#tzefanyette

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Promethea high: Re: My brain hurts...

Laurent’s face fell into the pillow, ignoring everything around him.  The bed across the room shook when the sleeping teen in it woke up.  ”Laurent, is that you?” he mumbled, getting up and scratching his head, his ear facing the adjacent bed.  Laurent mumbled into the pillow, raising his head to his sister going “I dun wanna sknjhds…yeah…”  Isaiah stayed upright listening to Laurent, confusion raked upon his face.  Then he heard a woman’s voice.  ”Who’d you bring back with you?  Better not fuck in the room Laurent.  Wait for me to leave.” Isaiah said, turning so his legs were hanging off the bed.  

He hadn’t a clue who the other person was in the room but he wasn’t about to try and sleep through drunken horny teenage love making.  He slipped on some slippers, grabbing a pillow and blanket.  He fully intended on leaving the two alone. “No seeeeeeeeeex….” whined Laurent as he turned over, reaching for the waste basket.  He laid there, nothing happening but knowing it would come soon.  Soon came quicker than he thought, interrupting his sentence “She my fucki-“ 

Isaiah winced, disgusted by the sound of Laurent loosing more chunks.  ”Jesus mate, you’re fuckin piss drunk.”

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When his feet were free of shoes Tzeffy searched for the waist basket, which Laurent found before she could. She sat up abruptly when his roommate made himself known, ready to kick him out, or whatever need be before Laurent started heaving again. Her face contorted and she gently patted his back with a sigh. The smell was awful, but she kept reminding herself how much she loved her brother more than the smell of fresh air…

“I’m his sister,” Tzeffy finished for Laurent, looking pointedly at the other boy who was intent on leaving. She hadn’t fully noticed why Isaiah wasn’t staring directly at either of them, but she chalked that up to it being dark. “And I’m going to stay to here to make sure Laurent is still alive in the morning. Sans tattoos, piercings, shaved hair, or crude dick drawings on his face.”

She moved to grab one of the towels they had hanging on the wall for the showers, pushing her brother back against the pillows so she could wipe the vomit from his face. “Or that he drowns in his own bile.”

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Re: My brain hurts...

“But it didn’t taste like rum…” he stammered, sitting up.  The room at this time began whirling around, like a badly built carnival ride.  His lips pursed trying to keep himself from loosing more bodily contents.  ”And what’s wrong with her…herd…here?” he added, very angry at everything at the moment.  This couch was lovely, why wouldn’t Tzefanyette want to stay with it?  The patting on his face and pushing only increased his anger. “Don’t touch me…” he whined before turning his head around quickly, which proved to be a bad choice.  His head fell to his chest, the rest of his body soon following before he ...

With a huff Tzeffy pushed herself up to follow after Laurent's doddling through the halls. She didn't rush, because there was no point. He'd hit a wall sooner or later or run out of steam. Luckily, he stopped at the door to his room.

Fidgeting around in his pockets she found the key and opened up the door. Hopefully his roommate wouldn't care. And if he did? Tough. She was going to see this through until he was 120% sober. "You can sleep when you're inside." She maneuvered him around and through the frame of the door into the room, directing him towards his bed.

Tzeffy kicked off her shoes to the nearest corner, tossing her jacket over them before returning to Laurent and guiding him fully over to the bed. She nudged him onto it and back against the pillows. There. Now he was safe, and she didn't have to worry about trying to carry/drag him back here. Or finding him naked, with all of his body hair shaved and tattoos strung about his face. Poor thing.

"Do you still feel nauseous?" She asked, moving to tug off his shoes. Even if he didn't she was going to get the waist basket to put by the bed next. These things came in waves.

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HOT3 Escapades

It's about the crack of 10 pm at night. All should be tucked away in bed, it's passed curfew, but no one is really asleep.

Especially not Olivia, Rubey, and Tzeffy. They're out for some thrill-seeking, aka Flashing every window in the boy's dormitory.

First up? Rome One. Quinn and Rodd.

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My brain hurts

Laurent laid down, his sister having graciously decided it was time for them to leave the party. Perhaps it was the fact that Laurent was beginning to strip down after announcing he wanted to try pole dancing. Laurent couldn’t rightly remember whether the pole was actually a pole or a person nor...

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It was almost pathetic watching her poor brother like this. But despite outside appearances, Tzeffy never thought Laurent was pathetic. He was just..a puppy. A giant, naive, puppy. She endured the drunken language, quite used to it with Olivia being her roommate and best friend, and having had many of the same nights herself--waiting patiently for him to cease regurgitation before even attempting to respond.

When it seemed he had come over it, at least this bout, she reached over to smooth the hair from his forehead with a sigh. "Brain? Someone with a brain wouldn't have been swallowing Rum and Coke like it was water."

She didn't even remember how many jello shots he'd had. The sad thing was, he probably thought it had been just regular Jell-O...

There was no need to mention his request not to tell their parents. She may have been many things, but she wasn't a snitch. Neither of them were. He was there when she needed him, and visa versa. And now she wasn't about to let any wandering soul have a go at him while he was about as coherent as a crack whore.

Glancing about the still-quiet common room, she decided it was best to get him to bed before he fell asleep. She could not carry him. Leaving themselves to the mercy of the open room was a very bad idea. "Get up," She ordered softly, patting the side of his face and pushing his shoulders forward. "We can't stay here."