For better or worse |Greg|

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

The young girl was excited. She had invited Greg over to her dorm for a change, she had made the effort to tidy things up as best she could, her art littering her walls and stacks of it in corners. She sat at her desk eagerly, finishing up a round of a game and simply waiting for him to come over, she had even done something she never expected to do, as a mini celebration for getting out some of the backgrounds, she got booze.

She had gotten a fake id for herself and grabbed two twelve packs and a bottle of vodka. She had shot glasses set out too even, and what was this? Was she wearing makeup? Yes she was, a smear of black eyeshadow and crimson lipstick, some eyeliner and just a small dab of cotton candy perfume. Even her outfit was an upgrade, a tight fitting black t-shirt and skinmy jeans, nothing was torn or a size too big, she even made no moves to hide her arms. After all, it was Greg, she was safe with him.

She finally heard the knock on the door and bounced up, nervousness setting into her as she opened the door and grinned at her awkward friend. "Greggy! Come on in, I missed you."

[Grig Rosenthal]

Gregory Rosenthal had only knocked twice on the door when Shaan opened it, his fist still hanging in the air. "Greggy! Come on in, I missed you", she said. Greg smiled a bit, and stepped into the dorm, a party size bag of Doritos in hand. He grinned and hugged her with one arm. "You missed me?", he asked. "I, I've only been away for the week!" He closed the door behind him and set the chips on the counter when he noticed the array of booze. "Hmm? What's all this then?" Greg looked back at Shaan and then noticed that she was a little bit gussied up. "Wow, uh, y-you look um, really pretty today. Any reason?" For a moment, he felt a little awkward in his ratty old Surrealistic Pillow t-shirt and scuffed up vans, but internally reasoned that she didn't tell him to clean up. Greg flopped down on her bed, kicking his shoes off. He wore black socks. 

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

The young girl chuckled, moving to let him and pushing the door closed behind him. "Doesn't mean i cant miss you.. I get lonely without ya." She noticed him looking at her and at the mention of being called pretty her cheeks flushed. Nah she wasn't, atleast she didnt think so, though there was still something flattering about being told you were. She grabbed two of the beers and offered him one.

"Celebration.. We've got a lot of work done and i don't see you cut loose too much.. I dont either.. So while in company of people we trust...Netflix and chill?...I also just.. I dunno.. Wanted to look nice i guess?" She gave a small chuckle and moved to her laptop, hooked up to her tv for a rare change. She flipped over to netflix and her eyes went to two movies. "Ravenous or Rocky Horror?" she asked as she turned in the chair to look at him.

Either one he picked she would play and if he left it to her, ravenous it would be. She would play the movie and adjust all the settings before moving to her bed and laying down in it with him, her back to him. She was shorter so he would certainly still be able to see. She twisted off the cap of her bottle and took a long drink. Tonight would be a good night.

[Grig Rosenthal]

"Thanks." Greg took the beer, unscrewed it, and sipped. He grimaced a little, the taste of it simultaneously bitter and sour. He still wasn't used to anything that isn't a kinda sweet wine. "I guess I could get the hang of celebrating. We did work really hard, and The Bleeding tree does look phenomenal, so far. But N-Netflix and, and Chill? Mrs. Vladislav, you're trying to seduce me." He grinned at his lame joke. "I would say Rocky Horror, but I don't have any lingerie, so lets go with Ravenous." Greg sipped some more of his beer. "Hah,this is awful. I can't stop drinking it, though." He then noticed that she was laying down next to him. It's not that she hadn't done so before; in fact, she had a tendency to crash at his dorm if they're working really late, and then he would have to sneak her out at 5 in the morning, since the dorm was single-sex. However, something was...different. She seemed to be a little bit closer than usual, a little more languid. He propped his head up on his hand, so as to see the screen, still drinking the beer.

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

She had her eyes focused on the movie as she sipped at her beer. She was enjoying the time to relax with him and for some reason she felt pretty safe. So safe infact he felt herself snuggling back against him as she laid and watched the movie. "I dunno, i could be trying to seduce you... You'll never know."[/color] She chuckled as she sipped more on her drink, giving a small nod to his words. "It is, but its really good.. Ever have vodka before? It's a hard burn but its really nice... I.. didn't take you for the drinking type honestly."

