Duck Farts {Chris/open}

[Marley Crane]

Finally! Marley was finally finished with her lines. She'd had to memorize some lines for the next play coming up and thankfully she didn't have as many as she did in the last play. Mind you, she loves having interesting parts in plays, but sometimes it's good just to sit back and watch the other actors do their thing. She decided that it was the perfect night to go to The Hurricane. She hadn't been there in a while and it seemed to be practically calling to her all week. She yawned as she walked down the street, heading towards the thumping bass that you could hear from blocks away. Oh yeah, she was going to have fun tonight.

There were bound to be some of her fellow classmates at the club, but she didn't really mind. She didn't think any of them would really come up to her considering a lot of the people she hangs out with on a daily basis aren't big fans of The Hurricane. She used to have more friends that actually went there but since the party last year where she got ass drunk and stripped in front of everyone, her friends decided to kind of fade off into the distance. But whatever. The past is past, right? She made her way into the club, nodding at the guard as she walked in. The heavy bass drummed through her as she walked across the dance floor, headed to the bar. Ah, the lovely bar.

She had chosen to wear a black spaghetti strapped tank top that had lacey straps and was a little longer in length. Along with that, she wore form fitting blue jeans that were faded and had holes in the knees. Also some random flip flops she just slipped on. She didn't really look that special or anything, but she wasn't really there to dance with random guys. She was basically just there to drink. She got to the bar and ordered a Duck Fart which is a shot with Kahlua, Bailey's and Canadian Whiskey. She'd always been a huge fan of Kahlua and Bailey's so she got easily hooked on the shots. After a few minutes, she'd taken about four shots and was already feeling a bit light headed. That's when she saw him. Christopher Carter. Or, she thought it was him. It could be just the alchohol sending her images but she thought that was pretty unlikely since she wasn't drunk.. yet. Chris was one of her best friends and they hadn't come to the bar together in forever. She almost forgot that he came there. When she got her thoughts together, she waved at him, motioning for him to come sit with her.

[Christopher Carter]

Chris was ordering his fourth Black Russian, leaning lazily against the bar and looking around. He loved to people-watch, but tonight he had a different purpose; he was off campus alone for the second time in two days, and it was starting to be a little unnerving. Admittedly he'd been holed up in his room for the past week, working on compositions, but he hadn't noticed his social life slipping through his fingers until it seemed to have disappeared completely. Getting high on his own wasn't top on his list of fun ways to spend a night, so he'd opted instead for the Hurricane, sure that someone he'd spent time with last year would be identifiable among the sea of faces. He was a little light-headed from the cocktails, so his smile was unnaturally wide as he spotted Marley.

"Marley, baby!" he called out to her, scooping his current drink from the counter and walking over to her. He couldn't help but notice how good she was looking, especially in the flashing lights of the club. Chris hadn't tried too hard with his appearance tonight, with black faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt with his beaten leather jacket over the top. He found himself wishing that he'd made a bit more of an effort - Marley might just be a good friend, but she was an attractive good friend. "You look amazing," he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek with a smile. "What the fuck are you doing here on your own?" Chris realised that his question was more than a little stupid, as he himself was alone tonight. However, he had his songwriting excuse at the ready if she reversed the question on him, so his smile didn't falter as he upturned his glass and gulped down the coffee-flavoured drink. Mixing coffee and alcohol was genius in Chris's opinion; two of his favourite things in one, with the added bonus of getting ridiculously drunk. Definately the perfect accessory for tonight's activities.

[Marley Crane]

Marley heard him say her name and then began walking over to her and for some reason, the way he said her name made her want to bust out laughing, but she didn't. She looked at the bartender and asked for another Duck Fart and looked just in time to see Chris sit next to her. He looked handsome tonight. Out of the entire time she'd known him, she'd always loved how that leather jacket looked on him. It just added to his natural attractiveness. He said that she looked amazing and she smiled saying, "Well, love, you don't look half bad yourself." as he kissed her on the cheek. Her grin grew wide as she was handed the Duck Fart and she took the shot, then turned the glass upside down, hitting it lightly on the table. She heard Chris talking and she turned to look at him, listening closely to what he was saying. He asked what she was doing on her own and she looked around, wondering the same thing about him.

