feeling yummy

Schlatt stayed still, unmoving in place as he stared into Tara’s eyes. He let out a low chuckle that vibrated from his chest as he laid on the ground next to her, shaking his head slowly but still not breaking contact as he spoke quietly between them. “Everything you do drives me crazy…” he realizes how that sounded out loud, but still he meant what he said. Despite however Tara decided to interpret that.

Tara sits in that comment for a moment, her eyes never leaving his. She knows how he means it, or at least she thinks she does. But it doesn’t stop her mind from wandering down other avenues. “Shut up and take another shot.” She finally says, a slow grin on her face despite herself.

Schlatt, despite himself, wore a small smirk back towards her as she started to grin. Completely pleased with himself as he shrugged his head away at last. “Fine fine, have it your way..” he sighed, hand reaching out to the bottle next to him again, not bothering to sit up still as he took the shot. Well, he probably should’ve, because he totally forgot how to hold the bottle correctly without spilling it. Instead, it managed to spill over his chin and neck. “Oh, shit!!”

She glances over to watch him just as he spills the liquor on himself. She can’t help but to laugh, trying to stop long enough to help him in some way. “You’re going to water board yourself holy shit.” She reaches over, her hand moving gently against his chin as if she could somehow help get it off of him, which then causes her to laugh at the absurdity once more.

"AHHhh!" he yelled dramatically as he tried to sit up, the liquid spilling down from his neck and now onto his shirt. "Dammit, this was a clean shirt too!" he wiped at his face, then fanned his shirt out so it wouldn't stick to him. "You're trying to kill me!"

“What!” she squeaks out, sitting up as he fans the shirt out. “How is this my fault! I didn’t drown you!” She’s feigning offense, still laughing as she looks around for something to help dry him off with, or a shirt to help him change into. “You might be a bigger drama queen than me.” She mumbles.

“Watch yourself, remember you’re in my room right now..” he wiped his hand across his face again before shaking his head, and also looking for something to just change into. “..And toss me a shirt at the top of my hamper..” he said, spotting the basket closer to Tara’s side of the room. While she did that, he actually properly took a generous chug of the bottle.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” As she’s saying it, she’s grabbing the shirt from the top and tossing it at him. She returns to her spot on the floor, stretching out a little as she watches him.

"The opposite actually.." he mumbled, hands out to catch the shirt but feeling it hit the side of his body instead. "Jesus christ.." the alcohol was hitting him fast, maybe because he was practically waterboarded with it and he usually liked to buy the hard stuff too. Still, the fogginess in his head seemed to clear just before he took off the shirt, side-eyeing the girl across from him on the floor. It was sobering, admittedly, the thought of exposing himself. But quickly, he sunk himself back into the haze. It was his room after all, why should he feel uncomfortable. So, turning his body slightly away, he took off the drenched shirt, and changed into the dry sweatshirt just as quickly.

Look. She’s trying to be respectful, it’s his room… she’s not wanting to sneak a peek or anything… but she’s also just a drunk girl. Her eyes drift over just as his shirt comes up, her hand moving so that she’s biting the tip of her nail as she watches him absentmindedly. Had she been sober, there would have been absolutely no way she’d been so clearly obvious in her checking him out. But, here they were.

Somehow, Schlatt could feel it. Her eyes baring into him, and when he turned around after to spot them himself, his first reaction was to just toss the spilled shirt at her. “Pervert.” Is all he could say, but despite the odd feeling of being observed, he still wore a faint smirk as he said it.

“Oh like you wouldn’t do the same if I were over here giving you a strip tease!” She laughed, her cheeks tinting ever so slightly pink. Tara tossed his shirt to the side, towards where she decided his dirty clothes should go, and then re-situated herself on the floor. Her mind wander for just a half second, at how foreign this was, being in his personal space. A year ago she wouldn’t have even imagined this was possible, given how annoyed he always seemed around her. And now here they were, him still annoyed but her right beside him nonetheless.

"Well if you were giving me a strip tease that's totally different!! That's purposeful!" he tried to defend himself for whatever reason. Despite himself, he let it go and shook his head, deciding to just lay back on the floor. His body felt heavier, and it was probably because of the rush of alcohol he inhaled into his system. It was probably why the words seemed to fall too easily out of him next. "What, is that something you're going to offer to me now?"

