Scott Kellerman

“oh, sorry,” came daisy’s automatic reply, looking up from her phone just a second too late as she collided with — “oh. it’s just you.” a familiar fondness crossed over her features as she looked scott over curiously. “greasy food is the way to go, scott. in case of a hangover, or life in general, you need a big ol’ burger.” a pause. “maybe a side of fries, too. you look like you went just a smidge too hard last night.”

He looked at the girl with a small smile on his face “Of course it’s me your favorite neighborhood drunk.” he chuckled a little, and then looked at her “Yeah, you’re right. Wanna go get some greasy shit, absorb the alcohol and shit.” He smiled at the girl, and then nodded “Yeah, just a smidge though other than that I am a in peak physical shape.” He then looked at the girl and winked with a small smirk.

“oh. i’ve never been hungover, so.” she had drank before, sure, but never enough to have a hangover the next day. “i don’t have any gatorate, but,” she brought her little backpack to her front, opening it, “i do have some tylenol. if that’ll help.” she took the little pill bottle out of her bag, offered it to him.

“Yeah, I don’t usually but zero out of ten stars would not recommend.” He gave her a thankful look. He held his hand out waiting for her to hand him the pill “It’ll help.” Once she gave it to him he swallowed the pill. He looked around feeling the hangover begin to kick in.

francesca: vodka and juice is excellent

the twenty minutes had past and she checked herself out one more time before she left to make her way over to scott’s room.

scotty: okay, yeah message me when you’re here

he went to the fridge, and quickly looked over its contents before taking a shot of fireball, and then grabbing himself a beer.

art hadn’t be paying attention to where she was going, more preoccupied with her phone in her hand, when the feeling of her body running into someone brought her out of her haze, “hi scotty,” she said before going into her bag to pull out a still sealed bottle of powerade, “here, i was gonna drink this, but it’s been in my bag for thirty minutes, you can have it if you want it,”

“Aw, Art always prepared see this is why you’re my favorite.” After she handed it to him he quickly opened the drink, and quickly drank around half the bottle before closing it back he looked around, and then looked back at her “So, where are you headed? Would you like your slightly drunk, and most likely eventually hungover friend to accompany you?”

Shardae has just finished an exam and was now done for the day. It was her short day so she was eager to get back in her bed. She was halfway across campus when her body collided with a larger frame which made her fall to the ground. “Shit.” She mumbled as she picked herself up and cranes her hands for scratches. “Well whatever you were looking for you owe me one now too.”

Scott looked at the girl apologetically, and then started to help, but deciding against it when she spoke. He rolled his eyes slightly “Okay, fine, one Gatorade for you.” He glanced back at her and motioned for her to follow him to the nearest vending machine “So, I know you?” He shrugged a little “I don’t remember, but it’s still possible. Either way the name’s Scott.”

jem hardly even moves as scott bumps into him. he’s tall and well-built— it takes a lot to phase him. “yea ? watch where you’re fuckin’ going.” he grunts in response, “you can’t outrun a hangover, dude. it’s gonna happen whether you like it or not.”

‘Calm the fuck down ole Jem.” He rolled his eyes slightly at the response “Yeah, but I can try to make it shorter, and feel less like shit. Cause if I am drunk the next morning, than I am already fucked enough. I might as well try or some shit.”

“oh - i’m so sorry,” delilah started when she bumped into someone else, her words getting lost in his until she stopped to listen. “you’re so totally fine, don’t even worry about it. um, isn’t coffee supposed to be a good cure for a hangover?”

“Nah fam, that’s a myth coffee makes it worse. Like it makes you dehydrated and shit. Gatorade helps though it gives you like electrolytes or some shit. I’ve done much hangover research. In my days of borderline alcoholism.” He paused for a moment “Coffee like fake helps so I guess that’s better than nothing.”

“I know this, but I made a good choice by avoiding you last night, it seems. At least if I’m going to do anything with you, it’s before either of us gets too trashed. I at least like to remember mildly enjoyable things,” she hummed, flicking a strand of dark hair from her face. “Well, no social media scandals, so that’s a win at least.”

“I guess we agree on something for once, but I think it’s more than mildly enjoyable.” He looked at the girl with a teasing grin on his face. He nodded and said “Yeah, I guess it could be worse.” He then panicked slightly looking for his phone deciding to check for any late night texts he may have sent.

The sudden hit of shock that came with the collision was enough to throw Ivy off, causing her to step back in order to collect her balance once again. “No offense, but you look like hell. I probably did well by avoiding you earlier than normal last night, huh?” she chuckled. “How bad did you get?”

He balanced himself and looked at her “Well, you don’t always avoid me.” he winked at the girl with a small smirk before steadying himself again. “Very bad bad as far as I know I remember everything thought, but really who knows at this point.” He looked around and ran his hand through his hair.

“Watch it,” Gianna snapped when she felt Scott slam into her, grabbing onto him as to not fall but sighing when she stabled herself. “Seriously, Scott. You’re still drunk?”

“You sound way more suprised about this than you should be.” He looked at her and then nodded “But to answer your question yes... I still am.” He looked at her with a serious expression “Help me find Gatorade.”