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1 through F › Apt Pupil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,339
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Chapter 7
Chris was only in the Common Room for two hours; long enough to watch Risky Business play on channel thirteen, but not long enough to participate in the card game that had followed. He hated Bullshit and had promised to begin the New Year by running whenever the dog-eared Bicycle deck entered any conversation. He also decided to enter the New Year in the company of a good book following a good half hour “alone” session (that time usually involved a bottle of Johnson’s hand lotion and his good old right hand). However, his New Year plans were ruined when he found the room already occupied.
Todd was cross-legged on the floor surrounded by the remains of his notebook (ripped ink swastikas were visible in the mass of paper). Beside his right hand lay an overturned shot glass and a damp spot, presumably of liquor slowly soaking into the ugly brown carpeting. Todd’s upper body was rocking.
“Todd? Are you okay?” Chris moved slowly towards his roommate, pity and confusion writ large across his handsome features.
“I hate drinking. Al-alcoholics are disgusting.”
“Todd, how much have you had?”
Todd looked at him through bloodshot eyes, a huge (drunken) smile plastered on his skull. He held out the half empty bottle for Chris to see, almost falling down in the process, “This much.”
“Okay buddy, I think you’ve had enough.”
He took the bottle away from him and placed it on the night table between their beds. Turning his attention to the next task, Todd was yanked to his feet and dumped on his bed. A bucket was left beside him, but by this time Todd had already left the waking world.
XXX
Chris lay in bed, listening to Todd’s irregular snorts. Despite this, Chris’ right hand snaked under the elastic waist of his boxer shorts.
XXX
Todd’s drunken slumber was a dreamless one.
Todd was cross-legged on the floor surrounded by the remains of his notebook (ripped ink swastikas were visible in the mass of paper). Beside his right hand lay an overturned shot glass and a damp spot, presumably of liquor slowly soaking into the ugly brown carpeting. Todd’s upper body was rocking.
“Todd? Are you okay?” Chris moved slowly towards his roommate, pity and confusion writ large across his handsome features.
“I hate drinking. Al-alcoholics are disgusting.”
“Todd, how much have you had?”
Todd looked at him through bloodshot eyes, a huge (drunken) smile plastered on his skull. He held out the half empty bottle for Chris to see, almost falling down in the process, “This much.”
“Okay buddy, I think you’ve had enough.”
He took the bottle away from him and placed it on the night table between their beds. Turning his attention to the next task, Todd was yanked to his feet and dumped on his bed. A bucket was left beside him, but by this time Todd had already left the waking world.
XXX
Chris lay in bed, listening to Todd’s irregular snorts. Despite this, Chris’ right hand snaked under the elastic waist of his boxer shorts.
XXX
Todd’s drunken slumber was a dreamless one.