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@xsorakim
“We’re getting drunk,” Jack informed Sora, and slid a bottle of tequila across the table in her direction. Which was a little bit of an entrance to make, even for the common room, but he wasn’t exactly known for being understated and quiet. Although a 4PM request to get piss drunk was relatively wild even for him. “I need to be pissed,” he emphasised the word, “asap. You in?”
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“Hey.” Alex hadn’t seen Sora since they’d flown back from the school trip, weirdly. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed her even a little - something about not having anyone insult him every two seconds seemed to feel a little wrong. He slid into the seat opposite hers, setting his bag down and sliding a card over to her. “I know, it’s super late, I meant to bring it on the trip....” His voice trailed off and he shrugged. The handmade birthday card, painted in pastel colours with happy birthday dumbass in calligraphy on the front, wasn’t exactly a work of art. “It’s also shit, but it’s the thought, right?”
@xsorakim
“You’re really gonna whine about the music the whole time?” Jack raised an eyebrow at Sora, downing the remainder of his drink and setting the cup down. Some student - frankly Jack didn’t care to remember his name - had had the bright idea of throwing an end of summer party, and to be honest, the playlist left a lot to be desired. Still, he fully intended to have a good time, and was on the right side of drunk to be having one - even if Sora was unhappy with it. Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her up, with a grin. “Ain’t that hard to dance to it. We can totally make it work.” Hand still holding her wrist, he put his other arm around her to aid in the attempt at drunk dancing, laughing as he did so, attempting to move her at least slightly in time with the rhythm of the song. “See?”
@xsorakim
“Looks like my short legs got me here just about on time,” Jack mused as he approached Sora, sitting down next to her and observing the drunk people jumping into the pool. “Brought an offering for the party goddess,” he joked, setting the bottle of tequila down next to her. “Why you sat down?” He asked, gesturing to her position. “It’s your party. Shouldn’t you be dancing or something? Don’t tell me you’re too drunk to stand already,” he continued, making a face. “If I’ve come here just to fucking babysit, I’ll drink that whole bottle myself.”
@xsorakim
It had been about twenty minutes of keeping an eye on Abby and Alex was already far too close to snapping. His level of patience with spoiled brats was pretty much zero, and mostly reserved for Sora anyway. But fuck it, he was going to finish this event without incident even if it meant sucking up to a brat, because he did not want to sit finals and he was not going to let some dumbass kid make him. “Alright,” Alex said, in a big display of fake positivity. “We should probably start the Winner/.Loser activity. Abby, do you wanna share a bad thing which happened to you.”
“This is dumb as fuck,” Abby rolled her eyes. “Like. Why would I want to hear about other people’s problems? Silver linings? What a load of bullshit.”
“Great,” Alex muttered. “Just great. Sora, you wanna start instead?”
