Room 324, Monday Morning

[not_a_parakeet]

"Ohgod."

Warren was awake! Look at that!

"Ohgod ohgod ohgod."

It was entirely possible that he was remembering some of the things that had happened over the weekend.

"Oh noooooooo."

Things like shooting at a teacher, or trying to poison his girlfriend to death, for example. Things like that could probably completely overwhelm the senses.

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[longislandiceme]

It was a still-kind-of-mortified Bobby who made his way back to the room after a rather epic flailing session with Angelica out in a cave.

"Oh my god," Bobby groaned, flopping facefirst on to his bed.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Ohgod," Warren agreed. That seemed to be pretty much a staple of his vocabulary today, after all. "You, too?"

Warren was still face-down on his bed.

Warren had to get up sometime today, for class.

But he didn't wanna.

[longislandiceme]

"My shirt is missing," Bobby grumbled, even though really, that was kind of the least of his worries compared to sleeping with someone who was not his girlfriend. "I liked that shirt."

The italics were out in full force today, it seemed.

[not_a_parakeet]

"My shirts are always missing," Warren pointed out. He wasn't even sure where his shirt from yesterday had gone.

Probably the way of his feather dye.

"I'll get you a new shirt."

Shirts, fortunately, were also easy to replace.

[glacial_witch]

Karla had also had an unpleasant wakeup. She didn't yet know about Warren sleeping with Tony, but she did know about her sleeping with Nathan.

And Seifer.

Or...something. There had been a fade to black and dancing ponies, but things had certainly been leading in that direction before the oh-so-convenient blackness/pony thing.

After an excessive amount of time hiding under her blankets and hoping everything had been a dream, Karla was left with one inescapable conclusion. She needed to go upstairs (damn you, Bobby Drake) and confess what had happened to Warren and hope he understood.

Half an hour later, she'd managed to knock on his door. Yay progress.

[not_a_parakeet]

Ponies? Karla was lucky. Warren and Tony's fade-to-black had involved Poseidon and Wal*Mart paint. For a pair of billionaires, that was insulting.

If hilarious.

Warren glanced at the door. He hadn't oozed in that direction in order to lock it yet, though he had been tempted to throw up a barricade or something. At least until someone came to call him out for, you know, murder.

"It's not locked," he said, maybe a bit grudgingly, when he remembered that the standard response to a knock on the door was... something like that.

[glacial_witch]

Karla heard his tone and winced. Oh Darkness. He was already mad at her. He'd probably heard radio and was preparing to break up with her.

Or worse.

She opened the door, head already hanging and shoulders slumped. "I...just wanted to say I'm sorry," she said from the doorway. "That's all. I'm sorry."

[not_a_parakeet]

... Oh, Karla. Break Warren's heart a little.

For her, though, he'd actually sit up and turn around and face her when he spoke.

"... You are?"

Oh, no. She still didn't know about the things he'd done this weekend!