Evelyn had a her back to the door, her hands working furiously with the seemingly hundreds of glasses she was polishing. It was around one in the morning - maybe two - she’d lost track. What was even more frustrating about this 12 hour shift was that she still didn’t know where anything was. “Why couldn’t I have just stayed at the Cauldron?” She mumbled to herself, something she’d been doing more and more recently.
Evie heard the bell to the door jingle: didn’t she lock up?
“I’m sorry, I’m just closing now.” She said as she turned around. Who the bloody hell wanted to drink this late on a Tuesday?
Every demon she smitted, 3 more appeared, and while she her shoulder where ragged and bloody, she continue prowling through the Asylum, protecting and healing every human in her path. Every minute the venom made her whole body ache in sheer pain, but she held it back.
drunk!Kurt: You two fight all the time...I know, cause she's always pissed off when she's texting you.
Marley: *Manages to find someone with a vodka flask and retreats back to the punch bowl. Watching Kurt and Miles closely as she sips her strengthened drink*
Miles: We don't fight all the time. We just have been fighting recently because... of things. We're very happy. -he glances around spotting Marley- MARLEY. See. there she is. Right there. Girlfriend. That I care for.
Sugar: *walks up to Marley.* Hola chica, you look totally down.
Marley: *Glances at Sugar* Sugar, right? *shrugs her shoulders* To be honest, I don't really want to be here.
drunk!Kurt: Miles...why are you sweating? *raises an eyebrow*
Sugar: *nods, smiling at the her.* Yes, and you're Marley. Is there a reason or is it just the party that is super sucky?
Miles: No! I'm not.. sweating. I... need another drink. I'll be right now. ....don't move. -he moves towards the punch bowl, glancing at Marley and her new found friend before getting a glance and downing it. he moves towards Marley - knowing he's about to be one of those annoying people that she hates, but... the moment calls for it - he cups her face and kisses her - tell me you're drunk enough now?
Marley: *looks at Sugar* I'm pretty sure one of my friends is hitting on my boyfriend *points to Kurt and Miles and watches as he walks up to them. She stares at him after he kisses her before shrugging.* You aren't having fun?
Miles: ...I'd have more fun with you. -he glances at Sugar- Hi.
drunk!Kurt: *pouting in his chair across the room*
Sugar: *looks between the couple.* Well, this has been really nice but I'm totally the third wheel now, so holla! *smiles and walks over to Kurt.*
Marley: *glances at Kurt before waving at Sugar* You weren't having fun with Kurt?
Miles: -his voice lowers- he was flirting with me.
drunk!Kurt: *still pouting at Miles*
Marley: *glances at Kurt once more* Is that so? *makes her way over to Kurt* Kurt, as much as I respect your newfound confidence, please do not hit on /my/ boyfriend, okay? Please and thank you. *grabs Miles hand and drags him away from the evil punch bowl*
Sugar: I'm sure you already know who I am but you look wasted. Hi, I'm Sugar Motta. *smiles at Kurt*
drunk!Kurt: Sugar....who?
Miles: -his eyes widens as Marley takes all sorts of control. Suddenly the angry thing was kind of.... interesting-
drunk!Kurt: *stares at Marley with a dumbfounded expression*
It didn't take too long for Blaine to situate himself into a comfortable pair of dark jeans and a black polo before he was out of his room and on headed down the hallway towards Kurt's. He knew how busy he had been throughout the past couple weeks, especially with school work and lacrosse, not to mention the one week of break he had. But now he was trying to get back on track and keep his head on straight, staying focused on classes while working hard at practice. When he reached the familiar room with two cups of coffee stacked in his hand that he had retrieved from the Lima Bean he knocked on the door gently and waited patiently for a familiar face.
ANYA PUT ON HER BLACK CLOAK ON AND RAN DOWN THE HALLWAY LIKE A PSYCHOPATH TO KELLY'S ROOM. IT WAS TIME FOR THEIR COOKIE BAKING RITUAL FOR BEING ON THE DARK SIDE. "KELLY, WE'LL BE LATE", SHE SAID BANGING ON THE BLONDE GIRL'S DOOR, "I WANT ME SOME FRIGGIN COOKIES, CHIKA". PEOPLES PASSED LOOKING AT HER AS IF SHE HAD ISSUES BUT THAT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE JEALOUS OF HER CLOAK. IT LOOKED BANGIN.
