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Week Name/Date/Time: "Keep Your Friends Close" / Sunday 19 March, 2006 / 2:23 pm
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Margie

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Speaking of fiasco, Troy had drunkenly tried to make out with the Head Girl and ended up falling asleep on the floor of the Prefect's Bathroom. Who KNOWS what else he did.

He would have been a bit more embarrassed had he not woken up dripping wet, covered in bubbles, in only his boxers, with the worst headache he'd ever felt in his life. The more embarrassing part? He woke up outside the DOOR of the bathroom.

He proceeded to try to soak the headache out, staying in the tub, realizing it wouldn't exactly work. In defeat, feeling like even his eyeballs hurt, Troy wrapped his head up in a towel and stumbled on back to Ravenclaw tower, wearing only a huge, comfy blue towel.

He wore those alarmingly often, really.

Trudging in through the portrait hole, he rubbed his eyes and wanted to find Noah to go get him some food, anything to soak up the alcohol, seeing the fire off by the couch. He walked near it, flopping to the floor and lying there in front of it lamely, not noticing Margie on the couch.

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Margie didn't hear anyone coming into the common room. She had closed her eyes in hopes that maybe if she just blocked everything else that would make her go to sleep. At this point she didn't care if she woke up with antlers on her head, anything to help her just get a wink of sleep would be good.

When she opened her eyes though, there was suddenly some big bloke in only a towel lying on the floor. She gave a loud yelp, moving back into the couch more, her heart starting to race. Oh bloody Merlin how did he get there? Why was he in a towel?

Her face immediately turned an intense bright red as she tried to look anywhere but at him. He was only wearing a towel! The Head Boy! The crazy Quidditch captain! Blimey just kill her now, seriously.

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((OOC: HAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD, I SOOOO meant to type that he walked in in his robe! DID NOT REALIZE THAT UNTIL NOW. Freudian slip, dude. But I'm keeping it!! It's funnier if he's in his towel!))

Troy raised his arms over his head, stretching and rubbing his eyes as he groaned. Of course, until he heard a yelp and a scurrying noise. He bolted upright, realizing he hadn't even looked around to see if anyone was around.

Not that at this point, he really cared whether or not anyone saw him wrapped up in his towel-toga.

. . .Then again, when did he actually care about any of that? Never, really.

On sitting up, his skull throbbed a bit more in pain and he flopped back to the floor with a pained whine, seeing Margie Staten sitting on the couch. He smiled apologetically and nodded at her, unwrapping the second towel around his hair and putting it over his body. For. . .prudence? Something? "G'morning, Margie dear," he murmured, closing his eyes and lying back down.

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((OOC: LMAO Oh those Freudian slips ;D))

If Margie had known that he would bolt upright and look around? She probably wouldn't have yelped. Great now he knew she was there and probably saw her red face and god why now?

Of course if her mind and mouth were a bit bolder she might actually point out that she wasn't complaining about the state of his wardrobe. It was nice to look at. But thank Merlin she wasn't that tired yet. Or else she might think that something had happened to her brain.

Plus she shouldn't be thinking those thoughts. No no no. Those were not good. It was...oh bugger she should just stop while she's ahead.

"M-m-m-morning," she managed to stutter out, slightly glad that he had put the other towel over his body. Plus his eyes were now closed and he was lying down. That made it much better. Now she could just blush and look away awkwardly in her own world and not have him know about it.