@nixonmorales
The party last night hadn’t been awful, she supposed. Maybe not as wild as the ones back home but she supposed there was a certain charm to not worrying about guards coming in and busting them at any time. It was probably one of the first times since arriving that she’d actually let her hair down. She didn’t immediately regret it, not entirely, not until her fifth drink and she didn’t feel like she could stand up straight anymore. It had been a while since she’d had liquor in her system properly.
At some point during the night, she must have blacked out, because she didn’t remember one single thing. Waking up, the first thing that hit her nose was the musty smell of whatever she was on. With a shudder, she opened her eyes, coughing a bit on the smell and sneezing from what she assumed was dust. Maybe that was what had woken her up. Looking around, she saw she was on a couch and the mess around her was plentiful. She would have been almost surprised that she’d just been left alone with if she didn’t know the people around her. Reaching in her pocket, she hoped and preyed her phone was still, thankfully it was. Checking the time, she realized she was very late for meeting Nixon for some school assignment they’d been paired for. Cursing, she stood up. Of course as soon as she did her stomach churned. She rushed outside to empty the contents of her stomach. Maybe she could skip meeting him for the assignment.
Nixon has tried to avoid parties to his best ability, After all him and alcohol weren’t exactly the best combination. The dark haired male has been doing pretty well with no drinking. He has also been getting a bit more sleep than usual. Despite the fact he still avoids the topic of his brother during therapy sessions he feels like he is making progress and that was an important thing. He still got nightmares, he could still see his mother dead on the floor every now and then but it was getting better the visions were becoming rarer and due to the lack of alcohol they weren’t as clear anymore. Nixon got himself dressed for his school assignment with Callie, he hasn’t properly spoken to the red haired girl since that day that he confessed to her why he was here. It was fair to say that he chickened out he was worried that she thought differently of him now and he wasn’t ready to face that. He waited for around twenty minutes at their designated meeting spot before deciding to search for her. He heard there was a party somewhere by the little cabin in the wooded area so thats where he decided to go first and just as the cabin came into the view so did the red haired female. “You know, you look worse than me the morning after.” The male teased her a little before taking several steps towards her. “Jesus callie what did you drink?”
Callie couldn’t remember if her drink had been that strong. She knew she’d had a few, but she wondered why exactly she felt like she’d been hit by a truck. Perhaps it was simply because it’d been so long. She wasn’t even sure why she had gotten drunk. Maybe it was because she was scared to face Nixon after everything he’d told her, after all the vulnerability showed. She wasn’t used to showing a nice face to the world very often, it had been strange and unnerving.
“I only had a few, I think someone probably slipped me something,” she murmured halfheartedly rubbing her eyes. She wasn’t sure what had happened exactly. Maybe she really had simply gotten black out drunk. The redhead tried to smooth down her hair a little in the back where it’d been pushed up by the couch she’d passed out on at some point last night.
Usually the boy would be filled with confidence when talking to anyone but now that he was standing face to face with Callie he remembered that night that he stupidily decided to get drunk and head to her dorm to open up about what happened that night. Nixon hated when people knew about his family life and he always would try his best to avoid the topic. Even with his therapist, he would still desperately avoid the topic of his home like it was a bullett that was gonna shoot right through his heart and kill him on the spot. Nixon’s thoughts about his past disappeared completely the moment Callie mentioned that someone could have slipped something inside her drink. “Someone slipped something in?” The male questioned and his eyebrows furrowed a little for some strange reason the whole situation seemed to anger him, the idea of someone slipping something inside her drink caused the boys anger to grow a little, Nixon briefly clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment to calm “Do you remember who you hung around last night? I’m gonna beat the fuck out of them.” The male spoke lightly as he looked at the red haired girl. “Look let’s not do the project today, let’s go grab something to eat and see if you can remember anything.”
Callie wasn’t exactly sure what had happened last night. She was sure it couldn’t simply be because she couldn’t handle her liquor. She’d always had no problem drinking, even if it was in large amounts. She didn’t feel too bad physically. But she had seen girls who had been slipped something back home. She didn’t want to think about what might have been done. Maybe she’d gotten lucky, and the amount of people in the room had gotten whoever it was off her path. She still felt foggy either way, maybe if she spoke to a few people she could figure out what had happened.
The redhead started combing her fingers through her hair a few times, trying to work out some of the knots that had formed in her sleep. She noticed the anger on his face. It was strange, she’d never really seen him angry like that. “I was with a girl and some guy,” that was really the only one noticeable. “I was barely talking to them honestly,” she showed a face of disgust. She wasn’t exactly a fan of most people here.
The dark haired male has been partying ever since he could remember and he knew how parties went. Always without a fail someone had something slipped in their drink. Majority of the time people that Nixon surrounded himself with did it mainly for jokes to see how the person would be like next day and simply make them believe that they did a bunch of embarassing stuff. However it was only in close friendship groups whenever it happened on a bigger party it would always frustrate the boy. “A girl and some guy? callie do you remember what they looked like at least so we can ask them if they remember something at least?” The male arched his eyebrow a little as walked over to the girl. It was getting kinda windy so he pulled off his zip up hoodie and passed it over to her. “Here let’s go back to the room, you’ll take a shower. We will eat something and figure this whole mess out.”
