until the other arrived.

 

[ROUX]

Alec woke up feeling like he had been the one drinking the night before - of course he'd done nothing of the sort, going out of his way to prevent it as usual. Though he did wonder for a moment if the pain would have been easier to deal with If he'd done the opposite and drank like everyone else at the damned party. He grimaced at the thought, then hissed as the wound on his head split open again, even from that small movement...so that was how it was going to be then. Wonderful. And it would probably give him hell for the rest of the damn day too, because even if he did find a way to get into his room without gagging, everything was turned inside out and all over the floors - he doubted the kit was where he'd put it. Besides - did he really want to get back up anyway? He could have just as easily sat there and fallen back asleep, what with his lightheaded state and fatigue inducing stress combined. And he was about to do just that when he remembered - he had only about 48 hours to somehow come up with a 30 page essay on Dante's Inferno. Well, hell - literally. And now he had to go, go much farther than he wanted to, just because his computer was trashed completely. Sure he'd ordered a laptop a few days ago just because he was tired of the desktop, but that wouldn't arrive for at least another week, which wouldn't help him at all now. Time to suck it up.


Alec managed to push himself up from the floor without adding further injury, though staggering as he held on to the side of the sink to stop the spinning in his head, before he could finally see without the world blurring as he opened the door, and immediately wrinkled his nose. HE veered away from his room, deciding to just pick something from the various clothing items strewn around the area in the living room. He'd keep his jeans on from yesterday, but the shirt was too soiled with blood to get away with. Luckily for him, a Hoodie was hanging from the ceiling fan. He clambered onto the coffee table to reach it, praising god that Azazel hadn't gotten the idea to unscrew the legs from that, and tugged the black fabric down. He stripped his own shirt, and pulled that over his head, then set on collecting the papers taped in that message on the wall. He manged to get all those, planning to try and salvage whatever information he could before he started over.


His backpack was open, half the things missing, but he had what he needed to put into it now - he'd worry about the location of his textbooks later. He stuffed the papers inside, before moving to the things he'd brought through the door yesterday and pretty might had dropped in shock, now grabbing the gloves, hat and boots, knowing there was snow outside. He simply had shoved a compressed rectangle of paper towel under his hat over the cut, another in his pocket in case that one got soaked again - just another scar to add to the collection. He was lucky the combination of his hat and his long brown hair managed to hide it. He pulled up the hood and slid the gloves on before taking his bag and heading out the door, down the hall and stairs and wincing when the cold air whipped past his face when he stepped into the snow.


The tech labs weren't open this early in the morning, though they were open late at night - so he headed to the library to start off, figuring if something went wrong with the computer's there he'd just move later on. He didn't know where Azazel was, and the last place he would have expected him to be was the library, another reason why he'd chosen to go there. He pushed open the door with one hand, the other in his pocket as he stopped abruptly, nearly pulling yet another clumsy feat but his grip on the handle prevented him from going farther when the other man whisked past him. Aiden, he presumed, and Alec kept his head down, muttering an apology before moving out of the way, glad he'd avoided having what looked like scalding black coffee all over him next. The smell was certainly more inviting than what he'd dealt with the night before, however, though right after realizing it his mood sunk again after realizing exactly why the smell was so comforting - it wafted past his bedroom door every morning.


When he reached one of the computers, lined up along the back wall, he basically threw his bag down, slamming the papers beside the monitor, and turning it on, falling into the chair. He grabbed the book he'd needed for the paper itself and put it next to the pile, putting his head in his hands and leaning over the keyboard. His head was killing him, he didn't know how he was going to concentrate with everything going on. He didn't even know where he'd go when he'd finished. He didn't want to see Azazel, he didn't want to see anyone at this point. couldn't handle it. But he wasn't going to sob over the damn keyboard, though his shoulders shook like he wanted to, before he swallowed - a movement that made the burning in his throat all that much more noticeable - before dropping his hands and attempted to get his work done.

