WHO Mao & Rolan WHAT After some dancing and misunderstandings... an incident occurs. WHEN Afternoon, in between classes. WHERE Wyrd, in the hallways. RATING PG-13, likely for bad language. STATUS Incomplete, closed unless attending Wyrd. (Please IM before potentially joining in.)
Rolan had been right. He had not lived his drunken fiasco of the week before down. He'd been at the party, been having loads of fun, and had drunk way too much alcohol. Liquid courage it was called, in the light of day he called it foolishness. Foolish because, dear god, what must Mao think of him now? He'd tried to dance.. it had to of been horrible. And then he;d taken Mao somewhere and made out. And dear God, more would have happened if his friends hadn't blew up his phone texting him to see where he'd gone off to.
So, in the light of day, with a massive hangover, he'd been made to repent in the form of his friends ragging on him pretty bad. Yeah, of course they all remembered him sliding off to go grind up against Wyrd's resident cute little Asian boy. And of course they were making guesses as to what had transpired when he'd disappeared, not that Rolan said anything one way or another.
Thankfully, though, things were dying down. Rolan, had seen Mao a few times in the halls since, but the boy had resolutely stayed away, leaving Rolan to think he regretted what had happened. Well, there was nothing to do about it. So he would just have to move on.
Currently he and the guys were loitering in the hallway, and the guys were goofing off. Then a girl one of them liked went walking by, smiling and giggling and looking over at them all coy like. And, of course, that sent off a tizzy among them. They all laughed as he started to show off, using his telekinesis to make things spin around his head, taking pens, pencils and papers from those immediately around him to do so, ticking off some people. So, with a grin, Rolan stepped in close and projected his negation field. this had the desired effect of canceling his power, and sending all the errant items to the floor. But, of course, that wasn't the only thing. Among the chuckles he heard an exclamation and slamming noise... followed by an uproarious laughter sounding from the guys with him, all looking behind him.
Turning around his eyes widened slightly at see Mao, who had seemingly felt the need to become intimate with a locker.