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 Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 3:52 pm
Despite her lacking coordination, Joy had miraculously managed to get out of Seren's room without waking the younger woman up. Though that was more a statement of how strongly the drink affected the sun trainee than Joy's ability to be discreet. She took one step outside the door and nearly tripped on her own two feet.
Stumbling, her arms shot out to brace herself against the wall, Ah ********. Maybe I should sleep in Seren's room after all.
But when she turned, it became apparent the door was shut and she didn't think she had the heart to try and wake her up. Great. Now what? Who else did she know still lived in the basement? Rhys was definitely out, Joy would kill herself if she messed whatever tenuous beginning was happening between the Mist and the Sun. She scrolled through names on her phone, wondering if she could bring herself to bug Kai into picking her up.
Lo and behold, she found an alternative. With a pleased, if not goofy, smile, she sent a poorly written text message.
phantompanther13 Text to Clydehiiiii. m @ basmnt. nid huuuuuuuuuuuug
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 7:53 pm
It was late and Clyde was doing a few late night exercises in his room. He was on his 3rd set of 50 push ups when he heard his phone buzz. "33." he whispered to himself, "34." he should probably check his phone. who knew what kind of chaos could be happening. Usually it was just some dumb announcement or a scheduled update, but sometimes that little phone was the only warning he had against giant sea monsters. "35." he really wanted to finish this set. Impeding doom could wait until after he got his exercises in.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 5:44 am
Joy had propped herself up against the hallway walls, slowly inching her way towards... somewhere. Clyde hadn't replied, unsurprising, it was pretty late. She might have to do this solo. If she could figure out what "this" was even was.
Sliding back down to the floor, she tried to think. Her thoughts were swimming in her head and all sorts of ideas were popping in and out. It made it difficult to focus on what exactly she was trying to do, apart from the very distinct desire to be curled up against another person.
phantompanther13 Text to ClydeNot in basmnt aftr all. S 1st flr. Wat do?
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 9:17 am
"42." his phone buzzed again. It must be really bad. But he was so close. Clyde went little faster plowing out his last set. He really wanted it done. "50." he picked up the phone and read over the texts. Clyde's eye's crossed and he closed them and pinched his nose. Was Joy drunk? This was the most awful texts he had ever seen. Quote: Text to Joy:Stay put I'm coming. Clyde got up and roamed out of the dorm in nothing but his shorts. He wouldn't be going far, at least he didn't plan to leave the building. He brought Vanessa along just in case but he didn't think he's need her. Then he found Joy. She was a mess. "Hey. what's up?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 9:26 am
Joy was not a mess. Or not quite at that level but she was certainly approaching mess-state. And even if she hadn't read Clyde's text, he needn't worry about her wandering off. For one thing, her legs didn't want to work right, causing her to remain sitting on the floor, her back against the wall for support. For another, she felt ridiculously heavy, like she couldn't even stay standing.
Finally she heard someone arrive. Cracking a lid open ever so slightly, she gave Clyde a watery smile, "Uuuuy, dumating ka rin. I was starting to worry I've been sending my texts to the wrong person." She gestured for him to come closer because ain't no way she could make the trip to him at this point.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 8:52 am
She was totally a mess. He wasn't sure she could even stand. And he smelled alcohol. Joy....
"I'm the right person? Well in that case you managed." Clyde gave her a small smile as he came closer. "You look like you could use a little pick me up." he flexed at her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 6:08 pm
The laugh she made wasn't the bark of laughter she would have given him sober. Instead it was soft, and embarrassed, and almost sad. "Everyone is always the right person, except me." She murmured before raising both arms up at him at his suggestion of a pick me up.
"Yes, plis, penge huuuuuugs?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 5:46 pm
"You don't look like at wrong person to me." he bent down, scooping her up. To the passer by, this might look like an awkward situation. Or possibly a lover taking care of a drunk lover. Or maybe they were both drunk because he just wasn't wearing enough to care. "Hugs are good. let's get you into a bed." his bed would work. He didn't care about sleeping on the floor and she needed to sleep it off.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 5:54 pm
It had been his words that made Joy's heart skip a beat and while she fully didn't mind being carried, suddenly being in his arms felt different. Nice, even. She looped her arms around his neck more for balance and less to help him support her weight. He certainly wouldn't have any problems carrying her.
"You're my friend, you're supposed to say sweet stuff like that," she said, giving him a lopsided grin before resting her head in the crook of his neck. He mentioned bed and Joy knew, intellectually, he meant it in a friend taking care of a friend way.
But alcohol was a stranger and it made her think differently. "But thank you, ha," she murmured. "Bed sounds good and if it comes with hugs that's even better~" she giggled.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 6:49 pm
Of course he was supposed to be nice. She wouldn't have called him if she wanted him to be mean, now would she? "Is it working?" he interjected. She was smiling, he assumed so. "I can do hugs. I like them too." She smelled like alcohol, but it wasn't the first time he cuddled with someone who was a little drunk. Generally he was drunk then too. "I missed out on some party." Too bad, he could use a good drink.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 7:09 pm
"Naaaaah, Girl's Night isn't a party. But it was mos def fun~ even if it was just me and Seren and pulutan and driiiiiiiiiiiiinks!" she enumerated, feeling light and content and warm. It may have been the drinks, it may have been his body heat, maybe a combination of both.
"Next time, if Seren's oks with it, we could, like, hold another session, and I'll invite you and she'll invite Ri-someone," Joy barely managed to keep herself from saying the name, "And it'll be somewhere bigger. And not where you can get locked out of the room like the bobo that I am." she laughed in self-deprecation.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 12:48 am
"I wouldn't want to intrude on Girls night." he chuckled. Clyde wouldn't mind a party, but he felt a little too manly to be considered one of the girls. "ahh, you got locked out? That's happened to me once... or 6 times. I had a friend down in Texas.... He had a habit of passing out when he got drunk. I couldn't trust him enough to let me back in after a leak." He had figured it out after the first two times, but not everyone else had. Clyde got back to his room and then realized his hands were full. "Open the door will you?" It wasn't locked, Clyde didn't have anything to steal.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 12:57 am
"Six times? Ha! Guess it's true that everything's bigger in Texas," Joy drawled in a bad impression of the Southern accent. "Didja get back at him for it? Like, I dunno, drawing silly stuff on his face? Or that shaving cream prank thing I keep seeing in movies?"
At the request, she blindly tried to reach for the door, leaning forward to squint, "Did you always have a lot of knobs?" she asked, finally managing to grab onto the real one and turn it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:07 am
"Especially the swimming pools. Like the one we threw him in that one time." his friend had squawked the entire time. He wasn't fond of water but it wasn't that deep. "Then there was the time we pushed out his air mattress onto the lake. That was entertaining. He really did sleep like the dead."
"You could say I'm a little knobby." Clyde grinned at her and bumped the door open carrying Joy inside. He kicked it closed behind him and then plopped her on the bed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:13 am
Joy couldn't help but giggle at the story but it didn't last as memories (fuzzy as they were) of her own group of friends getting drunk and whatever mischief they got up to came back. It was a downer, more than anything, a reminder of the family she'd given up to chase at a petty revenge she was certain she would never get.
When she realized she'd been lowered, her arms wound back around Clyde's neck and it occurred to her that she didn't want to let him go just yet. Not without asking, "Did you mean it? When you said I'm the right person?" there was a soft vulnerability in her voice.
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