Room 413 | Late Afternoon | Thursday | September 8

[tripledmyself]

Nathan's plan had been simple. Ever since losing his fucking cigarettes (and his joints, apparently) this morning, he'd planned on going to the mainland after class to score some more. And that had worked! He'd stocked up on cigarettes and was planning on having a party in his bedroom to celebrate but as soon as he got back on the fucking island

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[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona had a bag that was clanking lightly as she tapped on the edge of his doorframe. "Are your smokes still gone?" she asked, and yeah, Ramona was sort of down to the nub on her fingernails, from chewing them. She'd seen better days.

[tripledmyself]

"What do you think?" he asked, not meaning to snap but feeling sort of like he was at his fucking wit's end. "I would be throwing a fucking party if they weren't gone. Bloody...Prohibition! That's what this is, isn't? Prohibition!"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Not yet, it's not," Ramona said, kicking the door behind her as she entered and poured out the contents of her bag onto his bed. Out spilled several bottles -- vodka, rum, tequila, and a couple of beers. "It's not a lot, but my stash under my bed was still there this morning. Mind you, the cigarettes I keep in my winter boots? Totally gone. But these were still around."

[tripledmyself]

"I think I drank all mine yesterday," he said, scrubbing his fingers through his hair and frowning. "I bought like five packs on the mainland and they disappeared as soon I got onto the island. What the fuck's that about? This isn't funny! Some shitty intervention?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I think it's the island fucking with us," she replied, shaking her head as she twisted off one of the caps on the beers. "It's incredibly un-fucking-funny. What do you want to drink? It's the best I can do right now."

[tripledmyself]

"Is everything a good answer?" Nathan asked, rifling through the contents she'd dumped on his bed. "I bet I could drink all of this and not get fucking plastered and I'd still hate this fucking week. I'm gonna get a hotel on the mainland or some shit."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I'm coming with," she replied, shaking her head. "And you'll get at least a little bit of a buzz. For fuck's sake, you're not immune to tequila. Drink. You'll feel better."

[tripledmyself]

"No, I won't," he said sullenly but did reach for one of those bottles. "There is no feeling better. It's been over a fucking day. What if they never come back?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"They have to," Ramona said firmly. "Don't you think like that, Nathan. They'll come back, and I'll get to die an early death due to lung cancer, and everything'll be as it should be."

She paused, taking a sip from her beer, and added, "I miss pot, though."

[tripledmyself]

"When did you get to be so fucking optimistic?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "That a new thing or is this just the you that you've been keeping hidden?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I like how my getting to die of lung cancer is optimism," she noted, reaching out to clasp his face between her hands. "Baby, I have to be optimistic right now, or I will go crazy. Come on. Delude yourself with me."

[tripledmyself]

"Maybe I wanna be pissy and mad," Nathan said, making faces in an attempt to move her hands around. Hey, his face, his rules! "Maybe the island will get pissed and give me back my bloody cigarettes!"

Such a pissy bitch.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Stop being a pissy bitch," she replied, pinching his cheeks just to be obnoxious. "Come the fuck on, or I'm taking my booze and leaving."

[tripledmyself]

"Don't tell me what to fucking do," Nathan said, glaring. "If I wanna be a pissy bitch, I will be a pissy bitch. It's my right as king of this fucking room. If I wanted to strut around nude, I could do that too!"

[dabblinginbitch]

"And no one here would object to that," Ramona reminded him gently, raising a brow. "But hi, I brought you booze and sympathy. Don't take it out on me. Bitch out someone you hate. Or about someone you hate. Just not me, okay?"

[tripledmyself]

"I'm not taking it on you," Nathan argued, making a face. "You happened to walk into my room and I was already like this. The aura of my room was already pissy."

He moved his arms around gesturing to the entire room. "So, that's what's going on here. It's not taking it out on any-fucking-one. It's just going with the flow of the room."