𝐹𝒜𝐿𝐿𝐸𝒩 𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿

Gregory eventually managed to sit himself up, mostly because she was prodding him to do so. But he slumped forward a bit, head swimming, and a bit too drunk to make it back on his feet by himself. “I dunno, my head kinda hurts,” he mumbled, rubbing both hands harshly against his scalp and through his mussed curls. It only caused the hair to stick out in awkward angles. 

They were two peas in a pod then, weren’t they? Though Thomas made no comment of the matter. “Now where would the fun in that be?” he questioned her, heading up the stairs in a fast gait that winded him by the time he reached the second landing. “I’m not one for warnings,” he told her, quite serious about that. Thomas dropped the pan onto the ground and poised it at the top of the stairs, looking over at her. “Ladies first?” he offered with a magnanimous sweep of the arm, giving her the opportunity to shred down the steps first. 

“Oh that’s just sick,” Thomas scrunched a face in her direction before it turned into a grin, “you should definitely do it. Imagine, you might be the cause of multiple health-related problems ten years down the line and all doctor’s will be able to say is ‘have you been snorting ashes?’“ Once in the kitchen, he released her while he began to rummage through the cabinets. “Good, least it’ll get put to some use now.” Eventually, he did find a rather large and sturdy pan, one most likely designed to bake cookies on, smacking the bottom of it loudly. “Perfect. Follow me.” And out of the kitchen he went, almost without a pause. 

He stared up at her from the floor, her vision upside down. “Aw, you aren’t going to play too? Why not?” his bottom lip protruded, attempting to pout and not realizing that it only made his mouth into a smile from her vantage point.

“Okay, just give me a moment -” the jock rolled onto his back and laid flat in the middle of the living room, arms and legs now splayed out like a starfish as he breathed heavily. “Gotta just catch my breath and then let’s jump s’more.” 

“Oh I thrive on being a walking contradiction,” the boy returned with a healthy dose of the waggle-brows, leaning forward slightly. “Besides, that makes things all the more interesting - at least you’ll never be confined to a box, least not until you die and after that, who really knows?” Thomas finished off his cup before tossing it aside in a careless manner. “C’mon, I’ve got a better idea,” he said then, reaching for CC’s wrist and heading towards the kitchen. “We’ll need a baking pan.”

Gregory paused in the midst of his debauchery of the couch with a couple fellow friends - he was three sheets to the wind like by 9PM so could he be held accountable for straight thinking at this point? not a chance! - and fell forward onto the floor. His fall was cushioned by the couch pillow that came with him, and his head popped up, his hair a mop of sweaty blond curls at this point. “Wait, did you say stop or continue because I’m confused,” he huffed, out of breath and red-faced. 

“I meant continue — would you like to wear a pair of cleats while doing it?” She smirked grabbing the first container of alcohol she could see which was in a red solo cup. “I’m sure I can find one somewhere in this house.”

“So does that mean I can swing from the chandeliers and shit, too?” Thomas questioned the girl, standing directly behind her, and apparently having witnessed her change of heart over the destruction of her mother’s precious sofa. “Because I’ve always wondered what would be like and I need to get a move on crossing things off the list, if you know what I mean.” He sipped from a red solo cup, still in the very clothes he’d gone to the dance in. Luckily for Thomas, the suspenders were about the only out-of-place thing and even they could be considered fashion statement at this time. Not that it mattered. 

“No worries. That just means more for me,” he said with a shrug, lighting up his joint. “Designated driver or just super straight edge?”

“More like, I’m making sure I don’t end up homeless after some idiot accidentally sets my house on fire. Okay, on second thought, that sounds stupid when you say it out loud but honestly that’s why I’m staying sober for the night.”