Tardy for the Party (Roy/Open)

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira grunted when a sudden pain in her shoulder became too much for her to sleep through. Wait..what?! Eyes slowly opening, she groggily came to, her head spinning with an excruciating headache. Then she realized she was in a broom closet, with one of the brooms lodged under the doorknob to prevent people from the outside from opening the door. “What the hell,” she croaked, her voice raspy from the nights events. Thank god she was alone in here. Struggling to get up, she ran a hand through her hair, and glared at the flickering light bulb, which was making her head throb harder. She was wearing a pair of tan Uggs, short, jean shorts, and a form fitting black zip up sweater. “These aren’t my shoes…” Then it all came back to her.

She heard about the dorm party some fellow students were throwing in yesterday’s biology class. At that time she was stressing over various things, most of all Charles Bass and Gabriel and really needed to de-stress. What better way to do that than to drink the night away. So she showed up. Partied and things got waay too crazy. All she knew was that someone put something in her drink that night. When the room began to swirl and the guys began to prowl she hurriedly locked herself in the broom closet, knowing full well she would be incapable of defending herself and was in no state to go home. Whatever was in her drink that night was totally kicking her in the ass now.

Opening up the closet door, Reira sluggishly made her way out, pushing over a variety of empty beer bottles and cans. The place was a mess. Sucks to be the people who had to clean it. Walking over a passed out student she made her way to the bathroom, where she would try to wash her face, finding a clean towel in the cupboard. To her luck, she also found an brand new toothbrush, unopened in its package. So she brushed her teeth and helped herself to the perfume and the mouth wash she found. When she finished that, she took a good look at herself in the mirror. God she was a mess. There were black circles under eyes and she looked dreadfully sick. “Fml.”

Time to jet. Passing by a few more passed out people, Reira placed her hood over her head and left the place….randomly finding her purse on an empty love seat. Nothing was stolen either, lucky. Before she left the dorm building, she found a pop machine and got herself a RedBull. Yay. Energy. Then, she took her first steps on the school grounds. The sun…so bright. God damn hangovers.

Please no Gabriel. Please no Chuck. Please...just nobody see me.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy was known as a nice guy, by those he was known to. Surely not many people, however. He wasn't all that nice to most people. But he knew what this young lady he saw was going through. A hangover from hell.

"What, did I miss a party? Here, have some tea."

He held out a thermos full of his own hangover cure. Spiced chai tea with two drops of bergamont oil and a dash of ginseng. For some damn reason, it worked. He was starting to brew tea for a living, working as the manager of his sister's tea shop. He loved it.

"Trust me, it helps. I brew this specially as a hangover cure."

(OOC: Short post, sorry, pain pills, bad teeth, ect.)

[Reira DeMorvick]

As Reira walked she tried her best to avoid people…but there was just one person who managed to sneak up on her. Literally. She had no idea where he had come from. One moment she was alone walking through the school grounds and the next moment, BAM, cute guy in front of her offering her some tea. She honestly didn’t know what to say at first.

Nuuu I look horrible!

“Yeah,” she said, accepting the tea. “A very, very crazy party. Can’t say that I remember much though, since I locked myself in a broom closet.” Laughing at her own stupidity, she took a sip. Boy did the tea ever hit the spot. It was really good and she could slowly feel her stomach start to settle and quite possibly her headache start to fade. Wow, strong stuff.

“This stuff is great,” she said with a smile. “Do you have a hangover too?”

It was an innocent enough question. He could be one of those partiers whom partied all night and looked absolutely perfect in the morning…unlike Reira.

“I’m Reira by the way.”

Hooray for getting introductions out of the way!

[Roy Atenwood]

"M'name's Roy."

He yawned. His little hangover cure had another perk to it. It helped wake you up. He tried to put a smile on his face, but he didn't know how well it came out. He hadn't had a proper smile in ages. But the one he managed was a good show. At least it didn't make him look scary because of his facial tatoos, or anything.

"Not hung over...the stuff also works as a bit of an energy drink, and I've been in Hong Kong for eight weeks. Jet lag's a bitch....I don't think I've been to a party myself in ages."

Roy's jeans were old, worn, black things. Not ripped yet, but htey defenitely would end up that way if he kept wearing them. He was wearing his black motorcycle boots, and a dark blue jacket over a white T-shirt. A classic biker look....at least in Hong Kong. He was having trouble adjusting to being back.

" I'm thinkin' my first few classes can goto hell while I go get some coffee. Wanna come with?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

“Nice to meet you, Roy.”

Reira finished the tea he had offered her, which wasn’t much, and gave him back the cup of the thermos, thanking him. It wasn’t everyday you meet up with a stranger that was this friendly. Then again, you could never really judge a book by its cover. After all, people would look at her and expect the exact opposite of the truth. To say the least, she was intrigued by this boy. He was interesting, tattoos and all.

“Ick, jet lag.”

Couldn’t agree more there. Reira experienced that all too much. Her constant flights back and forth from Venice always did her in. Sorta like how she was feeling now. Shit. And she had classes soon, which she already planned on skipping…but what better way to skip than to skip them with some nice company. And coffee? Big win! She smiled at him.

“Coffee sounds really good right now!,” she said a little excitedly. Reira would gesture for him to lead the way. “After you, oh stranger.”

((Sorrry this is a lamey lame post!))

[Reira DeMorvick]

“Nice to meet you, Roy.”

Reira finished the tea he had offered her, which wasn’t much, and gave him back the cup of the thermos, thanking him. It wasn’t everyday you meet up with a stranger that was this friendly. Then again, you could never really judge a book by its cover. After all, people would look at her and expect the exact opposite of the truth. To say the least, she was intrigued by this boy. He was interesting, tattoos and all.

“Ick, jet lag.”

Couldn’t agree more there. Reira experienced that all too much. Her constant flights back and forth from Venice always did her in. Sorta like how she was feeling now. Shit. And she had classes soon, which she already planned on skipping…but what better way to skip than to skip them with some nice company. And coffee? Big win! She smiled at him.

“Coffee sounds really good right now!,” she said a little excitedly. Reira would gesture for him to lead the way. “After you, oh stranger.”

((Sorrry this is a lamey lame post!))