Blow it, small fry

Associate Professor Dave Katz Music | Office 24 | Classroom 2.6 Teaching at Castlewood University

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corpsesandhomework:

Hunter chuckled and nodded in agreement.”I do that too.Essays suck since I gotta be able to read it but on a test if I can’t make it out it’s not gettin full points.” He shook his head.Thankfully he only had a fair few with shit handwriting.

“In class it’s touch ‘n go.We’re gettin into gruesome stuff.Tends to make class more difficult.” Hunter answered,setting his things down on another table.He needed a coffee too.The frustration from these tests was ridiculous.”More coffee?” He asked Dave,getting ready to go get some.Might as well be a gentleman and offer to refill his cup.

"Thankfully, I’ve got nothing to terrifying in any of my classes. Well... Intro to Musical Theory can be a little terrifying, but honestly I think I’m more scared of what they come up with than they are of coming up with it.” He marked a red X on the paper with a series of question marks. Wrong it was, he guessed. 

“Oh, please.” Dave groaned, offering his cup to the other man. “Thanks so much.” Coffee was his lifeblood. Single fatherhood and teaching saw to that. He’d given up many of his prior vices in favor of caffeine. “Have anyone faint in your class, yet?”

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Trick or Treat | Closed

The raucous sounds of parties already starting amongst the students on campus as he left for the day had Dave remembering his own youth, when any holiday was an excuse to get drunk or high or both. Now though, his holidays looked a bit different.

“Ave, don’t forget your bag.” He reminded his daughter, whose blonde curls were already beginning to get messy. Her best friend’s mother had picked both girls up from school so they could get ready for the night ahead of them together, and had taken the time to shape the little girls’ hair into careful ringlets.

Eight-year-old Avery squeezed her dad’s fingers fro a second, before darting back inside to grab her bag for collecting candy. Dressed as a princess (of course), she returned to his side, looking up at her dad. She’d managed to coax him into dressing as her prince. Her friend was a fairy, and her mother an evil queen. The girls had been drawn together by their single parents, and often daydreamed about how wonderful it would be to have their parents marry, so they could be sisters.

Tonight, however, nothing but getting candy, getting high as a kite on sugar, and spinning out on their parents was on the mind of every child in the neighborhood, theirs included. Ave and her friend, Shawna, skipped ahead, hand in hand as Dave and Shawna’s mother, Joie, trailed behind them, chatting.

Joie had always liked Dave--a handsome single dad with a bad-boy vibe but a much more stable lifestyle than his appearance suggested. He was a single mom’s dream, especially after seeing the way he was with his own daughter and her friends. He was good with kids, something that seemed to surprise even Dave. But he wasn’t looking for anything long term. He wasn’t that stable. He hadn’t been opposed to a single night, however. Joie hadn’t been either.

Ave was dragging tiredly by the end of the evening. Riding on her dad’s back, they bid goodbye to Shawna and Joie, at their door, proceeding down the walk to where Dave’s rather aged Mustang waited. He buckled her in and slipped behind the wheel, noting that Avery was already dozing off. Good, he could steal some of her snickers, as a Dad Tax.

He’d gotten her inside and changed with little fuss, but he wasn’t surprised when he felt her slight weight as she crawled into his bed, abandoning her room. Sleepily, she snuggled into his side, grumbling as he shifted to get comfortable around her.

“Night, Ave.” He mumbled, yawning. A small, drowsy voice answered him.

“Night, Dad.”

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Hunter:

Hunter had papers to grade and at the moment he had one of the rare times where he didn’t want to be in his room alone but instead be somewhere where someone else could occupy the space.He carried a small stack of papers to the teacher’s lounge.Since he started teaching there he had yet to go in there.When he walked in he saw a professor he had definitely passed in the hall before.

When he asked him a question he walked over.He looked at the paper in his hand.”Might be both although some of this handwritin looks like chicken scratch.” Hunter answered.

"Chicken scratch is right. Jesus.” Dave dropped his pen in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, my writing isn’t great either but, like... dude. It’s a test. If I can’t read it, it ain’t right.”

