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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[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Looks like someone could use some coffee," Negasonic snarked. She had been passing by the common room when she heard the "Mrgh" and saw Dante on the sofa.

He looked like he could use some snark as well as coffee.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Coffee sucks," Dante muttered, reaching up to yank a pillow over his face.

Only to encounter no pillow. Sigh, tragedy.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes at Dante. "Then at least drink some water, dumbass," she said walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water.

"Here."

She tossed it over aiming it to land on the couch next to Dante.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante made an irritated noise at the... well, the noise, but his hand shot up without him paying any real attention and snatched the bottle out of the air.

"Thanks."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow at the catch. Nice reflexes she noted to herself.

"Anything else? Hangover helper? Are you a 'something greasy' or 'hair-of-the-dog' kind of guy?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'll get some pizza when I get up," Dante muttered.

Which might be hours from now, at this rate.

He at least found it in him to unscrew the cap of the bottle and take a sip, though. "...'s the third floor, right?"

Because otherwise, ugh, stairs.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She let out a snort of amusement. "Yeah. Congratulations on making it this far," she snarked. "How much partying did you do last night?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Not enough," Dante sighed. "But I got... class? I think."

Yes, you had class. "Came home early." Ish.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"How studious of you," she said rolling her eyes again. "I'm sure the professor will appreciate your dedication. You want some tylenol or will the effort to remove the childproof cap be too much?"

Yes. It was sarcasm but it was an offer of medication. That makes it nice, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

"You have tylenol?"

Yeah, Dante was willing to take it.

Even if he did make the world's worst effort at giving her the finger. It was more like he was giving the arm of the sofa the finger.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She smirked at the finger. She'd been shown worse by other people

"My mentor back at my old school was like a Russian boy scout," she said reaching into her bag and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and shaking it the bottle before tossing it at Dante. "Always be prepared," she said with a bad Russian accent. "He also sent me a box of protein bars. Want one?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante caught the Tylenol, too, but it was less impressive - he'd already rolled onto his back. "Aren't those like military crap?" he said, popping a pill into his mouth and washing it down.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She shrugged, took out a bar from her pack and held one up. "I see this one in the candy bar aisle. Better than nothing."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I think I'll hold out for pizza, thanks," Dante muttered. His head was still pounding, and probably would be for the next... oh, half hour. "Boy scout mentor. That's gotta be fun."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"He's all right," she said for once not sounding sarcastic. "He spouts off a lot but he at least believes what he's saying."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante pulled a face. "Yeah, sure," he said. "Those are usually the worst."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

That earned Dante a glare. "You don't know him. Don't judge him until you do," she replied. "He's literally pulled me out of shit that could have killed me."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante rolled his eyes. "No, I don't know him," he said, "But the believing-in-it types? They're usually just getting your hopes up before they kick you in the head by accident."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. Clearly she wasn't going to convince Dante of anything if he had trust issues. "Any of those types showing up to see you this weekend?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nope," Dante said, shrugging right back. "I'm flying free. Your boy scout showing up?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"No. He'd just spend the entire weekend either lecturing me or trying to make Douchepool a hero. I'm fine on my own."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snorted. "You really don't like Douchepool, huh?"

Sure, he could call the guy Deadpool, since he had no problems with him (besides him being a teacher). But why do that?