It was about three in the morning. There was absolutely no reason to be awake at such an hour, but that did not keep one girl from staggering down the hallway
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((OOC: I'm gonna have her wander around a little bit more. Partly because some of the other girls wanted in on this thread, and partly because that'd help avoid Cass and Roxy having to RP with one another when whoever it is helps Jessie up to her room.)) XD
Uneven steps carried the biker babe to the end of the hallway, stumbling forward in whatever direction Cassarah had been so kind to point her in. Once faced with a wall, Jessie took a turn to the right...only to find another wall. Again she turned to the right, and eventually came upon a door. Soon she had disappeared from sight.
Though her room was the first one on the second story, her door was actually the second door. The first, of course, led downstairs back down to the first floor. By the time she was in the stairwell Jessie had forgotten why she was on the stairs. Must have been on the wrong floor of something?
The door opened to lead her into another hallway, this one looking just like all the others. Certain that she was in the right place, or at least as certain as she could have been under the circumstances, the blonde stumbled forward...almost falling into the doorway of the next dorm room she encountered.
Like probably most Slayers, as well as a trained soldier, Nashira was a light sleeper. The smallest abnormal sound was enough to wake her up at any time of the night, should the case be that she was under attack.
The sound of someone falling against the door of her room was certainly abnormal enough for Nashira to immediately bolt up in bed, gun ready in case she had to defend herself. But she could not spy any intruder in the room, and the soldier girl allowed her guard to be a bit lowered. But she still picked up noises from just outside her room; maybe they were trying to get in?
Well, she certainly was not going to let anyone in her room that had no right to be there. And if Cassarah somehow managed to get down here and thought it was 'funny' to have a nice midnight chat...
Nashira opened the door, though against all expectations, her eyes did not fall upon either Cassarah or an unwelcome intruder. The person in question was unwelcome for having interrupted her sleep so rudely, but Jessie was a student here as well and could thus hardly qualify as 'intruder'.
The younger girl raised an eyebrow at the drunken blonde. "Just what do you think you are doing?" she then demanded, not really expecting any kind of coherent answer.
Leaning against the door did little to help support the girl who crashed into it. Not when that door was suddenly opened, allowing Jessie to spill into Nashira's room like so many toppled bottles of beer before. Stumbling forward, arms that once grasped for the door reached out and caught the Slayer by her shoulders, too awkward and random to really be grappling her yet struggling to find any handhold they could. Jessie, however, hardly seemed to notice and did not seem to care.
"Ahm DRANKIN!" It was perhaps her most honest and most coherent response yet. A giggle turned into a chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as unfocused green eyes looked upward at the girl she used to support her weight. "Come ohn, you wanna dranhk suhm, tooh...?" A wide smile crawled across her face. "It'll be, be fuhn...."
Nashira turned her head to one side when Jessie fell into her arms. She could live with the physical contact, but her nose was rather offended by the unpleasant waft of alcohol coming from Jessie's breath.
"Yes, I already figured that. You are obviously quite drunk," the soldier stated rather coldly. "But why are you here before my room and what are you doing in my room? Go drink somewhere else. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. You may not have any early classes tomorrow, but that doesn't mean the rest of us don't."
"Buh is my room," she mumbled, her hair still a mess and clothes rumpled and wrinkled. "See? This on open. So is mah room."
It made sense, to her at least. If she was on the stairs then that meant she needed to go to a different floor. And if the door opened for her, then it wasn't stuck like the last one she tried. Though she wasn't certain exactly who this other girl was, or why she was in her room waiting on her. Ah well. She'll figure it out later.
Jessie slid out of her jacket, finding it to be rather warm for some reason. As the black leather was pulled away, one could see that her shirt was partially untucked, a loose tail hanging out from her hip and the buttons fastened in completely the wrong holes or sometimes skipped altogether. "Phshhhhhht," came a dismissive sound from the party girl. "Ho need classhes," she slurred out her response. "You, needa loosehn hup." Now standing upright the part-time dancer raised her long, slender arms over her head, shaking her hips once as if to suggest dancing. "Learn, live a little, haf som fuhn."
The Slayer did not move, not even her facial expression changed a bit, when Jessie began to undress herself a bit and dance back towards her.
"No," she contradicted in her logical reasoning voice, "this is not your room, it is mine. And you may not think classes are important, but I came here to study, not to get drunk and act weird. I would very much appreciate it if you left me alone and found your own room, because I want to sleep."
Jessie tried to match that stern look with an intimidating one of her own, but in her stupor she just looked embarrassingly silly as she made faces at the Slayer. "Don, gotta be such a buzzkill," she murmured, leaning towards the girl slightly as she spoke. Perhaps she leaned a bit too much, because she then wobbled and worked to steady herself.
