Rawr. The random getting drunk with the blonde (I think he's jewish, he seems it anyway) boy was going well. He was telling me a lot of stuff and it was good, until the girls showed up. THey all seemed to like... apear out of nowhere. I got sick of it and left. Well, let's try again. Oh, and his name is Mark.-*Walks to Mark's room* *knocks on door*
Fucking hell, who.. *crosses to the door, leaning his ear against it* Hello? Who is it?
It's me. *leans against doorframe* You gonna let me in or what?
Who's 'me'? *pause* Wait, Faith? *slides open the door* What're you doing here...?
Well, the last time we tried to go have some fun we got interupted. You never finished your story and I never got you drunk. So how about it Mr. Mark, you up for an evening full of mass consumption of alcohol.*cocks head and smiles at him*
*rubs his face, glancing up to her* Um. ... Why are you so intent on getting me drunk, again? I just... *shakes his head* No, you know what? Fine. Sounds good. Because... Here. No. Yeah.
((yeah, for now I'm doing it this way because asterix's make me angry))Faith looked at him, a question in her mind but she decided not to ask it, instead just accepting his answer... for now. She took his hand and smiled at him like a small girl who has just won a prize. She took his hand and smiled wide at him, running down the hall and laughing softly, her laughter light and contagious, as was her enthusiasm. She was excited and she oculd barely explain to herself why. All she knew was she was glad Mark had decided to come along without a fight."Come on. I'll pay." She grinned and pulled him along behind her, smiling brightly at him, the rare smiling lighting up her whole face.
((Haha, okay, strange being))Mark traipsed after, giving a look like he was being forcefully dragged as he followed. "Well, good," he commented weakly. "Had to buy Roger's AZT yesterday - I'm broke."