Midway through the school year, and he was starting to feel it drag longer and longer. He knew his students felt the same, but it did no good to make so little effort. “Your students doin’ any better than mine?” He asked, reaching for his coffee. A glance in his cup told him he was out. He’d need a lot more to finish his stack, at this rate.

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“Wow, I am getting old.” Dave held the paper further from his face trying to find the spot where his eyes could focus on it. He’d forgotten his reading glasses on the counter at home, after working on Avery’s homework with her. It wouldn’t be a problem, if he didn’t have a stack of midterms to grade. “Maybe it’s just their handwriting?” He mused to no one in particular. The teacher’s lounge was empty, so he’d opted to work in there and take over a larger table. 

“Hey, can you read this? I can’t tell if it’s me or their writing anymore.”

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She sighed and played with the corner of the wrapping of the small chocolate and didn’t look up at him for a long while, trying to mentally back-track to figure out what had gone wrong and where. Pushing the chocolate in her pocket and sitting up, she finally looked at him as he rubbed his finger, probably a habit. “He was shallow anyway,” She sat back in the chair, her voice small. “As a kiddie pool.”

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Her comment spurred a bark of laughter from him, his hand coming up to rub across his face. “Sounds like a real treasure. I mean, it’s a fresh start, this place, yeah? Maybe see about finding yourself or some bullshit like that. Or you have an entire school of guys. Who knows?” Dave wasn’t exactly the consummate expert in relationships anyways.

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Seven Year Itch| Dave & Jess

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Her responsiveness was like a drug, and he was lost in her warmth and her head scent as he turned his attentions to her other thigh, worrying a mark into the pale skin with his teeth. Finally, he brushed his nose against her lips, slowly dragging his tongue up her slit, teasing between her folds. Her musky taste bloomed across his tongue, drawing a moan from him. An arm snaked around her, under her thing and over her stomach, pinning her to the bed. Muscles tensed against her squirming, bold lines of color shifting on his arms as the muscles worked to restrain her under his tattooed skin. Her fingers had woven into his hair, pulling and tugging insistently as he laved her center once more, glancing up to gauge her reaction.

Office Hours | Dave & Open

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Nerd:

To be fair, he was her favorite music professor. But that was just because she was too intimidated (and slightly aroused) to talk to the vocal performance professor. “I only noticed because you threw my drunk ass over your shoulder.” Sighing, the physicist walked into his office and knelt on the couch, peering over it at him. “Your ass was in my face, I was drunk. What did you expect to happen?” Honestly, she had felt bad and told Skylar about it. Gina was still thinking of ways to make it up to him. She eyed Dave’s desk for a second and pushed the thought aside.

“I take it you’re not going to end our blooming friendship over it then. That’s good to know.” Crossing her arms on the back of the couch, she rested her chin on them. “Did you enjoy that more than I did? Because most of it is a blur. There was the car not starting, the bar, drinking, the love song and grabbing your ass before you dropped me at home. Did I forget anything?” Her voice was slightly muffled by her arms.

“And who got your drunk ass so drunk? Oh, right... my bad.” He teased, his eyes twinkling. To be fair, after the day she’d had that time, she was allowed to get drunk. He rested his elbows on his desk, his chin in his hands as he leaned over his desk towards her. “Not that. Certainly not that. Not that I minded.” He wondered how Skylar had taken it. He’d never heard about anything, and the to lovebirds were still disgusting as ever, so maybe King hadn’t cared all that much. Or maybe Gina had just made it up to him. Not any of his business, as far as Dave was concerned.

“I would imagine, if anything, drunken butt pats would strengthen our friendship.” He mused aloud, raising an eyebrow. As he listened to her rattle off their night and the events of it, he nodded. “Sounds about right. I think you got it all. And I may have, because I still remember it.” He laughed. Years of drinking that he had on her was a blessing for nights like that. He woke up the next morning a little thirsty, but otherwise completely fine. “How’d the reception go by the time I finally did get you home? Not too pissed?”

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Baby photos! Yes! Just found these in a stray box that hadn’t been unpacked.

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She sighed again, thinking how unfair it was that her boyfriend would just dump her so suddenly. But she knew that Professor Katz was right and the way he spoke was unlike her father, which was new and refreshing. Her father would have said that it was for the best that she wouldn’t be around him anymore, but she still had feelings for the boy who had tossed her aside. “Just…” She tried, but found she had nothing to say, a whimper sounding instead, and she looked up at the ceiling again.

