@luca-hill
Alaska had been back at school for approximately three hours, twenty seven minutes, and fifteen seconds, and she truthfully didn’t feel any better since the party. After a long talk with her counselor and an even longer, angry phone call from her father, Plath was the last place she wanted to be. Gossip magazines would be full of her newest fuck up in no time and she was painfully aware of the rumors buzzing around school. Avoiding concerned roommates and bitter ex-best friends, she found herself in front of Luca’s dorm. The two hadn’t had a real conversation since his arrival, but she didn’t know who else to go to. Luca was the only one who really knew her, and hopefully, the only one who didn’t hate her. She waits. Two minutes turns into five, five turns into– whatever, fuck it. Alaska knocks on the door.
Though the male didn’t like to ADMIT that he ever got hungover, his head was pounding and he barely got any rest. He wasn’t sure who he ended up sleeping with or making out with. But he had a hangover routine and normally that just involved a really long bubble bath while listening to Mozart. So initially, he didn’t hear the knocks upon his door, too indulged with the warm water and music. However after a minute or so, he realizes someone IS knocking on his door. “Just a moment.” Luca says calmly as he exits from the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist before he opens the door, “Alaska.” He is surprised to say the least but he had heard snipets about what was going on, not too concerned nor involved with the latest gossip, finding it all quite mundane. Still he opened his door wider, “Please, come in.” Luca gestures, his expression full of concern as he eyes her suspiciously, “Is everything alright? Hang on...Let me change into some clothes. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some water, alcohol, juice, tea, coffee?” He muses on while going to the bathroom and clothing himself. Once he’s out of the bathroom a sigh emits from his lips as he wraps his arms around the girl.
