Lawn of the Dorms | Late, Late, Late Night (2am EST)

[death_and_pies]

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to

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[decoder_rings]

This was not how Hannibal wanted to spend his night. He was more intent on sleeping with his girlfriend and having nice, dirty dreams. He did not want to be standing in the rain, wearing only his shorts and a t-shirt.

Already soaking wet and he'd only been out there a few minutes. This was going to be a wonderful night.

[golden_rising]

"How often do they do this to us?" Serena stood in her tank top and pyjama pants, barefoot in the grass. "Please tell me this doesn't happen more than once a semseter."

[decoder_rings]

"This is only the second one since I've been here," he said, smiling at Serena when he spotted her. "Not having fun?"

[golden_rising]

It wasn't bad, actually. It was raining, yes, but she and Blair had run through Central Park in worse. It wasn't actually cold and all things considered...

"The ground's getting muddy. We could start a good game of barefoot tag."

Why not have fun with it?

[decoder_rings]

"Barefoot tag, huh?" he asked, glancing down at their bare feet. "You trying to hustle me? Sounds like you've done it before."

[golden_rising]

"Me?" Serena could play innocent with the best of them. In fact, likely better than most, her look angelic, but her eyes sparkling. She reached out and touched his arm. "You're it."

[decoder_rings]

"You'd better get a headstart," he said, already laughing. "I'm surprisingly quick and competitive."

[golden_rising]

"Yeah?" She grinned, already rocking on the balls of her toes, her grin wide, "You just try to catch me. I'm looking forward to the competition."

With a laugh she was off, squeezing through a crowd of people like only a New Yorker could.

[decoder_rings]

Well, hey, if he could make some fun out of a fire drill, he was going to. Once she'd had a decent head start, he took off through the crowd, slipping and sliding and trying to keep the blonde head of hair in sight.

And, you know, not slip and fall on his ass.

[golden_rising]

Not falling was actually harder than it looked. First there were people to navigate her way through, and the glass was actually a lot slippier than she'd expected. Serena was soaked through, and breathing a bit heavily when she turned and saw Hannibal too close.

"Haven't caught me yet," she called out anyway, her voice bright and high.

[decoder_rings]

"Game's not over yet," he said, slipping a bit as he neared but reaching out towards her anyway in an attempt to tag her.

[golden_rising]

"No it's-" her word turned into a yelp as she turned away and slipped, reaching out to grab his arm to steady herself, trying to stop her fall.

[decoder_rings]

Well, he'd tagged her but now he was too concerned with trying to catch her and prevent her from falling on her ass now. She got his arm with her grab and he tried to get the other one over there as quickly as possible to steady her.

[golden_rising]

He had tagged her, but she didn't care. Serena was still laughing, even as she slipped, falling to her knees. "Alright, alright, I'm out of practice."

[decoder_rings]

"But are you all right?" he asked, kneeling down with her and rubbing some water out of his eyes. "Just out of breath, right?"

[golden_rising]

"Absolutely," her laughter had subsided, her hand still on his arm. She was soaked, her hair was plastered across her face, and she was having a great time. "I can't believe you got me there."