There’s a pause in between his question, a slow turn of her head to look at him. “Is that what you want me to do?” She asks brow arching inquisitively. She was drunk enough to ask completely unabashedly, her eyes lingering on his. “offer you a strip tease?”

"Don't do that." Schlatt scoffed through a laugh, shaking his head even as he laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. "Don't answer my question with another question, I know this game," he laughed again before just holding his hands up in the air. "Just forget about it."

Something shifts in her own demeanor, she pushes herself up just slightly so she can look down at him. “No. No, actually I am.” she says despite his last sentence. “I’m offering you a strip tease.” It sounds ridiculous to herself as she says it, a light breathy laugh escaping her lips.

There was a beat before he answered, like he was establishing the situation in front of him and analyzing every word she was saying. But then he drew out the longest "Psh" sounded before waving her off with his hand. "No you're not. You're not serious right not. Stop playing around." though his eyes were more crinkled from the alcohol and amusement, they didn't leave her's still. Almost like he was baiting her.

Now it feels like a challenge, and for a second she feels like she’s fallen into a trap. She stands for a moment, a bit shaky as she does from the alcohol- almost as if she’s getting her sea legs. “If you don’t want me to, you could just say that. If you’re worried you won’t be able to control yourself.” She taunts, playing with the hem of her shirt.

Ted's face screws up in confusion, looking like the very thought disgusted him. "Why would he try to kick my ass?" he asks on her way out but she was off like a flash before he could even mumble it out. There's not much to find. Some school books, a notebook with worst attempts at remembering Avacadros Numer scrawlled in it amongst other near non-sense handwriting, his travel smoke kit, and a change of clothes. Like a full set all wrapped together, draws and all. Pajamas: Incase.

She flips through his notebook, hoping to find little hearts doodles, maybe initials inside if she was lucky! But alas, it’s a regular notebook filled with regular notebook things. She pouts, before stumbling upon his change of clothes, she doesn’t bother unraveling them, seeing the pjs was enough. A little smile is on her face as her hands wrap around his smoke kit. She knew if she teased him about it, she’d lose her chance of a sleepover. So instead she bounds down the stairs, kit raised in the air like a golden ticked. “I found it!!”

If she brought up the clothes, he would have had to deny it. He would have had to make it seem weird that she thought he would bring them to stay with her. He was gonna crash Shlatt's room, obviously! Or they were left over from a sleepover he already had. Anything to avoid looking any more pathetic, or worse, expectant. "Yeah! She's done it again, ladies and gentlemen!" He says as he whisks the dry ingredients together, set up on the counter at his imaginary cooking show.

When she gets to the kitchen she takes a little, but dramatic bow before setting the kit on the table for him and going to look at the progress he’s made. Her eyes look from the different ingredients on the table to him. “Ted are you kinda good at this??”

Ted feels a warm rush bloom in his chest as he pops a chocolate chip in his mouth (not part of the recipe but he did find them along the way). She halfway complimented him. "I cook for myslef like a big boy, and I used to bake a ton when I was younger, newly living on my own." he admits and passes the whisk to her. "Get wet and ready- the wets ready." He requests taking the kit and starting to get the next hit prepped.

“And yet, I’ve never received any baked goods from you. Hm.” She says, turning her nose up as she says it, as if she’s offended. But then she hears his next words and a smug little smile is on her lips. “You’re going to have to put in some work to get me wet and ready, big boy.”

Ted looks to Tara with the same expectancy, but when she sits back a pit forms in his stomach. "I fucking hate you guys." He huffs looking back and forth again but he could feel Kenedy's eyes burning a hole in him still. He searches his brian like an Ispy book, trying to remember what happened so long ago. "No way are you causing this big stink over when Schlatt kissed me."

Schlatt stayed still, unmoving in place as he stared into Tara’s eyes. He let out a low chuckle that vibrated from his chest as he laid on the ground next to her, shaking his head slowly but still not breaking contact as he spoke quietly between them. “Everything you do drives me crazy…” he realizes how that sounded out loud, but still he meant what he said. Despite however Tara decided to interpret that.