 

[BlueJae]

Aiden blinked, the sudden realization settling in and at that point he was already moving, trying to find his friend, shuffling through the shelves, occasionally snapping in a whisper "Zel!" He'd only told him what floor he was on not where he was. God, of course, why would he tell him where he was- because the man totally wasn't trust worthy and you know, wasn't bringing him is coffee or anything. No matter, eventually he'd been replied to with a brief grunt and lord behold there he sat, and he looked...Odd. Not he drank a lot last night and he passed out in the library bad, more over he barely got any sleep last night and that that bag probably had something in it that wasn't his bad "And you didn't go to sleep in your dorm because...?" Aiden crouched down beside him, starting up a small silent conversation whilst trying to gently nudge at what could have happened after he left. He would've pressed on it but they were in the library and the last thing he needed was his sister trying to kill him for disrupting the peace in her haven. Azazel yawned, muttering something Aiden was taking a guess at was a thanks before he started chugging the coffee. Aiden tried not to cringe in disgust, one, black coffee didn't not taste that good and for two he was pretty sure that was not how you were supposed to drink it. Either way, it hadn't stopped Azazel, and halfway through he set the cup down before rubbing his eyes "Complications." He said, Aiden's shoulders deflated a little. Of course he wasn't going to tell him...Though to his surprise his reaction must have been visible as Azazel was looking him over before he frowned and rubbed the side of his neck "Had a bit of a fit." He said, Aiden tilted his head "Someone got sent to the nurse had a fit?" It was the only thing Aiden could think of so of course he brightened up with interest when the man shook his head "No, no. Nothing of the sorts." He leaned back, sliding down on the wall until he was on his back, head propped up by the backpack whilst he brought his knees up "So what'd you do?" Aiden asked, eyes following him down, and Azazel couldn't help but make something like a scoff when he saw the interest in the other's eyes but- he wouldn't deny him the tale, and as he told him Aiden could help but make an arrange of expressions to which alone would have Azazel stop mid story and tell him to quit it because 'he couldn't focus when he was making such a stupid face'. In the end Aiden was rubbing his face "Ohhh my god- did you even check what was on those papers before you tore them up?" He asked, and for a second Azazel could see where the resemblance between him and his sister came in "No, not really. Why?" Azazel asked, draping his arm over his eyes "Oh I don't know, maybe because finals are coming up and we've only been working on stuff for it for a few months and all." He said, telling it to him in a 'matter of factly' voice. Azazel didn't respond, and as such Aiden jabbed at his forearm "You really didn't think about that, did you? Course not, ok, did you...At least...By any chance think out the reaction he might have?" He knew the man was thinking because he was tapping his foot, something he always did when he was thinking, though the constant tapping to the foot on the floor was really starting to prick at him before Azazel stopped abruptly and replied "I wasn't really thinking last night-"


