#c:zephyr.

“ugh, dude, i just had the fucking weirdest few days,” he admitted, clearly understating the run-ins with odette, maggie, and pierce, for starters. he kicked his shoes off his feet and practically belly-flopped onto his bed, the smell of clean sheets tingling his senses. at least he had laundry in order, if nothing else. he glanced over at his roommate for the first time in a day or two, noting his state – that was not particularly sober. “dude, you okay?”

with a sigh parker’s calloused fingers turned the handle to his dorm, fully expecting chaos to emerge from behind the wood frame. and he’d be right – there was zephyr, amidst a lingering smell of alcohol that made their dorm feel ALMOST like a rave. he laughed at the sight, a drunken, singing roommate clad in a fancy outfit, likely emma’s doing – completely contrasted to his plain white shirt and joggers. “dude, sweet getup,” he complimented, shouting ever so slightly above the blaring music. 

                     it had been a long night for EVERYONE. tensions were higher than ever, he’d seen several people either crying or puking in the bathrooms –– and of course, a few fights had broken out, too. he had spent the better part of a half-hour looking for zephyr, having regretted not following him directly after his fight with pierce broke out. he found the guy, slouched over a table, in a secluded corner of the ballroom. “zeph,” he calls out, worry painted all over his voice, as he approaches his best friend. “are you okay? what’s going on?” he leans over to study zephyr’s face, and WINCES when he sees the fresh bruise across his jaw. “fuck … dude.”