She chuckled a small bit and reached for the shot glasses, pouring them each one of vodka, to which she downed hers. She laid her head down on the bed and cuddled her back close into the man. Her eyes focused on the screen and watching the movie. "...huh... Sorta wonder would I would do about a cannibal...like.. How do you even fight a wendigo if you have no idea what it is?" She questioned as she turned her head to look back at the mans face, her blue eyes staring up at him.

Now that she actually looked, he wasn't so bad looking... quite the opposite actually, he was cute in a nerdy sort of way.She actually let her eyes rest on his lips, the slight hit of the alcohol making her gaze stay just a second too long.

[Grig Rosenthal]

Greg shrugged when she said that he'd never know if she was trying to seduce him.He took the shot, slinging it back like Shaan. Boy, that was a mistake. Though he still drank all of it, he coughed and sputtered. "Ack!" Greg gave Shaan a rueful grin and muttered "It hurts so good." he finished his beer, and replied "I don't know. If it looked like a guy, then I guess you'd fight him like a regular man, even though it might take for-f***ing-ever. But if it was like, some kind of, of, of skeletal giant, then I don't know. Traps, maybe?" He reached over her, and poured himself a drink, this time sipping it slowly. It still burned, but pleasantly this time. He glanced down, and that's when he noticed her expression. She was appraising him, somewhat. He blushed, and his eyes widened a bit. They were a vibrant yellow green. Embarassed, he tried to direct his attention back to the screen, back to the drama and lurking horror.Since she had snuggled against him somewhat, he tentatively wrapped his arm around her waist. Weirdly enough, it felt..easy, comfortable, natural even. "Are you, um, hungry?"

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

Shaan has been drinking out of her beer and sipping down a shot or two, she felt happy, relaxed even. She felt his arm move around her waist and she couldnt help but move her hand, just letting her finger gently brush against his skin. "You get used to it eventually, then it just becomes a relaxing thing." She thought about hsi words a moment and gave a small chuckle. "I mean you could always ask how you smell to em.. Im sure a 'delicious' or 'ravishing' would probably be a little of a red flag."[/color]

She looked at greg once more and raised an eyebrow. "So.. how do I smell?" she asked with a wicked little grin and a chuckle. She noticed the widening of his eyes and the blush on his cheeks, she couldnt help but bite at her lower lip and return much of the same expression. "" ..Now that ya mention it.. yeah... Let me." She untangled from his grasp for a moment and grabbed the chips, opening them and laying back down, cuddling right back to her spot. She grabbed a Dorito from the bag and offered it out behind her to him.

She then moved the bag to her belly, a place they could both grab from and, taking a few for herself, munched on the triangles of happiness.

[Grig Rosenthal]

Greg took a quick sniff of her hair and raised his eyebrow."You smell....mouthwatering", he said in his deepest voice with his most menacing smirk. Shaan disengaged to get the chips, layed back down, opened them, then offered him one. He grabbed it between his index and middle finger, and crunched it. They ate together, him reaching for the doritos, sometimes accidentally touching her hand in the process. "If you were stuck in a locked room with, I don't know, five different people for a whole year with only a month's worth of food and water, how would you convince the other people not to eat you?" Greg poured himself another shot, contemplating whether it would be okay to drink straight from the bottle. 

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

Shaan was content to lay there against him, just crunching chips and drinking with the man she called her best friend, Though, there was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach she couldn't place. She heard his comment to her smell and she couldn't help but to laugh at it. "Mmn.. Don't bite me Greg. I mean you smell pretty great yourself but if you eat me i swear i will wreck you." She laughed the words out ass she snuggled closer once more.

She turned his question over in her head a few times before she took another shot and proudly beamed. "Well, act small and friendly. Become a friend to everyone or atleast all but one. Then when it comes time to eat someone you say aa vote would be fair...if your name came up.. You'd have friends... Or kill someone while they sleep and make it look like a suicide." She was possibly a little more proud of it than she should be. She noted the movie ending as she sat up, an idea struck her.

"Do you like music? Like..maybe sonic youth?"