Tara sits in that comment for a moment, her eyes never leaving his. She knows how he means it, or at least she thinks she does. But it doesn’t stop her mind from wandering down other avenues. “Shut up and take another shot.” She finally says, a slow grin on her face despite herself.

Schlatt, despite himself, wore a small smirk back towards her as she started to grin. Completely pleased with himself as he shrugged his head away at last. “Fine fine, have it your way..” he sighed, hand reaching out to the bottle next to him again, not bothering to sit up still as he took the shot. Well, he probably should’ve, because he totally forgot how to hold the bottle correctly without spilling it. Instead, it managed to spill over his chin and neck. “Oh, shit!!”

She glances over to watch him just as he spills the liquor on himself. She can’t help but to laugh, trying to stop long enough to help him in some way. “You’re going to water board yourself holy shit.” She reaches over, her hand moving gently against his chin as if she could somehow help get it off of him, which then causes her to laugh at the absurdity once more.

"AHHhh!" he yelled dramatically as he tried to sit up, the liquid spilling down from his neck and now onto his shirt. "Dammit, this was a clean shirt too!" he wiped at his face, then fanned his shirt out so it wouldn't stick to him. "You're trying to kill me!"

“What!” she squeaks out, sitting up as he fans the shirt out. “How is this my fault! I didn’t drown you!” She’s feigning offense, still laughing as she looks around for something to help dry him off with, or a shirt to help him change into. “You might be a bigger drama queen than me.” She mumbles.

“Watch yourself, remember you’re in my room right now..” he wiped his hand across his face again before shaking his head, and also looking for something to just change into. “..And toss me a shirt at the top of my hamper..” he said, spotting the basket closer to Tara’s side of the room. While she did that, he actually properly took a generous chug of the bottle.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” As she’s saying it, she’s grabbing the shirt from the top and tossing it at him. She returns to her spot on the floor, stretching out a little as she watches him.

"The opposite actually.." he mumbled, hands out to catch the shirt but feeling it hit the side of his body instead. "Jesus christ.." the alcohol was hitting him fast, maybe because he was practically waterboarded with it and he usually liked to buy the hard stuff too. Still, the fogginess in his head seemed to clear just before he took off the shirt, side-eyeing the girl across from him on the floor. It was sobering, admittedly, the thought of exposing himself. But quickly, he sunk himself back into the haze. It was his room after all, why should he feel uncomfortable. So, turning his body slightly away, he took off the drenched shirt, and changed into the dry sweatshirt just as quickly.

Look. She’s trying to be respectful, it’s his room… she’s not wanting to sneak a peek or anything… but she’s also just a drunk girl. Her eyes drift over just as his shirt comes up, her hand moving so that she’s biting the tip of her nail as she watches him absentmindedly. Had she been sober, there would have been absolutely no way she’d been so clearly obvious in her checking him out. But, here they were.

Somehow, Schlatt could feel it. Her eyes baring into him, and when he turned around after to spot them himself, his first reaction was to just toss the spilled shirt at her. “Pervert.” Is all he could say, but despite the odd feeling of being observed, he still wore a faint smirk as he said it.

“Oh like you wouldn’t do the same if I were over here giving you a strip tease!” She laughed, her cheeks tinting ever so slightly pink. Tara tossed his shirt to the side, towards where she decided his dirty clothes should go, and then re-situated herself on the floor. Her mind wander for just a half second, at how foreign this was, being in his personal space. A year ago she wouldn’t have even imagined this was possible, given how annoyed he always seemed around her. And now here they were, him still annoyed but her right beside him nonetheless.

"Well if you were giving me a strip tease that's totally different!! That's purposeful!" he tried to defend himself for whatever reason. Despite himself, he let it go and shook his head, deciding to just lay back on the floor. His body felt heavier, and it was probably because of the rush of alcohol he inhaled into his system. It was probably why the words seemed to fall too easily out of him next. "What, is that something you're going to offer to me now?"

There’s a pause in between his question, a slow turn of her head to look at him. “Is that what you want me to do?” She asks brow arching inquisitively. She was drunk enough to ask completely unabashedly, her eyes lingering on his. “offer you a strip tease?”

