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thirsty and miserable (ted, andy / september 17tth)

Ted’s about to pull out a cigarette because he doesn’t actually have a lot of beer left and also doesn’t quite feel up to leaving the tub for another, so he needs something to do, when someone stumbles into his sanctuary.

"Find somewhere else to –" go have sex please, god, assholes he’s about to say when someone, a girl, giggles, saying oh. It’s you. Ted looks up and sees a dark haired girl, her cheers flushed warm. It takes him a minute to place her – it’s the eyes, that trigger the memory. “Oh shit!” he says, eyes widdening in recognition.

"Starbucks girl! Holy shit!" He can’t believe his luck. Of course the crazy Starbucks bitch appeared in his bathroom. This party was awesome. (Brendon owes him coffee for two lifetimes.) “This is my bathroom. What are you doing in my bathroom?”

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“Oh, right,” Andromeda finally says when he calls her Starbucks girl, and continues to clumsily make way inside even after he protests, This is my bathroom. She looks around, takes a short spin, and laughs. Again.

“Looks clean,” she nods before turning back to look at him, sprawled inside the bathtub looking like a miserable piss baby. “I mean, of course probably cause you never use it. Right?” She takes a sip of her drink. “My friend draged me here. What’s your story?”

She laughs (at her own joke) and tries to settle herself at the edge of the bathtub but slips, and falls right in. Andromeda lets out a small oof, muttering some curse as her arse lands hard on the surface of the tub. The drink she’s holding (a half empty cup of beer; and not the good stuff) spills, some landing on her, and some on him.

“Fuck, I am so sorry.” But she’s still smiling, and it could almost pass as sincere.

#[thread: thirsty and miserable]#[char: ted tonks]

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thirsty and miserable (ted, andy / september 17tth)

He hates Gabe Saporta parties. They’re always too fucking ridiculous –themes, costumes, elaborate plans and they’re so rowdy. Ted wishes he’d stayed home. He could have gotten drunk in the basement and probably lured Lily down to watch some David Lynch movies at two in the morning. But Brendon Urie had showed up at the store as Ted was pulling the gate closed and begged Ted to go with him to Gabe’s party because Brendon couldn’t show up alone since he was trying to get Ryan to notice him, so obviously Ted was the right choice.

The theme for this party is apparently somewhere between beach party and Spring Breakers because Ted sees a lot of people in unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts and a couple glow-in-the-dark beach balls being bounced around.

The party is too hot and too fucking loud and Ted gets too drunk way too fucking soon. Shots of whiskey went to his head really fast, but he always remembers that too late. One shot was never enough, and a second shot never tasted any better than the first, but he does it anyway. Which is stupid.

He kind of hovers around Brendon for a while, but loses him somewhere between his third shot, licking whiskey off his hand, and his second beer. Ted wanders around kind of pointlessly – he doesn’t really know anyone here, save for Gabe and Brendon and there’s no way he’s going to hang out with the former and the latter has abandoned him for the greener pastures of Ryan Ross.

He retreats up the stairs of the house, the music gets softer and Ted feels less crowded. He tries the first door in the hallway. It ends up being a bathroom.

The tub is white, and Ted sighs with relief. The bathmat is blue and fuzzy and bleach-spotted, the shower curtain is covered in fish and spotted with mildew. It smells like bathwater and shampoo. Ted almost falls into the tub, settles in with his back against the tile and takes a drink from his beer. His toes press against the side of the tub. He can feel the thrum of the bass from whatever they’re playing downstairs.

He closes his eyes. It’s quiet in here, at least.

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She agrees to go on one condition: she was not wearing a bikini top in the fucking middle of September, thank you very much. Greengrass tells her she can’t go alone because that would be no fun and laughs when she says something like, who’s going to pull my hair back when I vomit? Andromeda only looks at her incredulously. The only person she’s willing to sit by as they throw up is Bellatrix and they’ve long outgrown house parties and hard liquor to have ever been in that situation since Bella was a senior, and she was a junior at high school.

Andromeda thought she had graduated from this. It feels too much like high school, like Friday nights on campus and some fraternity down the block is throwing another kegger and it’s too loud, too crowded, and there’s too many bodies pressed against each other. For a good hour, Andromeda cradles a beer and sips on it bitterly until it’s turned warm and she chugs it down fast enough that the alcohol rushes through her head. It’s after some tequila shots, licking salt, and sucking on some lemon wedges that she is drunk enough to allow herself to slip easily into the this ridiculous fucking party.

How she gets to the second floor, she can’t really quite recall. She’s looking for the bathroom, that she remembers; because her cheeks feel too warm, and her head is spinning madly and someone tells her that the bathroom is upstairs down the hallway.

(Sober she’s miserable. Drunk, she’s less so. Maybe she has stooped as low as she thinks)

So, Andromeda stumbles inside carelessly, stopping at the door when she sees that it’s already been occupied. She frowns, shutting the door behind her. The boy in the bathtub is familiar. “Oh,” she laughs. “It’s you —“ She snaps her fingers and tries to recall, but none comes. “I can’t remember.”

#[thread: thirsty and miserable]#[char: ted tonks]