Notice anything... different? GAUWHEISOAJAWKWK EHEHEHEHEH))

She grabbed the water and took the pill, taking another sip as a chaser. "Mm, that isn't a bad idea." She set the water on the bedside table. "I am most definitely contemplating it."

"Meeee too." He pulled his feet up and laid down.

Are they going to talk and be mature or we le skippeth?))

Luke walked off out of the room, he'd wanted to ask Adam about something and figured he might get an answer from the bar. Knowing Adam, he'd have a taste for the crap at the bar. He slipped in and looked around, soft music, chatter and glass hitting tables and other glasses. He glanced around and didn't see him yet in the dimly lit room. He walked over toward the bar, sitting on a stool. "Hey, you seen Adam?" There was silence from the bartender. BT "The old one or the young one?" He grinned at the sense of humor. "The young one." The bartender nodded. BT "He ain't here right now. I'd probably hang around for a little, he usually comes here a little later." He nodded. BT "Do you want a drink or not?" He gave a mild shrug. "Just a small one." And there it was, a medium sized glass with some shitty alcohol. Then there came a girl, a blonde, about 5'6 with soft features and a kinder voice. Sheee totally caught him off guard as she started talking, a smooth and gentle voice. They hadn't been talking for too long before she went all in. She kissed him on the lips, it lasted a little bit. He blinked as she pulled away, murmuring something about nice kisses. He finished his beer, unsure of what to say. "Well Heather, I think my reason for being here has left me all alone, so I best get back." He said, gently waving. He mostly just wanted to leave to save himself awkwardness, and he felt a little drunk which was what he wanted to avoid. He started walking back to his and Mercy's room. Heather was unaware he slept in the same bed as another girl, following him quietly to his room. He started to feel nauseous, blinking heavily as his vision unfocused a bit as he walked. Then he started to lean on the wall a little as he walked. He opened his door and almost shut it but not quite, staggering into the bedroom area before he fell to his hands and knees dizzy. Heather snuck in behind him with a malicious smile and put her hand on his back till she saw Mercy.

Luke hadn't been gone for that long, and Mercy had been going over the whole "to date or not to date" thing over and over in her head. She was on the verge of changing her mind again when Luke stumbled in. Mercy hopped off the bed and was almost at his side when the blonde walked in behind him. She watched her put her hands on his back, watched her malicious smile fade away. "You better take your hands off my fucking boyfriend right now or you won't have any hands to take back." She snarled. She didn't know what possessed her to say that, but it sounded better than "Get your hands off my roommate". Mercy raised her eyebrows at the girl, looking absolutely fucking livid. "And while you're at it, get the FUCK. OUT!"

Heather stood up defensively. H "He calls tramps like you his girlfriend? I thought he had standards!" She growled. H "At least he liked it better when I kissed him." She said, backing away at the sound of her yell. Then she ran out and slammed the door behind her. Luke rolled onto his back, blinking hard. He rubbed his face. "Holy shiihh, I'm your boyfriend? Thas so cool, I like that." His voice was a bit slurred but mostly understandable. "Wait do I know you? Your face is so nice I think I've seen it before," He vaguely pointed at her.

"This tramp didnt have to FUCKING DRUG HIM TO- Wait, you ki-?" She paused, blinking down at him and flushing red. "Uhm, you do?" She crouched down, tilting her head at him. "Well, yeah, you know me." She chuckled at his drugged compliment. "Thanks. But I'm just Mercy. Anyhow, come on, lets get you into bed, druggie." She smiled, gently grabbing the hand that was pointing up at her. "You ready? All you have to do is stand."

He took her hand, his grip was incredibly loose like it was gonna slip if he pulled too hard, but he pulled himself up kinda, turning to lean on his knees before Mercy would drag him off to their bed. He laid on his back and stared up at her. He gained his pitiful look. "I'm sorry I kissed her," this expression was the equivalent of ":(". "she kissed me first but I didnn stop her even though I wanned to."

She was about to walk off so she could shut off the lights, pausing as he began to speak again. She bit her lip. It only hurt, like... a lot. She didn't know why, since they weren't actually dating, but his apology made it better. She couldnt blame him, especially if he was this bad when it happened. She smiled down at him. He looked so pitiful as he begged for forgiveness he didn't need, it was kind of adorable. "It's okay. I understand." She nodded soothingly, leaning down to give him a light kiss on the forehead. "Go to sleep, Luke." She added gently, walking off to shut off the lights. She stood in the darkness for a moment, thinking. Afterwards, she walked back to the bed and crawled in on her side, throwing the blanket over the both of them.

He sighed slightly, even drugged his face flushed slightly red when she kissed his forehead. He turned over to sleep on his stomach, like a child he had his arms tucked under his chest with his hands by his chin and passed out almost immediately.

She'd probably wake up first))