@reignoftilly;
Last night was long. Between getting caught with Nik by someone unknown and falling into the pool with Anissa, Tristan feels he got very carried away. He’s normally more put together at parties but he was terribly indulgent last night, eager to have fun and enjoy the Norrington home, as well as hype up Kenny’s party-throwing abilities. The lethargy hits him hard once he gets to school in the morning. He’s blatantly inattentive in class, unable to fight the way his eyes want to close. He even spends his free period napping in the Nurse’s Office because he just can’t. Things pick up after his nap, however. Then he guzzles a Monster Energy Drink and feels relatively normal for the rest of the day until it’s time for practice.
Practice feels tougher than usual despite his efforts. He knows he’s not going to do well cleaning up his home to Tilly’s liking in this state, so he does what any normal person would do: recruit 4 willing freshman losers that lurk on the team after practice. “Hey, Louie, Huey, Dewey, and Phooey. Come over here. You’re coming with me.” They tremble with enough fear upon being called out but tag along with no protest. Once they get to his house, Tristan puts a bucket filled with cleaning materials in front of them, handing a mop to one boy and a vacuum to another. “I’m gonna take a shower. You all split up, one room each. If it’s not show house clean and smells like the fuckin’ Mandarin Oriental, I’m gonna smack you silly and make your lives hell. Go,” he orders, snapping his fingers to light a fire up their asses before he ascends up the staircase to get clean.
To his delight, the spazzlings pull through. Not that his house is normally in disarray (Tristan likes to keep a neat home), but it smells fresh and you can tell effort has been put into making sure every crevice is clean of dirt. “Good job, turds. Keep at it. I’m gonna juice.” He heads to the kitchen and whips out his phone to text Tilly.
[ Sent at 6:42PM to tilly 👑 ]: You can come over now, the house is clean
Then he remembers: he rushes to the living room where he plans to talk to Tilly and turns on the diffuser, releasing a sigh of relief once it emits its favored scent. “Good,” he says to himself, feeling he cut it pretty close, before returning to the kitchen to make himself a green juice.
