Guadalupe-Reyes Marathon - OTA

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Ric had already technically celebrated Guadalupe Day* when Martini had reverted them all back to adults and now he was sort of celebrating the nine days of Las Posadas**. Though he wasn't technically all that religious, Ric felt that it was important to honour his family by at least acknowledging the various holidays existence and his heritage for

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Kat was in the mess hall when the door between the halls swung open and she spotted Ric. With a beer. Grinning, she made her way to the door and stepped through it, ignoring the startled look from the guard doing his rounds.

Walking up to Ric with a smirk, she tilted her head towards the beer. "Where'd you manage to find that?"

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"Define find." Ric swayed a little as he spoke, he'd steadily worked through most of the beers he had stock piled now and was onto the last six, not to mention everything else he had been steadily drinking throughout the evening. If Kat was really lucky she was going to have the task of helping Ric back to his room, which was really only a few feet away but to Ric is was like miles.

"Would you like one Miss Ghost?" He leant forward and only just about managed to keep upright, having to wave an arm rather dramatically before flopping back against the wall with a smirk. He was wasted. Absolutely wasted.

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Kat's eyebrow fairly well crawled into her hair and she considered him for a moment.

"You've tied more than one on, haven't you Ric?" she asked. He fairly well reeked of alcohol and she stepped closer, shaking her head. Reaching for his beer, she chuckled.

"Any point in getting this absolutely hammered?" she asked, reaching out to steady him.

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"Who me? Hammered? Nahhh." He hiccuped at the end of the 'ahhhhh' part, relinquishing his bottle to Kat and leaning heavily against her as she went to steady him.

"I'm drunk because of Las Posa... Los Posi... Las Posadas." He finally got his words out, slurred and eyes unfocused. "It's religious don't you know Miss Ghost, oh so pretty and fun... yeah fun."

Leaning in to kiss Kat he ended up planting a sloppy kiss against her cheek and then grinning at her broadly. "You wanna join in?"

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"You are so hammered you're nailed, Ric." she laughed at the hiccup, amazed that he was still standing. She slid her arm beneath his shoulders and tried to tug him off of the wall, groaning with the effort.

"You're religiously drunk, is what you are. Now c'mon, before one of the guards decides to try to kick your ass since you're down." she turned her face away from his kiss and rolled her eyes, smirking slightly.

"No, I don't. I think I'm going to get drunk just standing here next to you. You need to sleep this off. If you don't behave, I'm throwing you in a cold shower."

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He finally shifted off of the wall and instead started to lean heavily against Kat. One arm looped around her waist more to support himself than anything else, fingers splayed along her side.

"You think that someone would kick my ass?" He pouted a little at that. "I reckon Logan would, he don't like me much, over grown furball that he is. I mean come on! Who wears mutton chops... other than him and Victor right?" Ric continued to rabbit on as he waved a hand in the air to add emphasis to his point. Whatever it was.

"Shower! Great idea!" With his free arm Ric started to try and unbutton his shirt, fumbling with the material and buttons and not really achieving anything.

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Kat staggered a little as he leaned his weight on her. She wasn't exactly weak, but he wasn't exactly a lightweight. Frowning a little, she pinched his side lightly and scowled. "Hey. Logan's nice. He's gruff, but he's nice. I was talking about the MPs."

She laughed and weaved a bit as he waved and then tried to take off his shirt. "Nooo, not right now Ric. Not right now. We're getting you to bed."

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"Bed!" Ric grinned and staggered away from Kat, tripping up over the bottles he'd discarded and landed with a thump on the floor. He was laughing now, lying there staring up at the ceiling and laughing loudly like an idiot. "Ow! Ugh my head!"

He crawled over to the wall and pulled himself slowly up on unsteady legs, leaning his forehead against the cold, smooth surface and still laughing and giggling (though he'd deny that fact) at how he'd fallen over.

"I love beds. I love my bed actually." He turned so he was leaning against the wall now, stood right by the entrance to his room. "You know what I love more than bed though?"

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Kat winced and scrunched her nose as Ric just fell, and she reached up to rub the bridge of her nose. She was glad she never got quite this drunk. "Ric, c'mon." she groaned, leaning down to try to help him up.

And he was giggling. Shit he was drunk.

"Yes, I know you love beds, Ric. C'mon." she tried to pull him towards his room, not even bothering with the door as she moved to phase him through. "I can only guess." she sighed, laughing under her breath.

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The awed look on his face was still there after Ric was phased through the door. Apparently the trick was even more amazing when he was drunk, though he could distinctly remember it being put to other uses as well.

"I love sleep. I love food. I love snow. I love showers. I love coffee." Ric was busy listing off the things he loved as he started to strip. His shirt got stuck over his head and he fought with it before falling heavily onto the bed and sighing loudly from beneath the material.

"Help..." It was a pretty pitiful sight. "Miss Ghost? Help."

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Kat grinned and nodded as he made his list, sliding her arm away from him, letting him go as he started to take off his shirt. She couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to grab his shirt and phase it off of him easily. She dropped it to the side of his bed and then shook her head, stepping up to the edge.

"Please tell me you can manage the rest, Ric?" she asked, her lips pursed as she tried very hard not to giggle.

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Ric stares up at her, pupils wide and dark from the alcohol coursing it's way through his system. He starts to unbutton his combats, not caring if she was in the room or not.

"I seem to remember you doing this a far more fun away." As he says fun he manages to wriggle out of them just leaving him in his boxers, hair messy and that grin back in place.

"You gonna tuck me in?" He reeks like he's been used as a mop in a brewery.

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Kat didn't particularly care if he stripped down in front of her. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, after all, and she had no intentions of doing anything to him, so it was innocent enough. Pete was here and as far as she knew he'd behaved himself. If he hadn't, there'd be hell to pay, but she knew that after their confessions to one another, it wouldn't be likely.

To his question, Kat grinned and grabbed his blanket, tossing it on top of him, laughing softly. "No, but I will get you a bottle of water and some aspirin or you are going to hate yourself in the morning. You smell like a platoon on the Fourth of July." shaking her head, she moved towards the door. She could find water and aspirin easily enough, she figured.

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He gives her a puppy dog look and yawns loudly, plucking the blanket off of his head.

"Thanks Kat."

And with that Ric is out like a light, his eyes are closed and he's breathing deep and steady (before Kat has barely gotten out the door,) sprawled back on the bed, the blanket thrown haphazardly over himself.

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Kat shakes her head as she leaves, moving towards the kitchen to snag the water, then her own room to snag the aspirin. It doesn't take her a terribly long time and she carefully sneaks back into the men's dorms, glancing at the mess Ric left.

She manages to clean up his mess, ditching the beer bottles as she shakes her head, and she collects the unopened ones and brings them back to Ric's room. Phasing in, she dumps them to the side and then steps over to Ric's bed, smacking him lightly on the face.

"Oi. Wake up you." she laughs, smacking harder the next time.

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The second slap wakes him and with that Ric is sitting bolt up right, still swaying from the alcohol in his body.

"Who! What! Where!? Wha?" He stares at Kat wide eyes and rubs at his jaw.

"You . You hit me?" He sounds shocked, incredulous and a little hurt by that minor fact. Bottom lip already forming into a pout.