ext_26654 ([identity profile] kawalsky.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2005-12-20 08:45 pm

The Dorms - omg late

After getting quite drunk at Parker's, Kawalsky and Callisto had decided to paint the town red. Unfortunately, in their current state of mind, that could possibly end up being literal. Time would tell.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Where can we get some then?" Callisto stopped and scratched her head. "I know!"

She dug into her pocket and pulled out the key to the Art Room.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Using the carefully controlled movements of the slightly tipsy, Callisto pointed to the key. "Art Room."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
Leaning out of his room as they were loitering in the hall and making noise, Krycek eyed them. He left his door open and wandered down in their direction. "Kawalsky, Callisto? What are you doing up?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Krych-, Kryca, Krrrrrry!" Callisto waved. "We are going to the Art Room to get red paint to paint the town red."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Literally?" He arched an eyebrow, having recognized drunk!Callisto even from down the hall. It might be amusing to watch, in any case. Krycek snickered. "Sure. Not as though Williams is going to miss the paint, anyway."

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Course he isn't, he got himself shot into space," Callisto stated matter-of-factly. She pointed down the hall. "Thish way!"

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Just one? And was there a party I missed?" Krycek asked, closing his door as they passed it. "Sounds like you guys have already been having fun tonight."

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Callisto put on her most innocent expression. "Nope, we did nothing tonight. Nothing at all."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," Krycek said, smirking mostly at Callisto's innocent face. "What kind of game was it exactly?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Secret kind." Callisto held her finger up to her mouth. "Shhh."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Secrets are usually for things that'll get you in trouble," Krycek noted, shaking his head. "Is it a secret from everyone or a secret from the cops?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Not any trouble. Just shecret," Callisto held up her hand. "Here we are, at the Art Room." She pulled out the key again and started unlocking the door.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Red and green? At least you'll be seasonal." Krycek watched Kawalsky do somersaults and hoped he wouldn't break his neck, drunk as he seemed to be. He didn't need to be going to the clinic any more times this semester, really.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
"There, open." Callisto pushed the door open and gestured grandly. "The paint is in that cupboard there."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Krycek rolled his eyes. "Good idea, Kawalsky." He followed them to the paint cupboard. "Are you painting trees now, or the town?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
Callisto looked around the room, "Y'know, for an Art Room, there isn't enough Art in here."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"That sounds like a perfectly logical choice of subject." Krycek decided he was out of there the moment someone painted a green duck, however.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Paint whatever you want!" Callisto pulled out big bottles of red and green paint and several brushes. "Make the room arty!"

She then went to write something on the blackboard.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Bemused, Krycek found a spot to paint and started on painting a cloud. It quickly began looking more like a cup of coffee, which he had to admit sounded pretty good at oh-dark-thirty in the morning. Then he realized he wasn't drunk and had no excuse for paintings gone awry and made it a very large cloud with an angry face in it.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Callisto started fingerpainting a large complex design on the wall, of course since she kept leaning on the wall, a fair bit of paint ended up on her as well.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course the only reasonable response to this was for Callisto to finger paint on Kawalsky's nose.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Krycek eyed them again and took a wary step away from the crazy drunk people.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Callisto went to smear a great big patch of green paint down Kawalsky's front.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Krycek, ignoring the other two for the moment, resolutely began putting the last touches of paint on his cloud. Though "last touches" seemed to include war paint.

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Callisto was about to retaliate when she suddenly yawned. Waving her hand in Kawalsky's vague direction she stumbled behind the desk and fell into the chair.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-12-20 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"That sort of ends things, doesn't it?" Krycek commented, amused as Callisto's even breathing made her sudden passing into unconsciousness quite obvious.