#tennedy

There’s only so much finals studying a girl can take, before she needs a night out. And sure, she just swore she wouldn’t get drunk ever again, and no she hadn’t told Ted that it was karaoke night at the bar! But those were all semantics! Kennedy’s all dolled up for the night, finally with a reason to slip into a little black dress (donned with fleece tights, and a matching coat for warmth). So any chance of rebuttal to the singing aspect of the night surely can be changed with a little sway of her hips- right?

Not wanting to seem too eager she waits in her room for him to be ready, maybe her eyes linger in the mirror a little too long. Primping and preening anxiously, adding more jewelry, fiddling with her hair until she forces herself to just finally sit and wait.

By the time Kennedy had made it safely to her room, she expected to be sobering up a little. But there was no such luck, and instead she found herself with the same bottle she had been cuddling in the quad. “SHHHH PerCY YoU ‘aVE to beeee quiet or yOU’lL wake ROOOBY.” She whisper hisses… to Ruby as she shuts her door (not before staring longingly across the hall). Her body slides against her door frame, groaning as Ruby comes to nuzzle against her.

You would hope when you’re drunk like this someone would take your phone from you to stop you from saying something stupid, or even worse doing something stupid. Kennedy had no such luck. She hesitates on their text thread, the night coming back to her in a blur. She can’t sleep like this, her mind swirling with thoughts, her body feeling weirdly foreign to herself.

[Teddy 🥛] hi

the minute she hits send she wants to fling her phone across the room… but instead she finds herself typing again

[Teddy 🥛] aer you awake?

“This is ridiculous…” Kennedy mutters to herself, staring at her newly freshened dark locks. She could rationalize this, this was a fresh change, something she did for an acting role, it’s not even the first time her hair had been black. But something odd nagged at the back of her mind, something slotted deep within her gut, twisting and gnawing at its enclosure.

Letting out a frustrated huff, she heads for the door, her mind set on heading out but then she hesitates. Crouching down, she knocks lightly, waiting, wondering… Her eyes cast downward, and then to the stairs, her mind a million miles away. After a moment, she knocks once more before standing, and giving him another moment.

In the midst of preparing a new cosplay when she hears the knock. A little smile creeps onto her face when she slowly opens her door to see him there.