Inuman sessions

Uncomfortable wasn't enough to describe what Allan felt. Maybe it was more like offended? Violated even. Allan wasn't even processing everything as he was dragged out from his door to where ever. Well, 'where ever' is the right term because they had a destination. But this wasn't how Allan planned to go. He had a word or two about this, but it went against his better judgement to pick an argument with a teacher.

He needed to take a few seconds to catch his breath before speaking, "Sir, that wasn't punishment; that was torture," he said flatly before sliding down to the floor and keeling over. He hasn't even been drinking but he felt like vomiting out his lunch. Or having a heart attack. Both. Both could work right now. He just might but that wouldn't be nice would it.

Allan pulled himself together and abruptly sat up to greet their company, but all he could manage was a wry smile. He recalled seeing Azza from the library at one point, but he swore he'd never met the other one. And right as he heard Emman speak again, two others came along. Allan wasn't really expecting a big group but, oh well. It wasn't like he couldn't handle his drink. He didn't really have anything to worry about.

Sky knew where the roof was, but he got bothered by Teddy slipping in and out of the walls while venturing. After a few minutes of navigating and stair climbing, he finally hears some commotion going on. The timid fellow slowly peeked outside, and after making out an empty corner save for the box with chayotes, he swiftly went there and sat.

Unmindful of the other people on the roof, he peered inside the container and looked at the slightly dodgy produce. He was about to pick one up until the door suddenly flung open and with it appeared a professor and a fellow art student that seemed really disheveled.

He turned his attention back to the chayote, and remembering that he forgot to eat lunch, he decided to gobble down fruit after fruit, ignoring its bland watery flavor. Little did he know that the chayote was laced, but alas, he went through almost half of the container's content before he realized his mistake. The alcohol-intolerant boy began wobbling as he stood up to ask people.
"Hooooo shiieeet.~ B-bbakit ppaaarang mmhay alcoholl tong SAYOOUTAAY~ mmputek na yaan~" he mumbled as he kept on walking in circles talking to and hitting lampposts.

@"Trahnael" @"FlyZeusFish" @"Der Lampman" @"hyperhurricane"
(ooc: am changing the cycle since Hypah is on heat on Bart)

Azza just stood there... Motionless from the shock that the only person she knew in that event just left. She saw people getting dragged by a teacher to the top of the tower. She saw this pretty cute guy in glasses, she usually sees him at the library but I haven't actually talked to him. "Uhm... Hi?" Azza awkwardly greeted the person. She went near to get a bottle of Smirnoff, opened it. After that, somewhat aggressively drank it. She spurted out just a quarter of what she drank and quickly regretted her decision.

She felt tipsy, she didn't know that the drink Teddy was referring to was liquor. She had always seen people drink beer and regular vodka but never actually tried one. She only knew the taste of wine. Anyway, she felt curious, and tried to drink some more. She's feeling weird. More and more people arrived at the place, but most importantly she thought, "Heaven needs these stuff."

She just sat at one of the corners and decided to just wait for teddy to return.

Bottle after bottle- Smirnoff, vodka, some random wine as hold as her in the Earth- she drank. Sooner she couldn't bear to stand with her legs, she just lied down, cried. The reason? She's remembering the past, 200 years of pain and loneliness. She hid her eyes and just wept silently, "Tamara... Where are you?"

@"FlyZeusFish" @"Der Lampman" @"hyperhurricane" @"Butterscotch"

It felt like the air suddenly grew heavier around Eros when Emman and the glowing guy left. During those few but long minutes, he was alone in the rooftop with Azza, and it was all he could hope for her not to do anything sudden. "Hey," he greeted back gently. He thought he could try to start a small talk just to keep the awkward silence at minimum, but the girl suddenly grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff and Eros figured: he lost the chance. Instead of the small talk, he approached her carefully, tapped her shoulder, asked, "You okay? You don't look like you're used to this."

Things couldn't get any more awkward. Especially as Azza started crying. Eros stayed away from her corner, looking left and right in a panicked manner, not knowing what to do. "Uh uh uh..." He tried to get closer and patted her on the head rather cautiously, "...Hey it's okay, don't cry oh my god this isn't my fault is iiit....?"

And then people started to come back. Emman was with another student who looked like he just went through what Eros also went through on their way here, only he looked worse; and the glowing guy apparently brought another person who... started eating the chayotes. Eros gave that last guy a weirded out stare before turning to the others, attempting to call for there attention...

"Guys can someone help me here..? This girl here's crying and it's not my fault I think it's the..."

Eros pretty much lost hope by then. He didn't even know that the chayotes were spiked (thank god he wasn't curious enough to try one), and with Emman helplessly laughing at the commotion, Eros figured the instructor wouldn't be much help with the girl crying in the corner. Eros sighed, and yanked the bottles away from Azza, placed them where the other bottles were. Put them away, before it gets worse.

He couldn't force himself to come back there. He could try cheering her up but... they were practically strangers so how the hell could he do it? He walked towards Emman, tapping him on the shoulder. "Sir, what now? We have two down. The girl over there—" he pointed at Azza, "—is crying. And... Well... Why the hell did you make alcoholic sayote?"

@"Der Lampman" @"hyperhurricane" @"Butterscotch"

Sky tumbled over towards the nearest table and plopped himself down on one of the chairs. He began finger doodling on the table while mumbling.

"Alam niyo ba na may dalawang klase ng pot-pot? Isa yung pangpangalan, yung isa, pang kotse. Pot-pot. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"
These strings of unfunny jokes continued until he began laughing uncontrollably to the point where he just fell from his chair and began to roll towards the corner where Azza was sitting.

"T-tough crowd, thesse peoples. Why are you crying here?"
He looked at the weeping woman and poked her once, began munching on a chayote, then sat near her.