"Don't do that." Schlatt scoffed through a laugh, shaking his head even as he laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. "Don't answer my question with another question, I know this game," he laughed again before just holding his hands up in the air. "Just forget about it."

Something shifts in her own demeanor, she pushes herself up just slightly so she can look down at him. “No. No, actually I am.” she says despite his last sentence. “I’m offering you a strip tease.” It sounds ridiculous to herself as she says it, a light breathy laugh escaping her lips.

Ted's face screws up in confusion, looking like the very thought disgusted him. "Why would he try to kick my ass?" he asks on her way out but she was off like a flash before he could even mumble it out. There's not much to find. Some school books, a notebook with worst attempts at remembering Avacadros Numer scrawlled in it amongst other near non-sense handwriting, his travel smoke kit, and a change of clothes. Like a full set all wrapped together, draws and all. Pajamas: Incase.

She flips through his notebook, hoping to find little hearts doodles, maybe initials inside if she was lucky! But alas, it’s a regular notebook filled with regular notebook things. She pouts, before stumbling upon his change of clothes, she doesn’t bother unraveling them, seeing the pjs was enough. A little smile is on her face as her hands wrap around his smoke kit. She knew if she teased him about it, she’d lose her chance of a sleepover. So instead she bounds down the stairs, kit raised in the air like a golden ticked. “I found it!!”

If she brought up the clothes, he would have had to deny it. He would have had to make it seem weird that she thought he would bring them to stay with her. He was gonna crash Shlatt's room, obviously! Or they were left over from a sleepover he already had. Anything to avoid looking any more pathetic, or worse, expectant. "Yeah! She's done it again, ladies and gentlemen!" He says as he whisks the dry ingredients together, set up on the counter at his imaginary cooking show.

When she gets to the kitchen she takes a little, but dramatic bow before setting the kit on the table for him and going to look at the progress he’s made. Her eyes look from the different ingredients on the table to him. “Ted are you kinda good at this??”

Ted's face screws up in confusion, looking like the very thought disgusted him. "Why would he try to kick my ass?" he asks on her way out but she was off like a flash before he could even mumble it out. There's not much to find. Some school books, a notebook with worst attempts at remembering Avacadros Numer scrawlled in it amongst other near non-sense handwriting, his travel smoke kit, and a change of clothes. Like a full set all wrapped together, draws and all. Pajamas: Incase.

She flips through his notebook, hoping to find little hearts doodles, maybe initials inside if she was lucky! But alas, it’s a regular notebook filled with regular notebook things. She pouts, before stumbling upon his change of clothes, she doesn’t bother unraveling them, seeing the pjs was enough. A little smile is on her face as her hands wrap around his smoke kit. She knew if she teased him about it, she’d lose her chance of a sleepover. So instead she bounds down the stairs, kit raised in the air like a golden ticked. “I found it!!”

"N-no, Yeah! Of course, yeah... don't cry." He mutters the last bit, feeling strange, like physically, at seeing her so upset. He puts his hand on her back, not feeling like it was enough of a sensation, he rubs gently, feeling the wrinkles and smooth patches of the fabric. "We can make a cake."

Slowly she comes back to reality, wiping at her tears, trying to not look like a fool in front of him. Had she ever cried in front of him before? She couldn’t remember. The feeling of his hand on her almost instantly calms her, the rubbing helping to slow her breathing. “Do you even know how to make a cake?” she asks, almost incredulous, her voice mixed with a whine.

"Okay, wow, sexist." He comments hoping to snap her back into the fun they had just been having and out of this cake despair. "I was a single man living alone, you learn to make a few sweet treats to get by." Of course his skills did not rival Rosanna's at all, but he knew how they could get close. "What flavor is that cake would you say?" He asks taking out his phone and starting to type.

“How am I supposed to know?!” She’s slipped from sadness to something mimicking exasperation. She’s already next to the cake though… so she simply reaches a finger out, getting a little of the cake (not touching the floor) on it before popping it into her both. “Hmmm…. Red Velvet?”

Ted hears her lighten up a bit and makes a choice, leaning in towards the cake with her and grabbing some with his fingers to eat. "Mmh, yeah, probably red velvet." He says with a smile resting on the corners of his mouth as he types in "Nerdy nummies red velvet cake and pulls up a recipe right from the woman herself with this moment of clarity. "We follow these steps, she'll never be able to tell."

