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fandomhighdorms2005-09-17 12:37 am
alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2005-09-17 12:37 am
Room 118
After trying his first pan galactic gargle blaster, Roy finally wanders back into the dorms, drunker than he's ever been in his entire life, and determined to spend this wonderfully strange-feeling time making even more alcohol for future consumption. Because then if he has a hangover in detention he'll have something to help him get over the feeling until detention ends.
Now, Roy isn't a particularly drunken person. He's only a teenager, after all, is not hardly angsty enough or emo enough yet to righteously drown himself in a bottle. Angst, hah! That is a fate to be embraced years from now when he might have done something truly worth angsting over, like fighting an unjust war, or trying to overthrow the government, or something equally embarrassing. Then again Roy plans never to be that depressing. More than drinking alcohol, he likes making alcohol. And the drunker he is, the more likely he is to try and make some now for the next time he decides to get drunk. It always seems to make sense at the time, anyway.
Which is why before passing out on his bed he spends quite a bit of effort combining basic chemistry and complex alchemy to make a liter bottle of raspberry-flavored Everclear in.... just under twenty minutes! He decides it will be a brilliant idea to bring it with him to detention tomorrow. Where everyone can have some! Because alcohol should always be shared.
As he flops down on the bed and starts to drift off, he wonders why there's a giant marshmellow sleeping at the foot of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunny_skyes's bed. But then the giant marshmellow thing might be in his head, being that he is probably even "thrunker than he drinks he is."
Now, Roy isn't a particularly drunken person. He's only a teenager, after all, is not hardly angsty enough or emo enough yet to righteously drown himself in a bottle. Angst, hah! That is a fate to be embraced years from now when he might have done something truly worth angsting over, like fighting an unjust war, or trying to overthrow the government, or something equally embarrassing. Then again Roy plans never to be that depressing. More than drinking alcohol, he likes making alcohol. And the drunker he is, the more likely he is to try and make some now for the next time he decides to get drunk. It always seems to make sense at the time, anyway.
Which is why before passing out on his bed he spends quite a bit of effort combining basic chemistry and complex alchemy to make a liter bottle of raspberry-flavored Everclear in.... just under twenty minutes! He decides it will be a brilliant idea to bring it with him to detention tomorrow. Where everyone can have some! Because alcohol should always be shared.
As he flops down on the bed and starts to drift off, he wonders why there's a giant marshmellow sleeping at the foot of
sunny_skyes's bed. But then the giant marshmellow thing might be in his head, being that he is probably even "thrunker than he drinks he is."