"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."
He laughed. "It is usually what is stocked in the cabinet," he admitted. "Easy access and once you acquire a taste for it, it is not so bad," he shrugged. "You know... I had not wanted to get very drunk but when can you really have scotch and not get very drunk?" he puzzled.
He laughed. "I love being outside but it is this cursed Russian complexion," he playfully shook his fist.
He laughed. "You are right, I should. What is your favorite? Perhaps I shall try that next time," Yev smiled. "I think I would very well get disowned if I drank shit alcohol," he laughed.
He had gotten used to getting his cheeks pinched by pretty, older girls, it still made him giggle though. "Alas, I have been eluded for the last time sun screen!" he laughed. "Perhaps I should apply in layers," he grinned.
"Hey, it's on you if you decide to drink shit alcohol. Sometimes that's all my budget allows." The rum she had tonight wasn't top shelf, but it wasn't that bottom shelf germ killing shit she was drinking last time either.
"Like dressing for winter up north. Maybe use the highest SPF you can legally buy over the counter."
"I like you Abby, you are very genuine," he smiled warmly. "To shit alcohol!" he lifted his cup in cheers.
"Do they have SPF that you can not buy over the counter?" he asked his eyes getting big. "Perhaps that is the kind I should try to get," he laughed. "I have never been up north though I have heard it is quite cold. I would not mind visiting there at some point." He said thoughtfully.
She chugged a good slug to his cheer and then sought out a refill for her cup. There had been some careless partygoers who left their booze and there was a punch bowl of jungle juice that seemed promising at this point.
"Yev! You sober enough to fix me a drink?"
Then she giggled because he was probably as drunk as she was. "As for the SPF, I dunno. You might as well just wear latex paint at the rate you're going."
"Abernathy! I would be honored!" he said drunkenly slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the drink table.
"You are probably right, I think my friend Emilie can get me latex paint, that seems to be her thing," he giggled taking Abby's cup and setting it down. Not quite the master mixer he made her one of his newly famous vodka concoctions. "For the old country," he said offering her the cup.
Abernathy wrinkled her nose. "Not Emilie Devlin?" She frowned and shook her head as if she'd just smelled something terrible. "You're friends with the devil woman? No way. You're too fucking nice." Then Abernathy remembered she should probably be nice too, since they'd just met.
She took the cup and drank down a large swig while trying to think of a way to change the subject. "This is dreadfully delightful," she said and poked at the exceedingly tall boy. "You're awesome."
"Oh yes, Emilie Devlin," he slurred drunkenly. "I think... I think she is very misunderstood that Emilie Devlin. She has always been very kind to me, although she does make me jump a little every time she comes around," he giggled. Whether he knew it or not, Yevgeni was constantly juggling the ladies in his life.
"You are awesome!" he said cheerfully. "I will drink to that!" he took a long drink from his cup. "And I like your hair, it is very pretty!"
"I bet you she tortures puppies for fun." Then she put her hand over her mouth as if she could take it back by pretending it never happened.
"I am awesome!" she agreed and cheered him again before taking another drink. "Thank you. I like to change the streak every now and again. It keeps me from shaving my head altogether." Not that she would, but dying her hair kept her from getting bored and doing something more drastic.
Yev couldn't help but laugh. He had heard this concern from many other people. It always made him laugh a little. "I think freshmen are more up her alley," he giggled.
"A shaved head?" he asked his eyes going wide. "I am sure you would make it work," he grinned. "But the colorful streak is my favorite. I should do something crazy with my hair. You think blue would suit me?" he giggled.
"Glad I'm not a freshman anymore," she admitted, though it had been awhile (knock on wood, she thought) since her last scuffle with Emilie.
"Yev. Yev. Yev," she said just to make sur eshe had his attention. "I'm going to dye your hair." Then she giggled ridiculously and patted at his arm. For some reason drunk Abernathy liked to poke at drunk Yevgeni. "When we're sober. And I think you'd look delightful with dark blue."
"Okay!" he agreed enthusiastically. "This is a brilliant idea!!" he bounced on his heels. "It is a good idea to wait until we are sober. That way we do not get hair dye in our eyes and on our faces. We would look like little smurfs," he giggled.
"They make charms for that," she teased with a giggle. Then she reached out with her pinkie. "You gotta pinkie promise. We're going to have so much fun. And you should know I remember almost everything I did drunk when I get sober. Don't blackout. Hate it." Then she was laughing again, swaying lightly. "Come on. My pinkie won't bite."
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