Moon slept til Sterrenday

It had been past midnight when Bel finally fell into a fitful slumber. She wasn't sure if it was the bed, the fact that Manta Carlos wasn't home yet for her or what, but sleep was often elusive to the young goddess, so any chance she got to sleep was a welcomed one. Turning over sleepily and as she grabbed her pillow, Bel heard a loud ruckus coming down the hall, a noise that became increasingly louder as it neared and began to grate on her nerves as it had broken that fragile moment between slumber and being awake.

"What the hell...?" she muttered as she sat up in bed, listening carefully now trying to make out what it was. After a few seconds, Bel realised it was somebody, probably three sheets to the wind drunk, and if they kept it up they would wake the whole dorm.

Pulling on a short robe over her blue flannel shorts and the baby blue short tight tank top she wore to bed, Bel strode angrily out of her bedroom and flung open the door to the hall. "Would you keep it down?" she hissed furiously, immediately spotting the culprit as he strode loudly down the hall.

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Bel narrowed her gaze and stared unimpressed, placing her hands on her hips, at the handsome, but very inebriated young man as he drunkenly swayed and tried to lean casually against the wall, "What am I hissing at'" she said in a loud angry whisper - not wanting to cause a scene or wake anyone up by talking too loudly.

"I am hissing at you," she continued, eyeing Sam up and down critically now, "You are going to wake the dorm with your... caterwauling," she bit out softly ignoring the gorgeous comment. He obviously was extremely drunk if he thought Bel was looking gorgeous at 2 am with no makeup and in an old bathrobe and pajamas.

"Your soul is full of something alright, but it aint life..." Bel muttered skeptically, eyeing him warily as he grinned at her like a drunken fool. 'Unless life is.." here she sniffed the air, it smelled very vaguely of maybe, apples, and... "Irish whiskey?" she asked loudly, looking at him incredulously. "You've been drinking whiskey?" she shot at him, unimpressed at this.

"Bloody 'ell..." she swore suddenly, her cultured English accent broken by a soft Welsh lilt, when Sam suddenly stumbled forward towards her. Reacting as one would when another was about to fall, Bel automatically reached out to grab ahold of him.

"Stop acting like an idiot," Bel hissed again as she pushed him upright, thinking there was no way in Hell she was taking him back to her room, "If you want, I'll help you find your dorm," she told him coolly, hoping to get this over as soon as she possibly could.

"It's Bel," she ground out when he asked her name as she tried to push him off her again. Figuring he'd be too drunk to remember it anyways come morning.

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Bel breathed as she deliberately jabbed him in the ribs when he made the cunnilingus joke. "Stop being a - a mochyn... " she muttered angrily slipping into Welsh, assuming he didn't know she was calling him a pig.

"Three, four what?" Bel asked him impatiently... "Third floor, room four?" she demanded, "Fourth room, third dorm?" she said narrowing her eyes, having the feeling she was going to seriously regret helping him.

Bel threw him a nasty glance when he asked if she'd toll for him, not sure if there was a sexual innuendo in there or not, and really not wanting to find out either.

'If you throw up on me, you are on your own, pretty boy..." Bel warned him coolly as she half carried him down the hall. Feeling somewhat spiteful and not at all sorry about jabbing him in the ribs.

"Shhh, be quiet will you..." Bel whispered, worried he'd wake people up with his song, a song which she actually knew surprisingly, and which, as she looked over at him, only added to her own internal irritation. It was a much-loved song sung around this time of year, a song sung by druids and acolytes during festivities, one she actually liked, but would never admit to liking for obvious reasons - it was about Samhain, and she wasn't too forgiving of that particular god at the moment.

"The druids are not going to appreciate you butchering that song," she muttered under her breath, not really aware that she had probably spoken louder than she meant to.