"Meh," the blonde said, disapproving of that firm and unchanging stare. "Youre, no fuhn a'tall." She raised her hand to take another swig of her bottle...only to find that her hand was empty. "Eh?" Deeply confused, she blinked a few times as if to clear her eyes, knowing that she was just holding a drink.
There was only one answer to her newest problem - the only problem that she seemed concerned with at the moment. "Beer run!" Turning, she again walked on uneven steps towards the door. "Dohn, wait up foh me baby. Ahm, gonna go grab 'nother drink."
Nashira watched the blonde leave, inwardly sighing, for she knew that Jessie would probably cause even more students to be up this late at night. She shook her head and closed her door. Such behaviour, how could the school allow that? Such people were selfish, thinking only about their own needs and not concerned the least bit about how they might disturb others at this unseemly hour. Nashira just hoped Jessie would not be back to bother her again.
Uneven steps carried the biker babe to the end of the hallway, stumbling forward in whatever direction Cassarah had been so kind to point her in. Once faced with a wall, Jessie took a turn to the right...only to find another wall. Again she turned to the right, and eventually came upon a door. Soon she had disappeared from sight.
Though her room was the first one on the second story, her door was actually the second door. The first, of course, led downstairs back down to the first floor. By the time she was in the stairwell Jessie had forgotten why she was on the stairs. Must have been on the wrong floor of something?
The door opened to lead her into another hallway, this one looking just like all the others. Certain that she was in the right place, or at least as certain as she could have been under the circumstances, the blonde stumbled forward...almost falling into the doorway of the next dorm room she encountered.
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The sound of someone falling against the door of her room was certainly abnormal enough for Nashira to immediately bolt up in bed, gun ready in case she had to defend herself. But she could not spy any intruder in the room, and the soldier girl allowed her guard to be a bit lowered. But she still picked up noises from just outside her room; maybe they were trying to get in?
Well, she certainly was not going to let anyone in her room that had no right to be there. And if Cassarah somehow managed to get down here and thought it was 'funny' to have a nice midnight chat...
Nashira opened the door, though against all expectations, her eyes did not fall upon either Cassarah or an unwelcome intruder. The person in question was unwelcome for having interrupted her sleep so rudely, but Jessie was a student here as well and could thus hardly qualify as 'intruder'.
The younger girl raised an eyebrow at the drunken blonde. "Just what do you think you are doing?" she then demanded, not really expecting any kind of coherent answer.
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"Ahm DRANKIN!" It was perhaps her most honest and most coherent response yet. A giggle turned into a chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as unfocused green eyes looked upward at the girl she used to support her weight. "Come ohn, you wanna dranhk suhm, tooh...?" A wide smile crawled across her face. "It'll be, be fuhn...."
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"Yes, I already figured that. You are obviously quite drunk," the soldier stated rather coldly. "But why are you here before my room and what are you doing in my room? Go drink somewhere else. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. You may not have any early classes tomorrow, but that doesn't mean the rest of us don't."
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It made sense, to her at least. If she was on the stairs then that meant she needed to go to a different floor. And if the door opened for her, then it wasn't stuck like the last one she tried. Though she wasn't certain exactly who this other girl was, or why she was in her room waiting on her. Ah well. She'll figure it out later.
Jessie slid out of her jacket, finding it to be rather warm for some reason. As the black leather was pulled away, one could see that her shirt was partially untucked, a loose tail hanging out from her hip and the buttons fastened in completely the wrong holes or sometimes skipped altogether. "Phshhhhhht," came a dismissive sound from the party girl. "Ho need classhes," she slurred out her response. "You, needa loosehn hup." Now standing upright the part-time dancer raised her long, slender arms over her head, shaking her hips once as if to suggest dancing. "Learn, live a little, haf som fuhn."
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"No," she contradicted in her logical reasoning voice, "this is not your room, it is mine. And you may not think classes are important, but I came here to study, not to get drunk and act weird. I would very much appreciate it if you left me alone and found your own room, because I want to sleep."
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"Meh," the blonde said, disapproving of that firm and unchanging stare. "Youre, no fuhn a'tall." She raised her hand to take another swig of her bottle...only to find that her hand was empty. "Eh?" Deeply confused, she blinked a few times as if to clear her eyes, knowing that she was just holding a drink.
There was only one answer to her newest problem - the only problem that she seemed concerned with at the moment. "Beer run!" Turning, she again walked on uneven steps towards the door. "Dohn, wait up foh me baby. Ahm, gonna go grab 'nother drink."
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