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Braden looked mildly offended and rather like he was about to say something about having been called an asshole, but thought better of it. "Don't forget to drink some water in between your shots," he advised Veronica quietly, not trying to be condescending or bossy, just wanting to make sure that she didn't go overboard and make herself sick. He was pretty sure she didn't actually drink at all, but there she was challenging Carly to pour more. It could end badly.
Veronica almost assured him that she would, but she was distracted by relearning the rules to asshole. Hadn't Cinna taught her drunk cards games at a meeting of student council in which they had next to nothing to decide?
Arnaud wiped the counter with a dish rag he found and Carly dealt the cards. Arnaud knew how to play, having lived with a Nikitin for a year and a half now. Every social went down with a fair bit of goading from Carly. Before long even Arnaud was having a hard time staying upright on his stool.
Veronica leaned a little tipsily in Braden's direction. "Got any cheez-its?" she asked with a giggle once the game was done.
"Stop talking, asshole," Carly said, shoving the deck of cards at her. "Your deal." Of course the queen bitch was president. "And for harassing my veep, you get to take a drink."
Braden wasn't very good at asshole, but he was somehow not doing too badly with a lot of pointers from Arnaud and Veronica (who seemed to want to help him if only so that Carly would stop winning and then stop bossing them around). "I have chili cheese Fritos?" He offered Veronica, nudging the bag across the counter. He didn't mind her 'harassing' him, but Carly seemed to be taking every last opportunity to make Veronica drink.
He giggled a little at Arnaud swaying on his stool. "Do you need some buffer, bro?" It was much harder to get shitty wasted on a belly full of carbs (and to that end, Braden very rarely found himself on the nasty end of a hangover). He grinned, and produced a packet of twizzlers.
Veronica almost assured him that she would, but she was distracted by relearning the rules to asshole. Hadn't Cinna taught her drunk cards games at a meeting of student council in which they had next to nothing to decide?
Arnaud wiped the counter with a dish rag he found and Carly dealt the cards. Arnaud knew how to play, having lived with a Nikitin for a year and a half now. Every social went down with a fair bit of goading from Carly. Before long even Arnaud was having a hard time staying upright on his stool.
Veronica leaned a little tipsily in Braden's direction. "Got any cheez-its?" she asked with a giggle once the game was done.
"Stop talking, asshole," Carly said, shoving the deck of cards at her. "Your deal." Of course the queen bitch was president. "And for harassing my veep, you get to take a drink."
Braden wasn't very good at asshole, but he was somehow not doing too badly with a lot of pointers from Arnaud and Veronica (who seemed to want to help him if only so that Carly would stop winning and then stop bossing them around). "I have chili cheese Fritos?" He offered Veronica, nudging the bag across the counter. He didn't mind her 'harassing' him, but Carly seemed to be taking every last opportunity to make Veronica drink.
He giggled a little at Arnaud swaying on his stool. "Do you need some buffer, bro?" It was much harder to get shitty wasted on a belly full of carbs (and to that end, Braden very rarely found himself on the nasty end of a hangover). He grinned, and produced a packet of twizzlers.