From: double_sticks	Date: September 3rd, 2010 02:21 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Victor/???

There was a freshman on Victor's lap. There was a freshman girl on Victor's lap.

She was unconscious, he was pretty sure. Her vomit had barely missed his shoes, and her hair was over her face, but she was breathing and he was pretty sure that girls usually didn't face plant onto his knee after complimenting his hair.

Not that he had much experience with either of those situations.

Um. He looked around.

Help?

	From: muttonbuster	Date: September 3rd, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Victor/Kyle

Kyle was having a grand old time, and was comfortably buzzed by the time he wandered his way back to to Vic. Who had a girl on his lap. A drunk girl. A drunk, unconscious girl and a puddle of vomit not far away.

"...Havin' fun, then?"

	From: double_sticks	Date: September 3rd, 2010 03:13 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Victor/Kyle

"Tons of fun," Victor agreed amiably. He shook the girl's shoulder experimentally, then sighed. There'd been no response. She was completely out, wasn't she?

Poor kid.

"Barrels."

	From: muttonbuster	Date: September 3rd, 2010 03:17 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Victor/Kyle

"Nice lap blanket." Kyle looked at the girl. She appeared to be dead to the world. Poor, unlucky Victor.

"Maybe we can shift it?"

	From: double_sticks	Date: September 3rd, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Victor/Kyle

"We can try. Y'know, carefully." He didn't want to accidentally hurt the poor girl, after all. "Don't think she's drunk before. You know her house?" Because he should probably return her at some point.