Tempest eyes Mario up and down, her eyebrow raised slightly. Walking further into the room, she took in her surroundings and looked around some more. Walking over to the wall by the bed she leaned against it. She smirked as she watched him swallow the alcohol. “I hope you’ll be sharing that with me.” She said, a chuckle omitted after. Sliding down the wall she sat herself down on the floor and crossed her legs. Getting out a cigarette from her pocket, she patted around for her lighter. “Shit, you got a lighter?” Tempest asked as she looked up at Mario.
“Nice, eh? How so?” Tempest was intrigued, it wasn’t often she would be out in other people’s rooms, especially with people she hardly knew, it wasn’t one of her habits. But anyone who is a friend of alcohol is a friend of hers, alcohol is technically her best friend.
Mario tossed Tempest a lighter from his night stand. He didn’t smoke, not really, but always kept one handy. You never knew what fire might come in handy for, that was Mario’s theory. He watched as she sat on the floor, internally wishing she’d come sit on the bed with him. He was friendly enough to pretty girls when he was drunk, and damn, was she a pretty girl, and damn, was he drunk- or at least close to it.
He shrugged in response to her question. “Just is,” he murmured, eyes glued to her. He licked his lips a bit and chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought. Thought about how maybe, just maybe, if he got her drunk enough, he might end up getting some action tonight after all- whether she liked it or not.
[nods, opening up her hands showing it to him]
Why not? He’s adorable. Just hold him!
-shudders and takes a step back-
Er, no thanks…
Not much, I have a pet spider.
-raises an eyebrow- Spider?
I um. Don’t like spiders.
MARIO! Seems like it’s been forever, man.
Indeed it does.
Tempest was sat in her room, she rarely ever left there, she never really had reason to leave her room. She was sat on her bed Indian style, with her legs crossed. There was smoking floating around in the room from the cigarette which was lit and hanging from her index and middle finger of her right hand. Bringing the filter to her mouth she took a drag and allowed the smoke to dance around her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling, watching the smoke disperse into the air. Tempest scraped the cigarette against the wall and watched it extinguish. Standing up, James’ shirt fell around her thighs, he had let her borrow one of his shirts as all of hers were still drying from when the Nurses washed them. Walking to her wardrobe she browsed through the pieces of clothing that weren’t wet and changed into a pair of black shorts and shirt which had a picture of the antichrist’s symbol.
Pulling on her black doc martens she didn’t bother with her hair, she liked it better when it was messy like it was, and her eyeliner had run ever so slightly but she was okay with that. Closing her eyes, when she reopened them, she was outside of Mario’s door. Biting on her lip she eyed the door up and down. She didn’t really have many friends - alcohol was her friend, and when she heard that word she stood to attention. Not bothering to knock she floated through the door and looked around his room.
Mario was laying on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, already quite on his way to being drunk. He’d downed half a bottle of vodka, his drink of choice- no shooter, no chaser, just plain old Absolut drunk straight from the bottle. He loved the burn as it slid down his throat; making its way down his chest, it filled him with a warmth he couldn’t get anywhere else. It only came with drinking vodka, and so drink vodka he did.
He raised an eyebrow when the girl suddenly appeared in his room. “Well, then,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow and smirking at her. He took in her appearance and then licked his lips in approval. “So you’re one of those ghosts I hear tell about. Nice. Very nice.” He laughed and took another sip from the bottle he grasped in his hand, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing.
Coolness, see you there then.
Oh yes I will.
Right.. Where are we meeting then?
Mmm, meet me in my room. Yeah?
Wow, okay then. Sure, why not.
Don’t mind me, I’m a mess around pretty girls.