raisa ulrich (fastest) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-03-19 21:03:00 |
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The trek from Jason’s room to Jared’s room was a short one, especially when superspeed was factored into the equation. But Jason had walked to Jared’s room at a normal speed, mentally going over polite, casual ways to express his concern over his friend’s recent behavior without being too weird. But as he racked his brain for chill ways to broach the topic, Jason found himself at a loss. He possessed enough self-awareness to know he wasn’t the most observant guy on campus, especially when it pertained to pesky things like emotions and feelings. It usually took him days to notice if a friend was upset with him, or if someone was feeling especially down about something. But missing Jared’s very public intoxication would’ve required willful ignorance on his part. He wasn’t in the habit of digging past whatever front his friends wanted to put up to the world. But concern over Jared was beginning to gnaw at him; Jason figured something must be seriously wrong if Jared, who’d always been very vocally against drinking, was wasted at his own party. He knocked twice on the door, nervously raking a hand through his hair as he waited for Jared to respond. Maybe he should’ve texted first. Maybe he should just head back to his room and let things work themselves out on their own. Maybe nothing was the matter and Jared had just decided not drinking was very fucking lame. But that last option didn’t seem too likely. Jared had been sneaking around the dorm room, glancing every now and then to Kim's room as he looked through the cabinets spread throughout the place. What Jared was looking for was his very well hidden bottles of alcohol, beer cans and whatever else he had accumulated. His mind was buzzing still from the conversation he and Oriana had had and Jared kept telling himself that he only had to try and it would work out. Which was why, after locating the booze, Jared carried it to the sink and began to empty them out. Which took more effort to make himself do than he had believed possible; it was a waste after all and he could have a last drink. No one would ever need to know… Shaking his head, Jared crushed the last can and dropped it into the trash bag at his feet. It was just as he was dumping soap down the drain, letting the hot water run down and wash away the smell of liquor, that a knock came. Staring at the bag, Jared rinsed his hands off, switched the water off and grabbed the bag. "Hang on!" Jared made quick work of bringing the bag to his bathroom, where he hid it. Hurrying back, Jared frowned somewhat. Ori wasn't checking up on him so soon, was she? Instead of seeing a dark haired midget, Jared found himself looking at Jason. "Hey, man." He said, opening the door wider. “Uh, hey.” And just like that, Jason’s mind blanked out, all half-formed plans forgotten now that he was face-to-face with Jared. He stood frozen in place for a moment, tempted to blurt out something stupid (“Are you, like, okay, dude?”), before he managed to flash Jared his usual smirk and step into his room. Jason was not a good actor, though, and there was something about his attempt to be his typical laid-back self that rang false. Nervously raking a hand through his hair, he glanced around for any sign of Jared’s roommate. This was not a conversation he wanted to have with Kim hanging around. “Whoa, you must have like, speed cleaning skills, man. You can hardly tell there was a sweet ass party here last night.” |