#gabemonroe

alethea had tried on the dress her mother sent more times than was necessary. they had another outfit picked out, but they kept coming to the dress. it would keep them on their mom’s good side if anything were to get out, but in all honestly alethea hated it. so, in order to hype herself up for her mini-rebellion, she took a shot, changed the dress, and took another. 

Remember two weeks ago when Avery was half-dead and declared she was never doing drugs again? Well, that didn’t last. She popped a tab of ecstasy an hour ago and boy, was it doing its job. Sometimes a little break was nice. She was feeling all sorts of social. Sat on a giant inflatable unicorn that someone had dragged out of the pool, Avery was among a small group of attendees discussing whether or not cereal was soup. That and many other things both stupid and entertaining. Spotting a familiar figure not far from where she was huddled, she tried to get Gabe Monroe’s attention. “Grandpa!” She beckoned him over. “You left your highchair,” Avery noted with glee once he was closer. “Good for you. Come hang with us young and sprightly people.” She chuckled, handing Gabe a cup of Gatorade. It was important to stay hydrated after all. What with all of the fun activities people could get themselves into at the natatorium. “Pop a squat, Gramps. Tell me why you left your post. Thought your ass was glued to that thing.”

By the time Avery woke up, the sun was up and the lights were back on. Thank God. The first thing she did was shower. The following thing she did was get ready with the intention of heading to the dining hall to satiate the grumbling in her belly. On her way to the dining hall though, she spotted a familiar figure laid comfortably on the grass of the quad. Dozed off. Far too relaxed. Would be such a shame if someone changed that... Mouth bent in a devious twist, she approached the sleeping figure. 

Avery watched him at first, wondering if he was the same kind of sleeper she was where just sensing another pair of eyes on her woke her up. When that didn’t seem to do anything, she inched forward and just barely brushed the foot of her Converse against his arm. No? Okay then. This was going to be all the more fun for her now. Digging through her purse, she found a dented bottle of water that was still a third full. Unscrewing the cap, she bent at the knees so she wasn’t so high above Gabe’s face and very carefully tilted the plastic container towards the slumbering basketball player, more and more until a trickle of water poured from its mouth and spilled onto his head. 

“Hey, sunshine.” She greeted when he opened his eyes. “Got really comfortable last night, huh?”