Yev was pretty well drunk by now having sipped on scotch all night. The thought of passing out beads had him pretty embarrassed so he kept the large stack of beads an elf had handed him around his own neck. He ventured away from the other freshmen, cutting through the middle of the room to get something else to drink. He very clumsily bumped into someone. "I am so sorry," he said before erupting into giggles.
"Don't be sorry," Abernathy replied and then grinned fiendishly. "Show me your titties." She'd been passing out beads to boys all night long, asking to see their tits and then having a grand laugh about the whole thing.
His face flushed red, still giggling he lifted his shirt. "I must apologize, they are not the best titties in the world," he said pulling his shirt down again. "Do I get some lovely colored beads now?"
"They're the best I've seen all night, pumpkin. And you absolutely do," Abernathy replied a little drunkenly. "What color do you want?" she asked sweetly, trying to sort through them with clumsy hands.
"Thank you," he said shyly. "Ooo! Can I have green, I think it brings out my eyes," he joked still giggling. He took the last sip of his scotch. "Would you like to accompany me to the drinks table for a refill?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"That would be lovely," she replied and managed to fish out a green strand for him. "You look familiar," she said as she passed the beads to him. "And tall," she added looking up at. She made sure to stay on his right side so she could hear him over the noise of the party; she was still following doctor's orders and had put her earplug in her left ear to prevent anymore damage.
He offered her his arm, walking through the crowd. "I have two big stupid brothers," he said with a laugh. "And we are all very Russian," he said in a silly voice.
"I can not seem to stop growing! I started out the year at only 5'7 and I have not stopped growing," he laughed. And the taller he got, the more awkward and clumsy he seemed to get.
She swallowed hard. "Oh god. You're a de Kooning." She didn't know Anastas very well except by his reputation as a man whore. She knew Kaz and she couldn't enough stomach the thought of that bastard anymore. "Please tell me you're the nice one?"
Then she put her head on top of her head. "I think I'm about as tall as I'll ever get. I'm okay with it though."
"That I am," he gave her his big puppy dog eyes. "I am the nice one, I promise," he said putting his hand over his heart. "I am sorry if my brothers have painted a poor picture of the de Kooning name," he said sincerely. She looked familiar though, perhaps a former friend or girlfriend of Stas or Kaz.
"It is a very nice height for you I think," he beamed at her. "Knowing my luck I will not stop growing until I am well over seven feet tall," he laughed.
"You'd have to be the nice one. I don't know the whore that well. And the other... Well, that fuck face is dead to me." She took a swig of what was in her cup and burped none to quietly.
"I'm Abernathy," she said, wondering if the name might job his memory.
"A-ha!" he said bouncing a little. "I do remember you know," he said putting the pieces together, she had been friends with Kaz and her name definitely rang a bell. "I am sorry that Kazimir is not nice. You two used to be friends."
"Nice belch Abernathy," he grinned. "I am Yevgeni," he said pouring himself a new drink. "Most people call me Yev, occasionally Yevvykins or Bambi, but I must not lie, I am not that found of Yevvykins," he giggled.
"Let's not reflect too much on that asshole," she growled pouring some coke into her plastic cup and then fumbling for her flask and pouring a little rum into it. "Fuck 'im."
She giggled about the burp. "I can belch with the best of them."
She raised her cup to him. "Pleasure to finally officially meet you, Yev. Lots of people call me AB. Or Abby. Whatever works for you."
"We will not," he said brightly. "We will forgot about him and enjoy the night!" he cheered. "Fuck him!" he agreed happily. He was more than happy to not be compared to his brothers.
He gave a loud belch, not quite as good as the one Abernathy had let out earlier. "Not as good as yours," he grinned.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well Abby," he said taking a sip of his new concoction, he wasn't entirely sure what it was but it tasted good enough.
"Is that some kind of de Kooning thing or what?" Then she sipped her cup." I brought my own. Didn't plan on getting too hammered since we have classes tomorrow. Rum and cokes."
She reached out as if she was going to pinch his cheek and instead just clapped her hand on his shoulder. "That's a good thing. You need some color. It's like you boys don't believe in sunshine."
Giggling he wrapped his much bigger pinkie around Abernathy's pinkie. "Ok!" he agreed. "I can not make promises for what I remember and what I do not but I will take your word for it."
"I will definitely remember you my new friend Abby," he giggled.
"You will!?!" he asked excitedly. "We will be such good friends," he said drunkenly. "I will tell everyone and if anyone bothers you, you let me know and I will beat the shit out of them for you, okay?"
"Yev, has my reputation not filtered down to the freshman class? I don't need boys to beat anyone up for me. I'm rough and tumble. Good to go. Locked and loaded. I'm an official ass kicker. You come to me if you have trouble and I'll beat the shit out of them for you."
Then she broke into some serious giggles and clung to his side so as not to fall over. "Best friends forever!" she exclaimed.
There were a few movies from Abernathy's childhood that she wanted to forget. The ridiculousness that was the Mighty Ducks was one such movie. "Oh god. We are," she lamented and then giggled so hysterically that she almost threw up.
Yev couldn't stop laughing either, he tried his best to help his new friend stand, putting his hand on her back. "Oh noooos! The giggles are taking over!"
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