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Drink. Drank. Drunk. Right now these are the only things Ryan Nott knows and is willing to comprehend. The fact that the alcohol makes his unstable body harder to control is besides the point to him. So he stumbles and falls more. It only makes him laugh and he hardly minds the bruises he seems to constantly sport now. So maybe he's spilled more alcohol than he's consumed thanks to the shaking jerks of his left hand and arm. At least he can always change clothes or, more aptly, take his clothes off and lie in his bed naked. He wants to go home, back to everything that makes sense. He wants to see his sister but he hasn't dared go knock on the door to her dormitory for fear that she will be the one who answers the door. Not that Ryan thinks Cassandra will want to speak with him. Worse still is that just thinking of his sister reminds him of the name of the baby and he doesn't want to think about that. Getting drunk is so much easier. Far more fun and it helps him forget so easily. Now sitting on the grass and resting his back against the wall of the boys dormitory, Ryan holds a cigarette in hand and grins at nothing in particular. Because he can grin being as drunk as he is. He couldn't do that if he was sober. No, he couldn't do anything if he were sober. And Ryan is determined that his infallible logic sticks.