From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 6th, 2010 02:04 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

Despite how it might have made her sound, Hunter would be lying if she tried to claim she had even really thought about Gray at all that night. She and the rest of the events committee had put a lot of time and effort into planning this spirit week and homecoming festivities, and the blonde had been so caught up in admiring her own handiwork and shooting the shit with friends, that she hadn't even spared her sometimes boyfriend too much of a thought.

Gray was very self-sufficient, and he didn't need her constant attention or supervision, which was part of what she enjoyed so much about him. She knew that he would, probably, be all right on his own for the evening. And so she had talked, danced, and moved around the hall like mad, greeting everyone, and never staying in one place for too long. She had even danced with a couple of freshman boys during the last fifteen minutes or so of the dance, and she was honestly sad to see the doors closing once eleven struck. She felt like Cinderella in better shoes, rushing home at the chime of the clock.

Her feet were feeling sore from all of the dancing, and although she was still wearing her mask, her heels were held in her hand as she padded across the dewy grass in her bare feet. It wasn't until she was almost back to the dorms that she heard retching nearby, an almost familiar gagging. Furrowing her brow behind her mask, she moved closer, spotting the familiar figure hunched over and emptying his stomach next to Rienzi.

"Right on my doorstep? Ya cocksucker, couldn't ya go puke on Sonnier or somethin'?"

	From: gregoire	Date: October 6th, 2010 07:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

Tonight was only further proving to Gray that never in his life did waiting up for anyone do him any good. Imagine the night he could have had! If only.

Upon hearing a familiar voice from behind him, Gray wiped his mouth with the back of his hand (classy) and pushed himself unsteadily over to rest on one arm.

"Mon dieu. Am I dead?" He whined, looking Hunter over. The devil had finally come to collect him for all the bad things he had done. It was finally happening.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 6th, 2010 09:42 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"You're probably gunna wish ya were dead in the mornin', I can tell ya that much," Hunter mused quietly, shaking her head a little at him. She reached up to lower the mask, letting it hang around her neck instead, so that her chin and lower face found themselves in between each horn.

"How did y'all even get so hammered. Don't tell me ya drank along? Cause that shit is sad."

	From: gregoire	Date: October 6th, 2010 10:06 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"Not the entire time...?" He admitted, pouting with exaggeration. Gray was wobbling a little too much, rolling/throwing himself onto his back with a groan, his hands clutching his stomach.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 6th, 2010 10:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

He was almost too pathetic to help. Unfortunately, it was just almost. She made herself feel better about her act of kindness by convincing herself that he would do the same for her if their roles were reversed.

Even if that maybe wasn't true. She wasn't sure Gray would pick her ass up if the time came. He'd probabl just be handing her more drinks.

Heaving a sigh, she walked over to where he had rolled, crouched slightly to him. "Come on, let's go inside or some shit," she suggested, offering her hands to steady him, eyes rolling. Perks of a private room and all.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 10th, 2010 08:16 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

Gray smiled slowly up at his sometimes-girlfriend from the grass. He might have helped her up were she in his place. Maybe. If he'd found her throwing up in the grass in front of Lalaurie.

But he wasn't thinking about that at all. He took her hand with his left and sat up with some effort, smirking unabashedly and swaying slightly.

"Does this mean Iii get to sssleeep in youur bed toniieeght?" He slurred.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 12th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"Sure," Hunter replied, eyes rolling with good nature. "That's about all y'all be good for tonight is sleepin'.. too drunk for anything else," she mused, as she somewhat roughly pulled him to his feet with a couple of strained yanks. "Couldn't keep it up if ya wanted, no doubt," she teased, giving him a little gentle push, but keeping hold of his hands no less. She couldn't risk him actually falling over.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 13th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"Thess what youu think~" Gray sing-songed, stumbling slightly--and with a giggle, at that. He was alright though, steadying himself more or less by tightening his grip on her hands.

"I am a fucking pro-profess-professional." He nodded as he always did, repeatedly, leaving him to blink away dizziness with raised eyebrows of concentration.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 13th, 2010 09:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"Profession fuck-up more like it," she corrected him, without any real malice to her tone, and a vague smile on her lips. For all that he did frustrate her when he was falling down drunk while she was stone-cold sober, she couldn't really be truly angry with him. "C'mon," the blonde instructed simply, releasing one hand, but using the other to guide him toward the entrance to Rienzi.

"Better not puke in my bed," she warned, as she opened the door and let them inside, reveling in the indoor air. The nights were cooling off, not much but some, and inside of the campus buildings was always just right. She figured it had to be charmed or something.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 13th, 2010 09:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"I'll fuck you up. Professsssionally." Gray waggled his brows at her as if that was supposed to have been enticing. He was always a little bit more charming in French.

"Puke is not for sleeping in," he mused as Hunter pulled him into the dorms. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he should have felt guilty. He should have felt bad, maybe told Hunter about what happened. Here he was being rewarded after being generally awful. It was the story of his life, really.

Right now, all that seemed important was his girlfriend's big warm bed--and trying to see how far past second base she'd let him get tonight before she punched him in the balls.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: October 13th, 2010 10:16 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Hunter/Gray

"I bet ya will," Hunter replied, unable to hold in a little chuckle at the wiggling of the eyebrows. No matter how off-putting he was, especially when he was as loaded as this, there was always that undeniable underlying charm. If she wasn't dating him, it might have even been infuriating instead of endearing.

"No, no sleeping puke. I've done that enough for one lifetime, not happenin' tonight," she agreed with him, leading him through Rienzi, and toward her room. She was glad to be a senior and have a space all to herself; explaining Gray to roommates had never been the most fun. And besides, with a space to themselves, they could do whatever they wanted.

If he stayed conscious that long.