Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 14, 2009 22:27:51 GMT
Ah, Valentine’s Day. What a wonderfully pointless day indeed. Tyler remembered last Valentine’s Day pretty well. Jessica and him had gone down to Brighton and walked on the beach. They’d made out with the burnt out pier in the back drop. At the Valentine’s party that followed, Tyler got shit faced and bedded Jessica’s best friend Ava. Tyler laughed to himself and rolled a joint, shaking his head at the memories. Lighting his joint of weed, Tyler inhaled deeply and held the breath for as long as he could. Feeling dizzy, he let it out in a rush, watching the smoke dance around his head. A quiet laugh bubbled up from his chest, swelling into full on laughter.
After a while of laughing to him-self like some sort of head case, he got up, stashed some more weed and zigzags in his pocket and headed out into the corridor. Most of the doors in Team Australia’s were open, and Tyler could hear the low hum of Australian voices floating from open doorways and through thin walls. Thinking quickly to himself, he remembered which dorm was Cassie’s, and trotted towards it, his bare feet padding quietly on the worn wooden flooring. Knocking on the door lightly, he rocked up onto the balls of his feet then back onto the heels, waiting for her to answer. After a few seconds, he got impatient and called out. “Hurry up, Yankee bird before I come in! If you’re un-clothed I’m going to do something inappropriate to you!”
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Feb 14, 2009 23:12:28 GMT
Cassie was perched on the end of her bed, towel-drying her hair. Which was, in it's self, a rarity. Usually, she would have used her hair-dryer, but somehow she'd managed to blow it up the day before. She'd been too doped up at the time to notice that it was sucking in one of her curtains at the back, and before she knew it... boom. The memory made her giggle a little to herself, even as she suffered for her earlier "sins". It was hopeless, really. Cass sort of wondered how people coped before some guardian angel to girls everywhere invented hair-dryers. She struggled to imagine it.
Twenty minutes later, her hair was as sodden as when she'd started out, and Cass threw her towel across the dorm in exasperation. She was never going to make her first date of the day on time like this. It was something a tradition of Cassie's to fill her valentines day with a succession of dates with random people. Her own private swipe at those love-sick idiots who couldn't see how pointless the whole holiday was. After thinking a moment, she came up with a plan. It was simple, really. just borrow a hair-dryer from someone else. At least, it would be simple, if she had a ton of friends. Most girls couldn't stand her. Except for the ones she went out with, but they all went back to hating her once they were dumped, anyway. That was when she heard the familiar voice outside her door.
"Come in, pommy-bear." she called back, smirking. Tyler was, undoubtedly, Cassandra's best friend. And he was so damn vain that it would be stupid of her not to ask him for help with her current hair-trauma. "but only if you have a hair-dryer in your back-pocket." She glanced down momentarily at what she had on- her tiny, but cute, grey shorts, and a baggy, pullover hooded sweater that she'd "borrowed" from Tyler himself a week before Camp started.
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 15, 2009 7:51:19 GMT
He shifted from foot to foot impatiently, glancing up and down the corridor as if expecting some kind of monster to appear and carry him off to its hole and eat him. It seemed like time was stutter-starting, going too slow then speeding up. How strong was the weed he’d just smoked? He hadn’t rolled it with tobacco and he didn’t have time for filters. This made him giggle for a second - he was standing in a hallway all doped up. If a teacher came by he was in deep shit. Oh well. He heard Cassie’s reply, just about, and laughed again. “Hairdryer? The fuck?! he laughed, still shouting through the door. It hadn’t occurred to him to actually go inside yet. “Fuck you Yankee! Why do you want my hair dryer and why would I give it to you?!” he raged, his fake anger totally obvious. He might be a good actor, but I defy anyone to act well when you’re high as a kite. He banged on the door again. “You better be wet and half naked!” he giggled, putting both hands on the door and putting his ear to it as though to hear what she was wearing.
Someone poked their head out of an open doorway and lobbed an empty red bull can at his head. “Shut the hell up, pommy!” shouted the boy who’d just assaulted him with a drinks can. Tyler yelped in pain – a slightly delayed reaction – and shook his fist at the boy. “My moves are white hot, boy!” he yelled, feigning fury once again. The boy stared at him for a moment, before retreating back into his room and shutting the door behind him.
Post by Cassandra Prewett on Feb 18, 2009 19:11:53 GMT
Inside her room, Cassandra was getting impatient. She had to meet this guy in less than an hour, her hair was soaking wet, and she still had to change. "oh, fuck it." she muttered, grabbing her cell phone from the dresser and sending a quick text to cancel the date. Valentines or not, Cass never needed a date to feel gorgeous. The Yankee got to her feet and crossed the dorm room in a few quick steps, her black and white polka-dot socks slipping a little on the thick carpet as she went, and pulled the door open just in time to see her best friend be attacked with a red bull can. Giggling at his mock-anger, she grabbed the Brit by the top of his arm, and pulled him inside the room before shutting the door.
"could you quit terrorising my neighbours?" she laughed, returning to sitting on her bed. "I have to live across the hall from that guy for the rest of camp, boyo. And now he's going to think I'm as nuts as you." it was all in jest, of course. The guy with the red bull was one of Cassie's numerous exes, and she couldn't really care less what he thought. He was an ass anyway. "so, what're we doing today?" Cass asked, her eyes glinting with their usual hint of mischief. A doped-up Tyler was a Tyler with some crazy scheme or another. Much better than a date with some Spanish bassist.