"You're a liar, and a terrible one, there's no way you didn't think all of that through, and it didn't cross your mind at least once of what he mightsaid or done in reaction to that? Or...Wait, did you, and that's why you're here? You have no idea how he's going to react- You never did, do you realize that's why you're in this situation?" Aiden jabbed his forearm over and over until Azazel swatted his hand away and propped himself up on those same forearms "What's your point?" He grumbled, obviously not impressed with the smaller man, who looked like he was a detective who'd just figured something out "Look, I don't know what you did, but you wouldn't have done it if you thought this was going to happen I know that much. You thought you had his reaction figured out, and you didn't, so this time to left so you wouldn't have to deal with it- because to you, he's unpredictable, and you've never dealt with that, have you? That is how you win fights, after all." Aiden clapped his hands together with a satisfied grin on his face "Tell me I'm right." He said, eagerly awaiting the other's opinion, who didn't reply once again. He sat there, his expression had gone deadpan, and though he hadn't replied it was answer enough for Aiden "God I'm a genius, how do I still have a C plus in math? Because that totally added up to the solution." He grunted when he received a smack on the side of the head "Now isn't the time for your lame jokes." He grunted, going for the rest of his coffee, Aiden shook his head, making the raven hair on it fly "No no I'm serious." He said, Azazel still waved him off "Great, tell me when I'm not still in a mood." He said, Aiden blinked "You're still...?" The two had been talking in mutters, murmurs, and whispers, until now- Aiden had raised his voice ever so slightly simply out of surprise. Azazel shrugged as he finished the last of his coffee "Feels like it." He sighed, flopping back down on the bag of posters and such. Aiden sat there in silence for a moment before he sighed, and did his best to lighten the mood "Swiggity swag what's in the bag?" He asked, nudging Azazel, who made a half snort at his stupid comment "Just some stuff I need to take back eventually, hell if I know what I'd do with it if I didn't." Aiden jumped on the opportunity to attempt to move him "Let's do it now then." He said, frowning when the other didn't move "Mmm, later, maybe." He was obviously still tired but that didn't stop the fact that Aiden had seen Alec walk in, and he had gone this way "Yeahhh, orrrr, we could do it now because that's the smart thing to do." He said, Azazel gazed up at him with some confusion etched on his face "The smart thing?" He said, sounding rather unconvinced. Stares were exchanged before the message was caught and, once again, Azazel only scoffed "Five more minutes, then." He muttered, Aiden ran a hand through his hair "You're killing me." He groaned, but then again, it apparently wasn't just him Azazel was killing.

 

[ROUX]

Alec wasn't concentrating. At all. He'd stared at the pages for half an hour now, even pulled out a blank one from his bag and tried writing what he could understand from around the scribbled words on his work. He was mentally kicking himself for his long time habit of physically writing out his rough drafts, though he had typed an outline...and he hadn't only saved that to his desktop, it had also been on a flash drive- which was back at his dorm...Azazel wouldn't be there would be? Probably not, he'd trashed the place completely, why would he bother staying there? And he probably wouldn't even want to /look/ at Alec, and if he did probably only to punch him. Still, the teen did not want to go back for what little chance the other might have been there. He didn't need to be more hurt than he already was, and if he was thinking straight he would have questioned that unshakeable lightheaded and nauseous feeling he had. He didn't have gauze, and the paper towel under his hat was already soaked through again, regardless of him holding his hand there and keeping pressure on it. It refused to stop bleeding, though the only hinderance Alec had bothered to process from the situation was the fact that it kept dripping into his eye while he tried to pay attention. He had to pay attention, if he didn't turn this in, his GPA was going to dive as low as his current level of confidence. An that, to be honest, had been trampled. Usually when he was upset he'd go for his guitar, but right now he hadn't so much as let his mind wonder to the subject, because then he'd think of what he'd done for Azazel with that guitar...and how it had ended.


He needed to get that outline - at least the prices he'd written down would make sense once he had it, and he wouldn't have to go leading through the book for quotes he barely remembered. Alec pushed his chair back slowly, and stood, still gripping the chair as his brain felt like it was doing somersaults within his skull, making him even more queasy. Nevertheless, he left his monitor on, and began walking through the shelves out of the Library, holding a hand on his hood so others couldn't see the blood rolling down his face and question him about it. He was sure it wasn't that bad, maybe he just hadn't put enough pressure there...had to be constant didn't it? He silently thanked God for the library's convenient location - it was a straight shot to the dorms. He stalked across the green with his hands in his pockets, slightly hunched over as his hair swung a bit in front of his face, concealing those eyes rubbed red from crying. If there was one thing he felt horrible about it was that - letting someone get him to this point, and he was starting to feel like the person he was before making it into college. The years before these were not good ones, and those scars he'd flinched at when Azazel touched - he hoped he hadn't looked. They really were the last prices of evidence that he was ever so...unhappy. He refused to wallow in self loathing, but this - he was starting to feel it again, and it was the last thing he needed to be honest.


