3rd Floor Common Room- Monday evening

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie had had a weird last week, and this one wasn't exactly off to a normal start, either. Sure, the weekend had been seriously messed up, what with smuggling alcohol and making out with someone she'd never even talked to before and oh yeah, dying from trying coffee just once, but at least it was over.

Then she'd woken up in a supply closet.

And then she'd gone back to the common room to retrieve her backpack from last night before going to class, and found alcohol in it. A lot of it.

At first she'd just hidden it in her room, and as long as she was away from there, it was fine. But when she'd gone back after class, she found she couldn't concentrate because she knew it was there. It wasn't that she wanted it. It was just that even in a town where Caritas didn't card and she'd reported on students smoking pot and drinking, she became really worried that she'd get in trouble for having it. Add in worry about going to tomorrow's NA meeting and wanting to share but all she had was that she got addicted to something and died from it and again with having the alcohol and then she started feeling stressed and guilty.

That was when Annie panicked and checked to make sure no one was in the common room yet, then dragged the bags of alcohol bottles to the kitchen area. And now all she had to do was pour them down the sink...

[Yes another dorms post. I know, and I'm sorry, now for the love of god, SOMEONE STOP HER.]

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[hurtingzeebo]

Sam . . . had spent the day madly gargling and pretending that Carly wasn't messaging her every five minutes.* She finally made her way into the common room and spotted the booze.

"Are you sharing that?"

* that wasn't an exaggeration. It was every five minutes on the dot.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Actually... I was trying to dispose of it," Annie admitted, because it wasn't like she hadn't been caught.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh." Sam wasn't sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, she was from a Nickelodeon show, she'd never thought much of drinking alcohol. On the other . . . . "They say that stuff will kill off any weird bugs in your system, right?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I kind of think that's something people say to make it okay," Annie told her. "I'm trying to make it go away without enabling anyone and now I'm realizing it was probably a bad idea to bring it in here?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"People gotta have some reason to drink it," Sam said. "You know, other than just being total losers or my uncle Carmine."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"From what I hear, it's mainly for reasons like ignoring problems or trying to make themselves feel better," she said. Of course, she'd never had any herself and rehab had maybe skewed her views a little. At least till one episode in college. "It doesn't sound like as much fun as they show on TV."

[hurtingzeebo]

"But it works for those other things?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"So I hear. At least for a while," she said, and then realized that might not be helpful. "I'm still not recommending it."

[hurtingzeebo]

"No, you're just planning to pour all that potential into the pipes."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Kenzi said with a wave, trying to look like she hadn't been on Twitter with Freddie (http://fh-im.livejournal.com/4064.html?thread=239584#t239584). Not that she knew what was up with them. "So, do a shot for every regret?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Why? Do I look like I regret something?! Don't you judge me!"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I can't judge you! I don't know anything!" Kenzi waved her arms, eyes wide. "I swear!"

[hurtingzeebo]

"You sure as heck don't!"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Fucking right I don't!" Kenzi said, then calming down a little. Then having an ugly thought.... "Um. Have you checked the podcasts yet?" Kenzi so, so hadn't.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Nooooooo." Sam had a bad feeling about that. "What did they say?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Kenzi said in tones of dread. "I'm scared to know." She looked at her iPhone. "I could find out...?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"And I could try to destroy you."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"You don't think this town's had enough of people being out of their minds the past couple days?" Dave asked.

His only experiences with alcohol had left him dancing poorly and feeling sick the next morning. He might not fully understand that drinking in moderation was a thing yet.

[hurtingzeebo]

"After last weekend? There might not be such thing."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but how bad was it for you?" Dave asked.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Think of the absolute last thing you ever thought you would ever do ever again ever."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Right now, I'd have to say hide a dead body and have radio report it," Dave said.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Well, I haven't killed him yet."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what? Killed who?" Dave asked.

[hurtingzeebo]

"No one," Sam said, completely unconvincingly. "No one at all. Hypothetically."