Room of Requirement.

[christianish]

The Ramones were playing. Danny thought he'd had a heartattack when he saw the phonograph, and his grin eclipsed itself when he shuffled over to a shelf and read the record titles. This room was, in a word, amazing

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[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick stormed behind the bar counter, pressed hands against the edge of the countertop, and immediately fell to his knees. Teeth clenched as fingertips dug into the cold wood. He sobbed, then immediately brought a hand down to cover it. He didn't want to cry. Not here, not now, not infront of everyone who now had a pretty good idea of what he'd been hiding for five years now.

[violeteyewonder]

Daciana walked up to where Patrick was standing hunched over the bar, the sight quickly sobering her.

"Are you all right?" she asked quitely, coming to stand next to him and trying to look him in the eye. "Is there something I can do?"

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick quickly ran fingertips over his cheeks, looking almost terrified that she had seen him like this. "I ah, um.." he stammered out, then simply just placed hands over his face again. With a sigh, he groaned "..fuck, Daciana. I'm fucked up. And I've fucked everything up. Everything. Fucking.. fuck.. goddamnit all.."

[violeteyewonder]

Daciana put her hand on his back and tried to look him in the eye. "You're preaching to choir. Seriously, no matter how fucked up you think you are, I'm sure I could match you blow for blow, drop for drop. And who cares who messed everything up? It just gets fucked up anyways, who cares who starts it? It's not your fault," she said, and then she stopped pausing, before continuing. "If it's anyone's fault, it's all of our's for being here, at this party. No one person did it."

She started to rub his back with her hand, "Tell me, what can I do?"

[patfiddlesticks]

"No.. there's nothing you can do." he replied, turning pleading eyes to her as he placed hands on her shoulders. "Daciana, I really did this. I did a bad, horrible thing. Remy's going to.. he's going to kill me. I don't blame him. Danny's never gonna talk to me again. Andra probably won't either. Fuck. Bother and fuck. This is horrible. So, so bad."

He turned a bit of a circle in complete anguish, then lowered himself to the floor, sitting with his back against the glass casing. Legs drew up to his chest and arms wrapped around them. He was trembling- shaking, possibly crying.

[violeteyewonder]

Daciana lowered herself to the ground, kneeling beside him. "Loving someone isn't a crime. They'll forgive you. They may be mad, they may be hurt, but if they ever loved you, even just the tiniest bit in the most platonic way, they'll still forgive you. You may have fucked up really bad, but they'll still forgive you," she said, trying to snap him out of it.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Oh fuck." he said suddenly, then looked up at her. "Andra? Is she still asleep?"

The only thing worse than accidently making his feelings for his roommate perfectly clear would be making them clear with Andra there to hear it. As if his chances with here weren't teetering already...

[violeteyewonder]

Daciana thought for a moment, before responding, "Yes, I'm pretty sure she is. I mean, she still was when I was over there."

[patfiddlesticks]

"She made out with Danny." he added. "Not on. Tonight is terrible. He was grabbing her chest, Daciana. And then he made out with me, and then he stopped, and then I said something stupid, and now Remy is going to kill me. I'm dead. So dead."

His head fell back a bit, hitting the glass with a thud. Eyes rolled up, staring at the ceiling. "He left with Remy. What was I thinking? Of course. This is silly. I'm retarded."

[violeteyewonder]

Daciana was at a loss. She had no idea what to say to this poor boy who was obviously in turmoil.

"You're not retarded," she said, quietly. "You have done something that you think is stupid, but you are not mentally deficient. They don't let those sort into Ravenclaw."

She paused, and looked at her hands, trying to think of something more to say. "Remy won't kill you. He may be angry, and he may be jealous, but he won't kill you. Danny won't let him."

[andraleigh]

Andra had been sitting in an absolute daze since Remy's jumped from his spot, causing her already swimming head to bob around a bit until she could clear it. Watching briefly, analyzing what she could.... she realized what was happening. She stood on wobbly legs, looking around for Patrick. Spotting him next to Daciana, she made her way over.

"Pat," she started, not really knowing what to say. It was hard to tell who was the most hurt, who the most betrayed.... It was so bloody hard.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick's brow furrowed in worry and hurt as he looked up from Bri and Daciana to see Andra. "..fuck.." he muttered, once again, then brought a hand up to rub his forehead. "..this is terrible. I'm so sorry, Andra. So, so sorry.."

[patfiddlesticks]

"Andra.." he murmured as he reached up and placed his hand against her cheek. "I swear, Andra, it's not how it looks.. I swear."

He was worried and scared and hurt and all he knew is that he wanted another drink and to cuddle up with someone who actually did care for him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but immediately shut it, eyes going wide. "...bloody hell, is that Tristan?" he asked suddenly, referring to a new, familiar voice.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Andra." he said again, feeling worry knot up in his chest as she avoided him. "Please, Andra. No. No no. It's not like that. You're hurt, I can tell. Fuck, Andra, I'm sorry. Please look at me."

His voice almost sounded frantic as he caught her hand and arm and brushed knuckles over her cheek, doing almost anything he could think of to make just the right contact to gain her attention again.