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"Ahhhhhh.." Bix groaned to the friend zone comment. He waved his arm dismissively, a little beer splashing on his hand. "Yeaaah she's so innocent and I get near her and I get all....." he made a weird frustrated face. "stupid. I just get stupid."

"Pfffttt... theres plenny'a sea inna fish for you man...." He probably meant fish in the sea, but who's keeping track really? "You don't need that. I bet you're like'a puppy dog with the girls huh?" Tough exterior, softy in the middle for the right lady.

"How old are you bytha way?" His words were running together, pale skin completely pink from the alcohol. "You are too young to worry about that girl.. theres gotta be better ones here anyway.." He was trying his best to be supportive.

He didn't want to talk about Molly anymore. Or did he? He was pretty tipsy at the moment and there was as much a chance he'd whine more as there was that he'd charge right to where she was and manly on her.

But he was good right here for now.

"Ahmygaahh.." he started laughing. "You're so young. Haha and I gave you beer... a aha." Sober he would care but that line had been crossed already. "Well they give us weapons sooo I guess you're fine."

"Twennyone NO WAIT.. twenny two. My birday was in January." He sage nodded at Otto. "I was almos' done college when I came here." Bix was slower on this beer, sipping it every once in a while.

"Do I look gay to you?" It was random, out of nowhere and he seemed concerned

Bix sighed dramatically again. "Dammit! I've been thinking bout a haircut maybe... you think I should?" He held his braid sadly. The sun hunter had devoted a lot of years to this braid.

"It is kinn'a inconvenient huh?" It didn't dawn on him that drunk haircut advice from Otto was probably a bad idea...

"OW!" Bix was yanked and head butted, a red mark immediately showing up on his fair skin. "Dammi'Otto.." Yep that was one word.

Chop it off. Chop it off.

it was like Bix had just been waiting for someone to give the okay. He chugged the rest of his beer and left the can in the teeeeny pile of trash they had. Honestly it was pretty pathetic how tipsy they'd gotten on just a few light beers.

"Lets. Do. It." He said, dead serious, staring at Otto. Were there scissors in here? They needed to find scissors.

He wavered a moment on his feet but then his balance was fine.

"I go'scissors." He nodded. His smile had settled into a burning determination. He would NOT be gay. He would be MANLY.

The braid had to go.

"C'mon. It's not far." Thankfully this was Gale's old room so Bix was in the same stretch of hallway. "You needa lean on me?" He may have been able to walk just a bit better than Otto so he slung the shorter hunter's arm over his shoulders, practically slammed open the door with a boot of a kick, and teetered into the hall and down to his room.

They were probably being pretty loud.

Bix's immaculate dorm stayed immaculate, even when both bumbling young men found their way inside. Bix tossed Otto onto the bed while he rummaged determined through his desk.

"My beard takes soooo long." He rubbed his chin, a bit of white fuzz there but nothing to even really notice. Rummage. Rummage.

"GOLDMINE!" He yelled, holding aloft a pair of scissors that looked barely used.

"Not'in here though.." He glanced around at his belongings. "Don'wanna clean up hair tomorra."

And Otto was hefted back up before he could fall asleep on the mattress, and carted to the common area. The pair wavered, wobbled, and stumbled there way in.

"Not gonna be a gay pansy anymore!"