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Andeon was doing what he did best; being a complete and total idiot.

How he'd obtained the alcohol, the world may never know, but it was safe to say that he was happily buzzed as he strolled down the halls with his bottle of cheap, generic brand vodka (Serbian men didn't drink those p***y wine coolers, after all). He was whistling a tune, a tun that he would never admit was actually the heart-wrenching love ballad from Titanic, when the soft voice caught his attention.

“Well, my dear!” He said enthusiastically, turning towards the voice. The sight of a pretty girl was always welcome, and Andeon's seemingly perpetual grin widened at the sight. He wasted no time, and asked no permission, as he strode up to her with only a bit of drunken stumbling and looped his arm with hers, “That ish because this place ish obviously haunted. Why, one time I wash out fighting a dragon on the school groundsh, and I swear I shaw a gh-”

Andeon's throat felt like it had suddenly tightened as he attempted to tell the story; how very odd.

They had always been schoolmates, right? I mean, the school has always been there. Forever. It totally hadn't just appeared out of nowhere to serve some sort of cosmic plot function, and Andeon had been there for years. Right? Right. Thus, it made sense entirely for him to know who Melodie was, and to respond to her comment with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head.

“No such thing, my dear lady. No such thing. On the contrary, I believe you have not yet had enough to drink!” He hugged the bottle to his chest, grinning at her, “Iff'n you want it, you'll have to come and get it.”

And, of course, he somehow abruptly shoved it down his pants.

"Dragons, I tell you. Big ones, the size of.. the size of my arm!."

Barren Pines had seen much worse than a drunken Andeon before (actually, it saw a drunken Andeon quite often -- any more of that and he and Mackenzie would probably be sent off to AA to admit that they were teenage alcoholics). He and Melodie were wandering -- well, drunkenly meandering with Melody trying to tug his arm -- when, in the already-dim corridor they were walking down, the lights went off.

And they were plunged into absolute, still, smothering darkness.

The music rooms were in a dark part of the school anyway; it was the evening; there were no windows, or if there were windows, their eyes hadn't adjusted to the light. It was so dark that you couldn't see a foot in front of you.

Actually, this was a good thing in Andeon's case, as 'total darkness' was just an excuse for 'IS THAT YOUR ELBOW, OR YOUR BOOBS?'

As the lights went out she froze, a bit of fear causing her to grip his arm just a little tighter and made her forget about his lame comment about age. Yes age was a number but he was a teenager drinking vodka! That said she prayed mentally for it to simply just be a blown fuse and nothing more, but was glad this had happened with some one with her.

"I-I don't know," she stuttered back, trying to remain calm. That wasn't working too well. "But... perhaps we should try and find a way into some light?" She had a bad feeling about this, really she did.

"Oh, and for the record, if you grope me I think I shall be able to by pass my pacifism long enough to beat you."

He was a Serbian teenager drinking vodka. They were practically raised on the stuff. Why, Serbian breastmilk was scientifically proven to be 90% pure grain alcohol.*

“Shuuuuuure. Stumbling around in the dark does wonders,” Andeon mumbled, hiccuping once between words, “Did I ever tell you about the time when I stumbled around in the dark and fell down a flight of shtairs? I broke my neck. Broke it right off.” He nodded enthusiastically, not that anyone could see. And good thing, because it looked absolutely ridiculous. “Fortunately they perfected the art of head transplants not long after. I was dead for almost a week, though. Man.. rough times. Rough times. Medicine, huh? What a ******** wonder.”

As far as Andeon was concerned, he was perfectly happy to sit right there in that hallway and sip on his happy juice. If he was going to die, it was going to be from some combination of alcohol poisoning and liver failure, like a real man should.

Despite his self-preserving nature, Andeon was rather fond of the blonde girl, and he draped a protective arm around her shoulders. Of course, this action was really more so that he could properly lean on her, but shhhh. She doesn't need to know.

“I vote we s**t sit here and have us an alcoholic pic-a-nic. I bring the booze, you bring the boobs.”



* This is a lie. A complete and total lie. There is no scientific evidence to support this. None whatsoever. I mean no offense to the Serbian people or their women. I'm sure your breastmilk is mighty tasty and nutritious.

It was at this unhelpful point that somebody screamed.

It didn't come from directly behind them: it came from somewhere behind and to the right -- as though it was coming from inside the wall, not in the corridor that Melody had just been through. And it was getting no lighter. It would be slow going on the stairs -- or fast going, and possibly a broken leg (or a broken neck) at the end of it. The only mote of light that Melody and Andeon could see (though could Andeon REALLY SEE ANYTHING at this point) was from the elevator buttons.

She had screamed at the scream, eyes wide and fear probably radiating off of the poor girl. She blamed her second cousin, Monroe, and his love for all things horror and while she had been playing it cool that scream had been just one thing too much. Gods above did she hate this school sometimes.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Andeon threw his shoe against the wall, screaming back at the loud scream. Though she wasn't sure she had managed to make out his words and was likely glad she hadn't, because she had caught the word "********" and "her" and really that said enough didn't it? When her drunkard of a friend moved for the stairs she followed, quivering just ever so slightly as she nodded her head.

"S-sounds like a plan.." Please let nothing jump out at them, please let nothing eat them...