[Grig Rosenthal]

Greg shrugged pseudo-nonchalantly, trying to mask how happy it made him to make her laugh. He listened to her plan and was fairly impressed. "Damn, you actually thought hard about this. That might actually work. Me, I would just tell them I had AIDS. 'Cause seriously, who's gonna eat the guy they know has AIDS?" He took a swig straight out of the bottle. "I like your plan better." He felt her body shift as she turned to face him, abruptly. "Do you like music? Like...maybe Sonic Youth?" He nodded, then added "Them, Roxy Music, The Zombies, Cake, Nicole Dollanganger, Voltaire, David Bowie, Modest Mouse, Jefferson Airplane, ELO, and, somewhat stereotypically, Flight of the Conchords. Why, do you have an album?" 

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

She gave a chuckle at his reasoning and she nodded. "True i mean.. Thats actually a pretty smart idea..Mines just sorta brutal and a little screwed up." She nodded slowly as she finally stood up as he listed off the bands and singers he liked, she actually stopped at one of them. "You actually like Nicole? I adore her music, let me actually, just..." She trailed off as she pulled a cd off of her desk and tossed it into her laptop. Now in this day and age Cd's were sorta an odd thing, but hey, she liked to support one of her favorite artists and well, it helped.

The first song that blared through the speakers was True love cafe. She plopped down in bed once more, this time she was facing him, even boldly resting her hand on his arm. "I like a lot of Voltaire, Nicole, Sex Pistols, Murderdolls, Marcy playground too honestly.. Deadly Handsome man is a great song.." She gave a small chuckle, then just very abruptly an idea struck her. One of those great ideas you only have when honestly quite a bit drunk. "...do you want to sleep with me?"

[Grig Rosenthal]

Greg nearly spat out his drink. "W-what?! Really? Like for real?" Greg was dumbfounded. All this time, he never knew that she was interested in him, let alone thought about him like that. If he had known...alright, he probably wouldn't be able to muster up the courage to ask her out, much less proposition her. His heart beat fast and heavy, and his hands shook. "O-ok-kay,s-s-sure, yeah, totally, yes. I-if you want me to." He tripped his knees and breathed heavily "Oh God, here we go, okay." He stood up to undress,but he stumbled over his shoes,just barely catching himself. He was a little bit drunk. Greg decided to sit back down. Stroking Shaan's cheek, he kissed her, leaning so far forward that they fell back together.

[Shaan C. Vladislav]

Shaan stifled a laugh as he looked in utter shock, a small smirking smile coming over her face. It was certainly a sight to see and he tried to stand up, god he got even more awkward and endearing. She sighed a happy and content little sigh as she pulled off and tossed her shirt to the side. Honestly, she was so much more nervous than she had let on, her hands trembling was enough proof of that, but she had already said it and in her drunk little brain it was a good idea.

She looped an arm around his shoulders as he kissed her and fell back with her. Well first kiss was a go, it was nicer than she had expected, there wasn't anything she was getting from this, no money, no items, no safety. It was because she simply wanted to. She broke the kiss after a minute and decided to just take the lead and grab the hem of his pants. With a deep inhale she just.. went for it

And this is the nono bits, no none of this. there is hue here. much hue. None ya can read tho.

Shaan lay in bed as the sun was rising, clinging to the man she had spent the night with. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times, her head was a little sore and she felt just a bit sluggish. None the less she noted there was a body in her bed. Greg. She blinked a few times and simply let that set in. Greg of all people? She didn't think he had it in him, she was happy to be wrong. She was also amused to note a little purple bruise on his neck, well a few of them. That was gonna be hilarious to explain, so she gently nudged him, hoping to rouse him.

[Grig Rosenthal]

"Mmmph,..f*** Manischewitz" he groaned, slowly waking up from a dream argument that he had been nudged out of. Greg's stomach was uneasy and his eyes were bleary and bloodshot. The rest of his body was slightly damp with sweat. With one hand, he rubbed his eyes and saw that Shaan was next to him. "Oh, hey Shaan, good morning",  he murmured sweetly. Greg suddenly shot up, realizing that what happened last night was not a dream. "S***, hi. What's uh, what's up?" We did the do. "Did you sleep well?" We did the do. "Say, do you have coffee? We could probably use coffee." We did the do, we did the do we did the do, we did the do, "We did the do." Greg freezed. He could not believe that sentence came out of his mouth. " I-I-I'm so sorry. I didn't m-mean to be weird, it's just that, well, you're so cool and smart and pretty, and this was my first time, and, and..." Greg sighed, covering his face in embarassment. "I'm such an awkward mess."