Room 307, Saturday Night

[justbeingbay]

Trying to do the portrait assignment at Tank's frat house had turned out to be exactly as bad an idea as Bay had thought it would be to start with. There turned out to be a party going on, and Tank shoved a cup of punch into her hands and told her to chill while he took care of ... whatever people trying to pledge a frat took care of

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[arsenicmauls]

While Bay's roommate was off enjoying a bordering-on-alarmingly long shower, Gert stopped by and knocked on the door.

"Bay, you up?" she called. "Old Lace is all antsy and I needed some space. I come bearing midnight snacks."

[[SP okay?]]

[justbeingbay]

"I'm up," Bay said, after a momentary delay while she remembered how talking worked. "C'mon in, Gert."

Thoughtfully, she added,"Maybe I'll take a pass on the snacks."

[OOC: SP is awesome :-).]

[arsenicmauls]

Yeah, no one would benefit from Bay throwing up in this room. Gert prodded the door open and came in, frowning almost immediately. "Okay, A., your roommate is disgusting," she noted, peeling a candy wrapper off of her foot with disgust. "And B., are you sick? Or sleeping? I can go if you want."

[justbeingbay]

"I think he might be camping in the shower or something," Bay offered, on the Topher topic. "Using alllllll the hot water."

She smiled blearily, inching into a sitting position. "No, stay. I'm just a little tiny bit drunk. Stupid frat parties."