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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 14:27:13 GMT -5
Damocles was sat on his bed, staring at those words Rosie had wrote a few hours earlier.
Had he been straight, he wouldn't have felt so bad. But he wasn't. And he felt so very bad.
Had he embarrassed her? Annoyed her? Played along to some weird joke? Insulted her? Why did this have to happen to him?
Why had she picked him?
So many questions. So little time. He flopped back onto his pillow. No one was here, thankfully.
Phil was...Somewhere, and everyone else was....Somewhere.
Oh no. Now he was thinking again. How could he take his mind off things?
Think Damocles. Think.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 14:34:58 GMT -5
Sneaking into the boys dormitories was more than easy.
The "door guard" was fast asleep in his chair, after Roselynn had put him to sleep with magic.
Her fingers wrapped around a bottle of firewhiskey, she adjusted her white tank top and red short shorts. This meeting with Damocles wouldn't be easy for her or him. Her plan was to get him soo drunk, he had sex with her. Then he would be straight. That would work, right?
Roselynn's fist tapped slightly on the door five times. "Dammy, it's Rose." She said. "Can I come in? We've gotta talk." She said.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 14:39:56 GMT -5
Damocles sat bolt upright. Shitshitshit.Well. He had to face her eventually.
Damocles walked slowly to the door. Then, he opened it, to face Rosie.
"Umm. Hello. I think." Well that was brilliant. She's still your friend, Damocles.Get a grip.
Shut up, me. No. Great. Now he was speaking to himself.
"Er, come in?" He said, extending a hand to the empty dorm.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 14:45:36 GMT -5
Roselynn smiled weakly at him and went into the dormitory. She knew which bed was his, and sat on it. "Ooh, soft sheets Damdam." She said giggling.
Stop being an insufferable fool. Just get him drunk and fuck him. End of story No! He's still my best friend. If he loves me, then it'll happen... No, you will go with the plan you had in mind. Don't you dare try to stray from the plan. Show him the Firewhiskey now....
Roselynn held out the large bottle of the red liquid at Damocles. "Got us something to drink. I think we could use it after what happened. Right?" She said smiling at him.
Good... Now tell him to sit next to you. Her mind told her.
Roselynn patted the empty space in front of her. "Come sit, Damocles m'boy. We've got some discussing to do." And with that, she opened the Firewhiskey and took a long drink.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 14:51:05 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah. I have no clue what the House Elves do to them to get them so soft, though," he replied.
No. No firewhiskey. He had been known to do odd things when drunk. But no more offending her.
"Maybe later?" He said. He took her up on the second offer, and plopped down next to her.
"I agree, we do have to talk." Real nice.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 14:56:06 GMT -5
Rosie shrugged and took another long drink from the bottle. "Your a lightweight, Dammy." She said smirking.
"But anyways, about earlier... I want to apologize. I...I shouldn't have done that to you Damocles." Rosie said, her tears welling in her eyes.
"Forgive me?" She asked.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 14:59:17 GMT -5
Oh no. Oh nonono. No tears."Of course I forgive you, Rosie. I was never mad. Just a bit taken aback," he said.Then he gave her a hug (even it did look a bit awkward).
He then gave a weak smile. "Am not?" He joked, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig.
This was definitely not a smart idea. Definitely.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 15:05:50 GMT -5
Rosie smiled when he hugged her. Her fake tears had worked.
When he took the bottle and drank from it, she snatched it back. "Hey, who said you could have my Firewhiskey, little boy?" She asked smirking.
She took another large drink, downing almost half of the bottle.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 15:11:26 GMT -5
"Little boy? I'm taller than you, if I must remind you, Rosie," Damocles teased, snatching back the bottle.
"Don't have too much. I don't want you falling down stairs or anything," he warned. He then finished the bottle.
"There. Now you won't fall down any stairs," he said with a grin.
So maybe that was all behind them. Maybe they could go back to the way they had been?
He could hope.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 15:52:16 GMT -5
Rosie rolled her eyes and took a flask from her shirt. "Bras are good for putting things, Dammy." She said winking at him and drinking some of the liquid inside. "Want some love? It's only Firewhiskey spiked with more alcohol." She said smirking.
Rosie tossed the closed flask at him and nodded.
" I won't fall down stairs. I'm not even tipsy yet, dork. It takes at least two bottles to do that." She said giggling.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 16:08:37 GMT -5
"Rosie. It's like you can prepared," Damocles laughed.
Damocles caught the flask and drank somemore.
"Maybe it's me who falls down stairs. Lightweight, remember?"
Damocles had a horrible feeling something wasn't quite right here. But, seeing as he was a lightweight, his mind was already skipping onto the next subject. He then realised he'd just drained the flask.
"Rosie. What are you up to?"
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 16:16:45 GMT -5
Rosie shrugged. "Not much Damdam... Not much at all." She said sighing.
Kiss him... KISS HIM NOW! Her mind screamed.
Leaning over to him, Rosie pressed her lips to his, and started kissing him.
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 16:22:01 GMT -5
Damocles was vaguely aware that he'd had more alcohol tonight then he'd had in months.
Either that meant he was sensible or he had a sad social life.
He was also aware that Rosie was kissing him.
Wait. Rosie. Girl. What?
But....Why wasn't he pushing her off? Why was he kissing her back?
Why was he so confused?
My god, what is up with me lately?
This was....Seriously weird. Somewhere, inside his brain, he was hoping he'd magically sober up fast enough to realise that this was alcohol. And he should never drink it. Because these things happened.
But then...Rosie. Girl. Womanly parts. Oddoddodd.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 25, 2009 16:32:22 GMT -5
Rosie continued kissing him, and shortly found herself sitting on his lap.
My God..Is....Is this what it's like!? She thought to herself.
She wrapped her arms around Damocles' neck, and continued the kiss. Why wasn't he pushing her off? He was gay after all......Right?
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Post by Dea on Sept 25, 2009 16:35:32 GMT -5
Do something, Damocles! Do. Something.So why wasn't he? Perhaps he was curious, perhaps it was alcohol, mixed with primal urges. Perhaps he felt guilty, for whatever had happened earlier.
We may never know, but he found himself finally moving his arms. He moved one arm, and awkwardly placed it on her waist.
Give him credit. He'd never done this before. He was mostly just waiting for her to do something.
You'll stop it soon. Like...Now. Or....Now. GOD DAMN IT DAMOCLES.
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