Slowly but surely the tears and sadness melt away completely, leaving her staring up at him all starry eyed. “TED! THAT’S GENIUS!” and because she can’t help it, she pushes up from her spot on the ground and wraps her arms around him.

"Wh-" His eyes look between hers, tidal locked to her gaze as she suddenly peps back up from his suggestion. By the time her arms are around him his heart is beating a little faster, heat has shot up to his ears, and his arms instinctively close around her. His eyes pull up and look ahead, a hand just for a moment touches her hair, but he pulls himself away with the guise of being able to look her in the face. "You know the kitchen better than me, can you help find all the ingredients?"

She very quickly snaps into worker bee mode, “sir yes sir!” She gives him a little half salute, and quickly starts flying around the kitchen. Within minutes butter, flour, sugar, extracts and just about anything else you might think to use in a cake is sitting right in front of them. And this is her not on coke.

Ted reads the list out to herm and if he was something while she looked for something else, he was on it too. The kitchen counter was quickly covered in a spread of ingredients and tools and Ted was starting to feel the edges of his high fraying since he had to spend so much time focusing up. "Do you.... wanna light up a joint while we measure everything out into the little bowls?"

Regretfully, Tara had mostly sobered up at this point, so his words have her ears perking up. But then she takes stock of where they are. “Like… in here? In Rosanna’s kitchen??” She’s whispering as she says it, as if Ro might walk in and catch them in the act. Obviously, she knew Ro wasn’t a prude when it came to smoking but that didn’t make it feel any less… illegal? Immoral? Wrong?

Ted stops to think like he had just said a dlur on accident, but quickly relaxes and shrugs. "Me and Ro smoked in here before. I don't think she could be mad at us about it." He was no one who should be an authority on this, not living in the house or anything, but he was pretty confident about it. "Go up and grab another joint from my bead, it will be fine." He couldn't risk losing the good mood they were in before this cake fell,

“You and Ro-“ She pauses, trying to envision it, trying to even understand it. “Mark is gonna kick your ass.” She says, eyes crinkling as she laughs. “I’ll be back!” And then she’s off, rushing back to her room and grabbing his bag. It’s not that she’s going through it, it’s just that she’s going through it. And that feels fair after he put his filthy paws all over her diary.

Schlatt stayed still, unmoving in place as he stared into Tara’s eyes. He let out a low chuckle that vibrated from his chest as he laid on the ground next to her, shaking his head slowly but still not breaking contact as he spoke quietly between them. “Everything you do drives me crazy…” he realizes how that sounded out loud, but still he meant what he said. Despite however Tara decided to interpret that.

Tara sits in that comment for a moment, her eyes never leaving his. She knows how he means it, or at least she thinks she does. But it doesn’t stop her mind from wandering down other avenues. “Shut up and take another shot.” She finally says, a slow grin on her face despite herself.

Schlatt, despite himself, wore a small smirk back towards her as she started to grin. Completely pleased with himself as he shrugged his head away at last. “Fine fine, have it your way..” he sighed, hand reaching out to the bottle next to him again, not bothering to sit up still as he took the shot. Well, he probably should’ve, because he totally forgot how to hold the bottle correctly without spilling it. Instead, it managed to spill over his chin and neck. “Oh, shit!!”

She glances over to watch him just as he spills the liquor on himself. She can’t help but to laugh, trying to stop long enough to help him in some way. “You’re going to water board yourself holy shit.” She reaches over, her hand moving gently against his chin as if she could somehow help get it off of him, which then causes her to laugh at the absurdity once more.

"AHHhh!" he yelled dramatically as he tried to sit up, the liquid spilling down from his neck and now onto his shirt. "Dammit, this was a clean shirt too!" he wiped at his face, then fanned his shirt out so it wouldn't stick to him. "You're trying to kill me!"

“What!” she squeaks out, sitting up as he fans the shirt out. “How is this my fault! I didn’t drown you!” She’s feigning offense, still laughing as she looks around for something to help dry him off with, or a shirt to help him change into. “You might be a bigger drama queen than me.” She mumbles.

