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.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Okay," she acquiesced. "But you wanna get drunk and forget how twitchy we are? Because that's what I'd like to do. And maybe we can make out. Keep our minds off it."

[tripledmyself]

"Maybe," he relented slightly, sitting down on his bed and twisting off the bottle cap. "I don't know though. I've slept like shit and I've got a headache. I don't know what I want to do."

[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona took a seat and scooted behind him, brushing a hand along his neck before pressing her hands between his shoulder blades and working her thumbs in against his muscles to relieve a little tension. "I know. I'm sure I look like shit, and I'm all twitchy and haven't slept well. This is like the island's way of telling us we should have listened in DARE."

[tripledmyself]

"What the fuck's DARE?" Nathan asked, squirming under her hands slightly because his muscles were tense and that hurt but he eventually did relax. "That some weird American thing?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Drug and Alcohol Resistance Education," Ramona recited, rubbing circles against his back. "I guess it must be an American thing, yeah. A police officer comes in your classroom when you're in, like, fifth grade and teaches you about the evils of pot and coke and ecstasy and 'shrooms and even tobacco, and you learn about peer pressure and crap. Clearly I took it all to heart. And dammit, I really hope that stuff all comes back. I had pure X that I was saving for a special occasion."

[tripledmyself]

"Please, I went to school in fucking Ireland," Nathan said, rolling his shoulders and tipping his head back to drink half of that tequila in one go. His liver thanked him verily. "Was your cop hot? Did you have thoughts of getting diddled by the local law enforcement?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I was eleven!" she protested, kneading his neck with one hand and reaching for his bottle with the other. "So, no, he was old and gross. I might be into it now."

[tripledmyself]

Nathan held onto the bottle, glancing at her from over his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing? You told me to drink and now you're taking it from me? Is this a test?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I just want you to share," she sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss behind his ear. "That's all. I want something stronger than beer."

[tripledmyself]

"That bloody tickles," he said, squirming away and letting the bottle go as he did. "Did you snort something? I'm ready to cut my fucking toes off and you're acting like I'm a fucking teddy bear."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I wish I had," she said, pulling back and taking the bottle with her to take a long swig. "I'm trying to fucking distract you, jackass. Stupid me, thinking you might like a back massage or affection to take your mind off things."

[tripledmyself]

"I'm in a bad fucking mood," he groused, shaking his head and rolling his neck on his shoulders. "Don't act like this is somehow my fucking fault because I can't shake it. You can blame the fucking voodoo magic this island likes to play at."

[dabblinginbitch]

"I'm not blaming you, but I'd appreciate it if you'd quit sniping at me," she replied, hissing after taking another drink. "I'm just trying to fucking help it for both our sakes."

[tripledmyself]

"Yeah, I get it but stop it," Nathan said, shaking his head. "You don't need to distract me, all right? You're just making me twitchy because I know I'm not reacting how you want me to because I feel bad. Can't you just be here and chill or something? You don't need to jump through fucking hoops."

[dabblinginbitch]

"It's not jumping through hoops, Nathan," she said, handing back the bottle before tipping back to flop on his bed. "It's how I know to show you I care, and I sympathize, and it's distracting for me, too, okay? That's all." She paused, and added, "Don't worry about your reactions. It's sweet of you to, though, I guess."