He reached the building, stepping inside before climbing the stairs to his own dorm room, taking out the key once more to unlock the door, half expecting more wax to be there - but no such luck. The look of dread on his face however, did not pass after he'd touched the knob, no this was for a different reason. The door was already unlocked...and he'd locked it before he left. Somehow he turned even more of a sucky pale color than he had been before, turning his wrist and stepping inside, blue eyes daring around quickly, though the smell of alcohol distracted him effortlessly, and he immediately held his breath.

 

[BlueJae]

It was after those five minutes were up that Aiden hadn't wasted any time dragging Azazel out and across the green "Sssso. Tell me- was it worth it?" Aiden looked back at the other man following him, who was looking off to the side until then "Was what worth it?" He asked, turning to look at Aiden as he came up beside him "Now that you're in your right mind, or as close as you're going to get for now, are you still pleased with all that work you went through to go out of your way just to be an asshole?"


"I don't know, I just-"


"Because you were complaining about how he just didn't come and talk to you about it but here you are avoiding the man like he was the plague, sleeping in the library, and going back to the dorms on the prayer of a thought that he won't be there." Aiden said, looking over at Azazel, who was really reminding him of a cat right about now- which was odd because Aiden would've thought him a dog. But the man's facial expressions had dropped and he was just staring at Aiden, just staring, as they moved, like a cat waiting to strike down their prey and smite them where they stood before disemboweling them completely all over the floor. Aiden didn't seem to care "Because, I guess you could say he did it first and just to get back at him you did it back, but we're not children on a playground anymore are we? So surely you must have had a better reason to do this than just the fact that he did it to you, right? I mean, if it bothered you so much then why would you do it back to him without a reason, right? You know, your cup looked pretty full last night, so you didn't drink all that much, surely you weren't drunk when you were going through with this, of course? No, course not, you already made that clear, so- you know, just how pleased are you with purposely being an asshole? You do it all the time, so this time isn't any different right?" Aiden finally stopped talking as they entered the dorm, looking back up at Azazel, who hadn't moved from that deadpanned look, now they were just standing awkwardly in front of the dorm doors, exchanging stares for a long while until the other seemed to open his mouth "I want you to shut the fuck up about it from here on out."


"Sir yes sir."


"You know, I don't mind alcohol but this bed is really starting to gag me. What, did you pour the whole damn bottle on it?" Aiden cringed, having been seated on the bed. They'd gotten lucky, of course, Alec hadn't been home and Azazel was putting the posters up where he'd found them, not quite sure what he'd been thinking when he'd taken them in the first place or why he would've needed them to begin with seeing as he had little interest in any of them. Maybe he'd planned to burn them, because he could remember thinking about something with fire last night but then again who knew, he remembered a lot from last night, he remembered a lot in general, and he really wish he hadn't. That he didn't. He wished that he would've finished off that plastic cup of alcohol and forgotten everything he'd done, and maybe he would've done a lot less in a drunken haze, but he'd kept himself sober enough if only to just finish everything up that had crossed his mind. At least, for god sakes, he hadn't touched any instruments or amps left in the dorm. No, he hadn't, and he wasn't sure why. He knew for a fact that they were important to Alec, but then again, so were all those papers he'd torn up, so whatever the difference was he just wasn't sure. Then again, he couldn't think very well with Aiden watching him like he was something of another species, as if predicting his every next move- despite the fact that he was only putting the posters back up. It was around the time that he was putting the last one up, both hands on the wall that they both heard the door open. Both froze, immediately looking at each other. Aiden's eyes flicked from Azazel to the closet, who looked back at him with the face of no, the two had an argument with only eye contact and facial expression, to which there were many of, within a matter of seconds, and to be honest there may have been a point where Aiden felt like shoving him in there though he knew he wouldn't have the strength for that and that Azazel would all but push back and then there'd be a problem considering Aiden's size and the force the other man could come up with. Though, Aiden felt a lot like a girlfriend who was cheating and about to get caught in the act, and to be honest, that was a bit of a hit to the ego. The fact that he would bottom that was, then again, wasn't that always a hit to the ego?