Aria Dixon // Euterpe (museicalme) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-02-23 21:23:00 |
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Current mood: | irritated |
Current music: | The Killers - Mr. Brightside |
Entry tags: | euterpe, heimdallr |
i just can't look its killing me, and taking control~
Characters: Aria/Euterpe (museicalme) & Jonathan/Heimdallr (heimdalr)
Date/Time: 02/23, 10:30pm
Location: Jonathan and Ben's dorm room
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mildly inebriated Aria, language
Summary: Aria's a little upset and needs a friend, Jonathan obliges.
It was Thursday, aka Ballroom night. As she'd been preparing to leave practice and head back to her dorm so she could do prep work for the Music History I course she was TA-ing tomorrow, Fergus mentioned he was heading over to an MMA Club meeting. Remembering that she'd told Arron she'd stop by and check things out, maybe even go a few rounds (unlikely, she was still bruised from their last fight) she decided to tag along. After watching a few people sparring, she found herself getting annoyed.
Not because she wanted to be throwing punches and making people eat fists like bag lunches, but because the more she watched the more she noticed the almost playful vibe going on between Arron and his co-chair. Convincing herself that she was being ridiculous -- because she was, she had no claim on Arron Belmont -- she made her excuses and headed back to her dorm. Grading papers and checking over her notes with a glass of prosecco turned into downing half the bottle and blasting The Killers while she intermittently made faces at her computer and cursed her own stupidity.
She was being an idiot; things were going well with Aidan and Arron should have been nothing more than an annoying afterthought. There had to be a good reason why she was letting this affect her so much, especially since she was aware of exactly what Arron wanted with her and she wasn't interested in being a booty call. Not for him, and not for anyone. Well... she'd make an exception for Aidan, but only because she knew he'd never take her up on that kind of offer. Regardless, she needed a friend, and figured she'd see what Ben was up to.
Putting the half-finished bottle of prosecco in a travel mug, she grabbed a box of leftover Valentine's Day chocolates (Reese's Peanut Butter Cup hearts) as well as her notebook, and made her way to his dorm. Hopefully he'd be around so he could help straighten out her head. He was a good friend, pretty much her bestie, and he totally knew it.
Knocking on his door, she called out to whoever was inside: "This is RA Aria Dixon performing a random room search, you've got two minutes to hide anything suspect before I let myself in. Starting...now!"