“Watch yourself, remember you’re in my room right now..” he wiped his hand across his face again before shaking his head, and also looking for something to just change into. “..And toss me a shirt at the top of my hamper..” he said, spotting the basket closer to Tara’s side of the room. While she did that, he actually properly took a generous chug of the bottle.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” As she’s saying it, she’s grabbing the shirt from the top and tossing it at him. She returns to her spot on the floor, stretching out a little as she watches him.

"The opposite actually.." he mumbled, hands out to catch the shirt but feeling it hit the side of his body instead. "Jesus christ.." the alcohol was hitting him fast, maybe because he was practically waterboarded with it and he usually liked to buy the hard stuff too. Still, the fogginess in his head seemed to clear just before he took off the shirt, side-eyeing the girl across from him on the floor. It was sobering, admittedly, the thought of exposing himself. But quickly, he sunk himself back into the haze. It was his room after all, why should he feel uncomfortable. So, turning his body slightly away, he took off the drenched shirt, and changed into the dry sweatshirt just as quickly.

Look. She’s trying to be respectful, it’s his room… she’s not wanting to sneak a peek or anything… but she’s also just a drunk girl. Her eyes drift over just as his shirt comes up, her hand moving so that she’s biting the tip of her nail as she watches him absentmindedly. Had she been sober, there would have been absolutely no way she’d been so clearly obvious in her checking him out. But, here they were.

Somehow, Schlatt could feel it. Her eyes baring into him, and when he turned around after to spot them himself, his first reaction was to just toss the spilled shirt at her. “Pervert.” Is all he could say, but despite the odd feeling of being observed, he still wore a faint smirk as he said it.

“Oh like you wouldn’t do the same if I were over here giving you a strip tease!” She laughed, her cheeks tinting ever so slightly pink. Tara tossed his shirt to the side, towards where she decided his dirty clothes should go, and then re-situated herself on the floor. Her mind wander for just a half second, at how foreign this was, being in his personal space. A year ago she wouldn’t have even imagined this was possible, given how annoyed he always seemed around her. And now here they were, him still annoyed but her right beside him nonetheless.

"Well if you were giving me a strip tease that's totally different!! That's purposeful!" he tried to defend himself for whatever reason. Despite himself, he let it go and shook his head, deciding to just lay back on the floor. His body felt heavier, and it was probably because of the rush of alcohol he inhaled into his system. It was probably why the words seemed to fall too easily out of him next. "What, is that something you're going to offer to me now?"

There’s a pause in between his question, a slow turn of her head to look at him. “Is that what you want me to do?” She asks brow arching inquisitively. She was drunk enough to ask completely unabashedly, her eyes lingering on his. “offer you a strip tease?”

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

Cute fish and hey, I could do with something good

ROGER IS BACK!!!!!!

Roger!!!!

"No really, crying is really good for emotional regulation. Gotta, like, regulate." He says while never letting himself cry anything out ever. "I was getting to it." He insists, though he just assumed the met uneventfully though school, which may be kinda wild of him to just assume all the girls know each other in some natural cosmic way, as if they had the same brain... "So how did you lovebirds meet." He teases, turned almost all the way around to look between them.

Somehow it was unsurprising to hear Tara and Kennedy knew each other. He got the vibe that the two of them were savvy with social media, it made sense their circles would overlap with each other. And despite the subtle dig, it kinda was similar to how Ted and him met. But he'd be damned if he agreed with the broad out loud, so just kept that thought to himself. "Of course you were at the same party..."

Ted feel the tention in his muscles increase and he exhales slolwy trying to let the moment play out, trying to keep his knee from jerking. He didn't want to think it was the same as being at the same party, but that wasn't because it wasn't true, necessarily! He just kinda sounded... dull? He face brightens when Tara pushes back at Schlatt, turning to the big guy with his broad smile. "Oh Schlatt can really turn up when he wants to."

Tara grins as she watches Ted joining in on the poking fun of Schlatt. It feels like a mini victory that somehow the tension was dissected again. “And he loves body shots. Don’t ya Schlatt?” Tara asks, smirking as she settles back into her seat.

