Friday, April 25, 2008
Who: Fox and Astrid When: Friday night Where: Fox's room What: Brrraaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinssssss! (Translation: Zombie movie!)
Another week had passed. Fox had made it through another week, though he'd just been going through the motions. For some odd reason, he had actually been doing his homework for the past couple weeks, since it was something for him to focus on. Other than all the questions and what-ifs going through his head at least. Sighing, he leaned back on his bed, the TV in his room on to some random channel for just the white noise. Filling the glass in his hand with the clear alcohol from the mason jar, he tucked the jar between his legs and drank, resting the cool glass against his bare chest. Rae had brought up concern that he had been drinking himself to sleep at nights. In his mind, it worked out well. He didn't have any other activities to occupy his night, and he certainly wasn't in the mood to search one out. So drinking alone it was.
He had just picked up the remote to flip through the channels when a knock came on his door. Rolling his eyes, he debated answering it. Did he really want to deal with people? Not really, and so he ignored the original knock, hoping whoever it was had walked away. Apparently not, since another, more insistent pounding on the door sounded. "Alright alright. C'mon in," he called to whoever was on the other side. "Can't a guy drink in peace," he muttered softly before the door opened.