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.