Oh god, and of course the tables have somehow turned on him with this one. “Oh my god..” he groaned to himself. “……Yes, I like to party.” He admitted quietly, eyes still on the road and not bothering to look at any of them.

Schlatt stayed still, unmoving in place as he stared into Tara’s eyes. He let out a low chuckle that vibrated from his chest as he laid on the ground next to her, shaking his head slowly but still not breaking contact as he spoke quietly between them. “Everything you do drives me crazy…” he realizes how that sounded out loud, but still he meant what he said. Despite however Tara decided to interpret that.

Tara sits in that comment for a moment, her eyes never leaving his. She knows how he means it, or at least she thinks she does. But it doesn’t stop her mind from wandering down other avenues. “Shut up and take another shot.” She finally says, a slow grin on her face despite herself.

Schlatt, despite himself, wore a small smirk back towards her as she started to grin. Completely pleased with himself as he shrugged his head away at last. “Fine fine, have it your way..” he sighed, hand reaching out to the bottle next to him again, not bothering to sit up still as he took the shot. Well, he probably should’ve, because he totally forgot how to hold the bottle correctly without spilling it. Instead, it managed to spill over his chin and neck. “Oh, shit!!”

She glances over to watch him just as he spills the liquor on himself. She can’t help but to laugh, trying to stop long enough to help him in some way. “You’re going to water board yourself holy shit.” She reaches over, her hand moving gently against his chin as if she could somehow help get it off of him, which then causes her to laugh at the absurdity once more.

"AHHhh!" he yelled dramatically as he tried to sit up, the liquid spilling down from his neck and now onto his shirt. "Dammit, this was a clean shirt too!" he wiped at his face, then fanned his shirt out so it wouldn't stick to him. "You're trying to kill me!"

“What!” she squeaks out, sitting up as he fans the shirt out. “How is this my fault! I didn’t drown you!” She’s feigning offense, still laughing as she looks around for something to help dry him off with, or a shirt to help him change into. “You might be a bigger drama queen than me.” She mumbles.

“Watch yourself, remember you’re in my room right now..” he wiped his hand across his face again before shaking his head, and also looking for something to just change into. “..And toss me a shirt at the top of my hamper..” he said, spotting the basket closer to Tara’s side of the room. While she did that, he actually properly took a generous chug of the bottle.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” As she’s saying it, she’s grabbing the shirt from the top and tossing it at him. She returns to her spot on the floor, stretching out a little as she watches him.

"The opposite actually.." he mumbled, hands out to catch the shirt but feeling it hit the side of his body instead. "Jesus christ.." the alcohol was hitting him fast, maybe because he was practically waterboarded with it and he usually liked to buy the hard stuff too. Still, the fogginess in his head seemed to clear just before he took off the shirt, side-eyeing the girl across from him on the floor. It was sobering, admittedly, the thought of exposing himself. But quickly, he sunk himself back into the haze. It was his room after all, why should he feel uncomfortable. So, turning his body slightly away, he took off the drenched shirt, and changed into the dry sweatshirt just as quickly.

Look. She’s trying to be respectful, it’s his room… she’s not wanting to sneak a peek or anything… but she’s also just a drunk girl. Her eyes drift over just as his shirt comes up, her hand moving so that she’s biting the tip of her nail as she watches him absentmindedly. Had she been sober, there would have been absolutely no way she’d been so clearly obvious in her checking him out. But, here they were.

Somehow, Schlatt could feel it. Her eyes baring into him, and when he turned around after to spot them himself, his first reaction was to just toss the spilled shirt at her. “Pervert.” Is all he could say, but despite the odd feeling of being observed, he still wore a faint smirk as he said it.

“Oh like you wouldn’t do the same if I were over here giving you a strip tease!” She laughed, her cheeks tinting ever so slightly pink. Tara tossed his shirt to the side, towards where she decided his dirty clothes should go, and then re-situated herself on the floor. Her mind wander for just a half second, at how foreign this was, being in his personal space. A year ago she wouldn’t have even imagined this was possible, given how annoyed he always seemed around her. And now here they were, him still annoyed but her right beside him nonetheless.

The fact that Kitty referred to Jackie as his "girlfriend" and says she thinks Hyde links her means that she's noticed this for a while. *sobs*