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[hudsonofiron]

After Lad’s Night

closed for @ironcalvin​

Hudson could still taste tequila on his tongue as he staggered back to the frat with Calvin. The rest of the group that they had gone out with had found girls to go off with in rushed attempts to score. Somehow, Calvin had remained like himself, without girl. They weren’t singing drinking songs or hanging off of one another. They weren’t even talking or looking at each other. The night was black like all the stars had called in sick for the day.

Despite all his bravado, Calvin had the face of an angel. And the tequila drinks had melted Hudson’s shyness away like alcohol burned down ice into nothingness. Hudson’s hand went over the lock, and eyes found Calvin’s. “Let’s have another drink... before bed?”, he suggested, eyes a glistening blue in the darkness.

[lincole]

Lincoln was pretty good at minding his own business and had planned to do just that as he grabbed some lunch from the cafeteria. His head was elsewhere, anyways. That morning, Lincoln wrote the first passive aggressive note of his life and he was not looking forward to the repercussions. The mess his roommate had been leaving around their dorm room was out of control and after two weeks of subtle hints, he had to step in and say something. Just as Link was about to leave the cafeteria, he saw his roommate entering with a salty look on his face. His fight or flight instincts kicked in and, of course, opted for flight. Lincoln ran to the nearest table, grabbing an empty seat and hiding behind the person sitting next to him. “Please do not move, I need to be invisible right now,” he said, realizing a little to late that this might not have been the best option, “I promise I’ll owe you one. Whatever you want. This shouldn’t take long.