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Who: Teddy and Brian
Where: Teddy's room
When: Last night
What: Drink and get really inappropriately sexual. Brian is the better person and doesn't take advantage.
Warning: NSFW. Heavy genderfuck groping and kissing.

( Don't you...want to? )

"I think I may actually snap and beat Hank and Clint to death with my bust of Catwoman. And I must be on my way to drunk if I just admitted to having a bust of Catwoman."

Teddy and Brian were in his room, Clint and Hank only God knew where. Teddy had slipped into his girl form somewhere between the third and forth shot, flushing and giggling and in high spirits. Her metabolism would burn through the alcohol fairly quickly, but it was sure nice before it all evaporated from her system.

"Quick, ask me embarrassingly intimate questions while I'm still uninhibited."

It had been a rainy, miserable day that had turned into an even rainier, more miserable night. Maybe Brian could have used the dreary weather as an excuse to stay in his room and get some studying done, but it only made him antsy, itchy under the skin and desperate to move around.

After trying to get rid of pent-up energy by pacing restlessly and tidying his already absurdly neat half of the room, he resigned himself to the need for human company. A quick trip to the kitchen to boil some water, and then he was at Teddy's door, tapping at it with the toe of his shoe, his hands occupied with two steaming mugs.

There was a sign neatly taped to Brian's door. It said, simply:

<--
Tea, biscuits, heat pads and sympathy this way.

Beneath which was a comic-style sketch of a muddy Brian stumbling toward a pile of provisions. It was clear enough who had left the message, though Teddy hadn't signed his name.

Teddy realized he was in way over his head when he spent nearly half an hour trying to decide what to wear to go visit another student in his dorm room. He stood staring down at a pile of clothing, restless and annoyed with himself, trying to second-guess what would look cool, look natural, look right.

Like there was some kind of actual answer he could stumble across if he just tried hard enough.

"Fuck it," he sighed, grabbing a blue hoodie and tugging it on. He piled everything else on his bed, not wanting to leave a mess for Hank, and grabbed his sketch book, tin of prismacolors, and a hipsack. He kept his head down as he made his way through the dorms, cycling through potential conversations, planning what he could say, and ultimately discarding everything he thought of as he neared the cadet's wing. He'd already come out to the guy--

--he couldn't believe he'd done that; he'd never even said the words before, not even to himself--

--so trying to organize himself into some kind of representation of what he thought Brian might want in a friend seemed disingenuous. He'd tried that with Greg, and look how well that had gone. He'd done it a little with JP, too, and JP left. So. He was going to try to be himself and see how far he went with that. He didn't know why he wanted to be Brian's friend so badly, but he did. Maybe it was because he sensed that Brian needed him.

God, what a stupid thought.

Trying not to flush, Teddy made himself stop thinking and rapped on Brian's door.

The far end of the lake was distant enough from the dorms that they could be as loud as they wanted, within reason. It was hidden enough by trees that carefully placed lanterns wouldn't give them away, though the vast majority of the light came from the moon.

Clint had taken the time to hang up ropes to swing into the deeper waters. There were a few pool toys borrowed from the shed and plenty of towels. Music played, switching genres almost schizophrenically as each song ended, and some food and drinks sat in hastily gathered coolers. There was even alcohol held in a cooler that proclaimed, probably not for you.

A throng of later high school and college students were there, roughly a quarter skinnydipping thanks to one of the high schooler's abilility to keep the water warm and comfortable. Everyone seemed to be having one hell of a time.