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Leaning forward he passed a tissue box across the space between them, before getting up to rummage through the candy jar that one of the other faculty members remained. “Catch.” He ordered, tossing a mini Hershey’s bar at her. He didn’t do tears, and she looked as if she was desperately blinking them back. She whimpered softly, confirming his suspicions.

“I’m really sorry, hun. It’s a shitty thing. I guarantee you’ll be glad for it later, but for now, it sucks.” He shifted his weight, cocking a hip. He realized he didn’t even know which of Rex Triton’s seven daughters she was; he didn’t know her name. “So, cry... if you need to. Throw something, burn his pictures, whatever. But at some point, you’ll look back and realize it was for the best.” His thumb strayed to idly rub at the bare spot on his left ring finger. It had be that way for years now, but it didn’t stop the subconscious touch for a ring that no longer meant anything.

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She hadn’t realized that she had been so loud and looking at Katz, she realized that he was still around. “He broke up with me for that Vanessa girl.” She informed, sighing and flopping down in a chair and not caring if she was allowed in the lounge or not. “It’s probably because she’s older.”

“And, I guess, she’s pretty.” She looked up toward the ceiling, trying not to cry. “But, over text?  Ugh!” Her brows knitted together, childish.

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He sipped his coffee, listening to her talk about what had happened. A little uncomfortably. When he was about her age, he’d been despicable himself. So he didn’t exactly have much in the way of comforting advice. He sat in a seat across from her.

“It’s probably because he’s an ass.” He finally explained, “We’re way dumber than you girls give us credit for. Way dumber.”

“I would know! Trust me, we don’t get any smarter. And if he was enough of an idiot to do it now... he wasn’t gonna get any better.”

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Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. He was helpful in a strange sort of way, but she couldn’t help but take his direction, running off through the hall, but turning back to hug him quickly. “Thank you!” She told him.

Running off again and sneaking into the teacher’s lounge, she found he was right, finding her father’s keys quickly and returning to his biology classroom and unlocking the door quietly, grabbing her phone and flipping through text after text she had missed while her phone sat lonely and away.

“Are you serious?” She asked, staring at her phone and nearly dropping the keys before putting them in her pocket. “I can’t believe- who the fu-”

She stormed off, back to the teacher’s lounge to put her father’s keys back, her phone at her ear all the while. As soon as her ‘no good’ boy picked up, she began her rant, telling him how rude he was for breaking up with her via text. “I can’t believe you! All for her! Her?!” She let out a frustrated huff and hung up the phone, her arms crossed, her temper flaring. “I can’t believe him. She isn’t even nice.”

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Dave stiffened a little in surprise as she rushed back to fling her arms around him in thanks. He hadn’t expected her to be that happy to get her phone back. She hurried off to find her father’s keys, and Dave thought that was the end of that. He popped his head into a nearby office to ask a question of the occupant, which had been his original intention for passing that way.

A commotion and a raised voice a few moments later drew his attention as he looked up from the coffee he was pouring himself in the teacher’s lounge. The little redhead from before was now stomping through the door, having it out with someone on her newly reclaimed phone, before hanging it up angrily.

“Oh no. What did he do?” Dave chuckled. It probably wasn’t nice to laugh, but the girl had a flair for the dramatic. Made him thank his lucky stars his kid was only 8, and he was spared boyfriend drama for a few years.

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Ariel rolled her eyes, her arms crossing with attitude as if on their own, her instinctual reaction. “Daddy took my phone away again.” She confessed, her arms falling to her sides as if defeated. “Will you help me get it back?”

She put on her cutest pouty face, but the stress of trying to break in so long tested her patience now that she had someone that could actually help her. “Please?”

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Ah, the pout. As a father himself, he knew the power that a pushed out lip had. It was his daughter’s, Avery’s, favorite way to get what she wanted from him.

“Well, that sounds like it’s between the two of you, truth be told.” He began. “But I also just happen to know that he forgot his coat in the teacher’s lounge. And, he probably left his keys in the pocket. The left one. Not that I looked. At all.”