Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had hit the clubs again last night, and that seemed to have finally killed the residual restlessness left over from two weeks ago. Unfortunately, it'd also meant that - after sending Anders a noticably drunken, badly spelled text message to let him know he was coming back, then realizing it was god knows when in the night and he'd probably wake the guy up if he barged on in - he had stumbled into the dorms mostly sober but also tired as hell, and promptly collapsed on the first horizontal surface he found that looked soft.

Which was the third floor common room sofa.

"Mrgh..."

It seemed like a less fantastic idea around breakfast time, yes.

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