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Around the Dorms, Saturday Morning

When you were the lead singer of a soon-to-be epically famous band, you kind of got used to waking up and not immediately recognizing where you were. Usually though, it didn't take Nikolai this long to get his bearings. He didn't even remember coming into this place last night, let alone staying, and he didn't have the hangover that usually went with getting seriously wasted. While he was here though, he figured he might as well take a look around. Maybe he'd get lucky and end up in someone else's room for a while.

[Billy is Nikolai Wolf from Jennifer's Body. Yes, I enjoy being mean. Open!]

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So here was the thing. Last week, Ben and Topher had had a talk. And the talk had ended up with Topher making a decision to talk to Billy.

Now, today, during his lunch break, he was on his way back to his room to get something when he spotted Billy. This was sooner than he'd intended, but...

"Um," he said, offering a little half-wave. "Hey."

Nikolai turned around and glanced at the blonde guy, wondering if that was a greeting, or confusion over him being somewhere he shouldn't have been. "Uh, hey," he said casually in return.

"Um," Topher said, wringing his hands a little. "Do you have a sec?"

See, this was the problem with drunken stupors. Clearly, Nikolai had talked to this guy last night, and now he couldn't even remember his name. He couldn't say that though, obviously, so he smiled instead and hoped he'd remember things soon enough. "Yeah, sure, I've got plenty of time. What's up?"

"Um." That smile was a little unnerving, but Topher was really trying not to psych himself out here, so he kept going anyway. "I, uh. Talked to Ben? And he said I should, um. Talk to you. So. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to. Like. Go on a... thing. Sometime. Like, to a place. For food. Or bowling! Ben said bowling. Right. Or, um. Yeah. If you want?"

So much wringing of his hands. So much.

...Oh man, what the fuck had he done last night? "Are you...asking me out on a date?" No, really, how drunk had he gotten?

Topher bit his lip. "Yes?" Please say yes please say yes please say yes...

Nikolai couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up, but he didn't try to hide it either. "Seriously? I mean--that's flattering, really, but I'm...not into you like that. At all." That was kind of vaguely gentle, right? Minus the laughing which just kept coming.

"Oh."

Topher... felt like he'd just been punched in the stomach. And he was going to kill Ben for telling him Billy liked him like that, because clearly he didn't and now they probably couldn't be friends anymore and that was it and oh god he wanted to crawl under his blankets and hide for, like, ever.

He ducked his head, staring down at his feet. "Sorry, I... I mean, Ben... I mean. Sorry."

"Hey, it's no big deal," Nikolai said with a shrug, trying to be cool about the whole thing. If the guy started crying, he was totally going to bail. "No hard feelings, right?"

"Sorry," Topher mumbled again. "Um." He waved vaguely in the direction of his room. "I'm just gonna."

"Yeah, I've gotta...find some people," Nikolai said vaguely, waving his hand and fleeing before things got even more uncomfortable. If he was a better person, he might have actually felt kind of bad for the poor guy.

Yeah, so, Angie had been woken up too early this morning by a crazy lady, so it seemed like a day to just stay put. In a room with books upon books, and she'd found a bunch of snacks and sweets to eat, that seemed like an easy enough task. One thing was missing to make it perfect, though. Something to smoke. And that had Angie peering out the door with the hope that someone within shouting distance could be persuaded into helping.

And, hey, bingo. Older looking dude with what appeared to be eyeliner.

Angie tugged on the hem of her already low-cut nightie for maximum jailbait cleavage before trying to attract his attention. "Hey. You."

Mmmmm jailbait cleavage. Easy girls made his life so much nicer sometimes. Nikolai perked up as he gave the girl a smile. "Who, me?" he asked. "Hey to you too."

Angie smirked at him, leaning lazily against the door frame. "Yeah, you," she said. "I need a favor."

Actually, 'manipulative' might've been a better word than 'easy'.

"And what kind of favor could I do for you?" Nikolai said, sauntering over with a smirk.

Angie tilted her head to the side, totally playing up the cute angle. She even leaned forward just a bit and lowered her voice in a conspiratorial fashion.

"D'you know where a girl could find some weed, here?"

"Oh, how I wish I could say I do," he said, and not just because he wanted some weed too. "I've got regular smokes if that'll take the edge off for you."

The smirk faded, as Nikolai had just become more or less useless to her. Ugh.

"No, gross, I leave that shit to Julia," she said. "Seriously, you have no idea?"

This place sucked.

Nikolai frowned as her expression changed. Yeah, this place definitely sucked. "I don't know, I'm still learning my way around. You're the first person I've met who'd be interested in such things."

Angie straightened up. The point of a flirty lean had been lost. Not that he wasn't hot and all. "Ugh." She brushed her bangs away from her eyes. "Well, if you find someone who can actually provide can you like, whatever, notify me?"

And that was borderline friendly by Angie's standards. Or just lazy. Because she didn't feel like going looking.

Nikolai smirked again, leaning in more to make up for her pulling away. "I don't suppose there might be a reward for hooking you up?"

"Hook me up and you'll find out," Angie replied and hey, there was that smirk again after all.

If only because of the flicker of a possibility that he could stil turn out useful.

On her way out of the dorms ~~to torture anyone and everyone~~, Nikolai would have gotten the reprise of the song Annie had been singing. Because now it was stuck in her cheerful little head, god help you all.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A daaaaaaaaaaaaay
A waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Don't stop her, she will sing at you more. Just... let her go.

Yeeeeeah, Nikolai was just going to stay out of that girl's way. He was not drunk enough to handle so much perkiness in a single dose.

"That was horrific." But the little red-haired girl was already gone, so Veronica shrugged and kept walking toward the theater.

Veronica had awakened cranky, displaced, and a little freaked out. But mostly cranky. Still, time to Make Nice in order to find the theater.

Oh, this guy would have to know where it was.

"Hi there." Cute eyeliner. "Can you tell me which way to the theater? I'm going to be late for rehearsal."

Nikolai glanced up, all charming smile at the sight of an attractive girl. "I assume it's in town, although I'm not entirely sure where in the town it is. What kind of rehearsal do you have?"

"Dance." Veronica smirked slightly, and teased, "Are you new like me, or do you just not get out much?"

"I'm new," he said easily, since it wasn't exactly a lie, and he looked her up and down slowly. "What kind of dance is it that you do?"

"Ballet." Veronica grinned, then showed off a little. One leg going so far back it nearly hit her shoulder blade, then swinging forward and up. "I'm up for the lead in Swan Lake. If some little wannabe doesn't jump the director for the part." She tilted her head. "So, new boy, what are you into?"

"I'm a musician. The name's Nikolai," he said. "That was a very impressive move. You must spend a lot of time practicing. Or is it natural talent?"

"Both." Veronica smirks. Guys are so predictable. "Veronica. Music, hmm? That's cool." Not as useful as being an agent or a choreographer, but still. Interesting. "Anything I would have heard of?"

"Not yet, but my band's working our way up. We're going to be famous someday, and you can say you met me when we were just starting out," Nikolai said. "And I can say I knew you before your big Swan Lake break."

Veronica preened. "Too right." She gave him a flirty look over one shoulder. "Maybe I'll see you later. Nikolai."

"Maybe you will," Nikolai said with a wink. "Good luck finding the theater. I hope you're not late."

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