Round Two | action, Quad

[werepanther]

[It's late at night - close to curfew - and Tom's sitting on the grass in the Quad. Beer bottle in hand, he counts the stars before chugging down another sip or two. There's actually a lot of things wrong with this picture: for one thing? Tom's still on alcoholic probation. As in, he's not supposed to touch the stuff.

Yet he did. And he's currently on his second bottle. Crap.

Tom's not really one for talking - especially when he's in werekitty form - so he won't notice people right away. Still, it's a little hard to miss a 6' tall werepanther casually chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. He looks up at the sky again, double-checks the number of stars, and then... takes another sip.

So much for upholding his promises.]

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[werepanther]

[Heh. If he could blush, he would--he's definitely not used to all this touching from Lighting, and he kind of likes it. She's improved a lot!] I don't break my promises, Light.

[He laughs, merely cleaning up his mess when she does] Need me to walk you back? I don't mind. [he can brood in his room--it's just much less exciting.]

[ridethe.livejournal.com]

[If he mentions it, she'll huff and blame it on the lack of sleep most likely, but she is trying to get better at comforting people. It's a weird transition.

She inclines her head towards him and shrugs.] Only if you're done here. [Which isn't really what he asked, but hey.]

[werepanther]

[He thinks about it for a moment. Brooding here's better, so he shakes his head.] I'll probably head to the Center in a moment.

Meet me for breakfast tomorrow, then? I promise I won't be hungover. [It's one promise he's managed to keep his whole life: he's too used to the alcohol to really feel the effects by now.]

[ridethe.livejournal.com]

[She nods at that, expecting that answer to begin with.]

Save me a seat. [With that and maybe a small smile, she turns to leave the exact way she came in: steps light and steady.]