Shrugging, she smiled, nodding to the bartender for another shot, looked back at Chris and said, "I finally finished memorizing all my lines and decided I should come out for a drink. Didn't think to call my favorite drinking buddy up." As she was handed another shot, she held it up to Chris, clinking his glass and taking the shot. Setting the glass upside down once more, she burped pretty loud and some people actually heard it over the music. At the looks on people's faces, she broke out into a fit of laughter and snorted once. The instant after she snorted, she stopped laughing. Then, thinking of how she automatically stopped laughing made her break into another fit of giggles. It took her a few seconds to calm down before she nodded to the bartender to signal for another and looked at Chris. "So," she began, burping lighter this time, "What are you doing on your own? Why don't you have a hot date to dance with? This is The Hurricane after all and you are Christopher Carter, are you not?" She raised an eyebrow, watching his expressions and then taking the shot.

[Christopher Carter]

"Thanks, I guess," Chris said, laughing lightly. Something about Marley made him feel at ease; it had always been that way, and he hoped that it would never change. She was his own little chill pill, useful for nights like this when he wanted nothing more than to get as wasted as possible and to have a good time. He ordered another drink as she did, deciding to stick to her drinking pace for the rest of the night. Chris could see that this wouldn't be a problem; they had always drunk in parallel on nights out before, both of them ordering a fresh round as soon as they'd finished their last drink. They'd had some pretty good memories as drinking buddies last year; the incident where Marley had drunk a few too many Cosmos and ended up practically naked in front of the entire Sophomore class sprung to mind, and he chuckled at the memory. Chris downed his fifth Black Russian, slamming the glass down like Marley on the counter and tutting as she mentioned learning her lines.

"Ahh, lines. Things I'd never be able to learn. I can hardly remember what I had for breakfast this morning, how do you memorize twenty pages of dialogue in a few weeks?" Actually this was a lie; he did remember what he'd had for breakfast this morning, but only because it had been four cigarettes, a large mug of coffee and a joint. Chris jumped a little as she burped, grinning at her and starting to laugh as she did. It felt nice to be immature and carefree again, and he ordered another drink when she did, downing it before he answered her. "No hot date because I've been busy as hell," he admitted. "I've been stuck in my room composing on the guitar, so now I'm dateless, and friendless too - until I saw you, of course." He fumbled in his pocket for his cigarettes and put the packet down on the counter, sliding one out and lighting it. "What about you? Been getting any action recently?"

[Marley Crane]

Marley smiled as she watched Chris take a drink with her. He seemed to be really going through those Black Russians. That definitely told her that he drank more than her if he was able to down those like she could down shots. She laughed as he said that he didn't remember what he'd had for breakfast. That was always annoying when you couldn't remember certain things that just happened. She took another shot, downing it and nodding for the bartender to get her another one. She looked back towards Chris when he started talking about being busy as hell and not being able to have a date. Well, that had to be annoying. She knew how much Chris loved the ladies and it had to be frustrated that he couldn't go out with them because of school. She wondered what he had been composing, but before she had the chance to ask, a shot was placed before her and she took it, downing it quick and shaking her head at the bartender, telling him that she was done.

She watched him take a ciggy out and then smiled when he asked her if she'd been getting any action. Sighing, she said, "Well, there's this one guy. Andrew Preston." She smiled as she said his name but then shook her head, trying not to blush and whatnot. "We've been hanging out a lot... and other things." She laughed. It was official.. she was definitely smitten with Andrew. She had a feeling that it wouldn't go further than just friends with benefits, though. That saddened her a bit, but she wasn't going to ask him to give up all the other girls he wanted to just be with her. Then again, he hadn't slept with anyone since they made out in the theater. Not that she knew of, anyway. She looked at the bartender and said, "Bay Breeze, please." then looked back at Chris. "Well, since you don't have any hot dates, I'll be your date tonight." She raised her eyebrows up and down then laughed. As her drink was placed in front of her, she took a long swig and waited for Chris to say something.

[Christopher Carter]

Chris matched her, shot for shot, feeling the alcohol enter his bloodstream and relax every muscle in his body. After the past week of working ridiculously hard, this was exactly what he needed. He remembered the stupid song he'd written for Marley as a joke, about the time they'd spent in this very bar last year, and chuckled to himself as he took his last shot. When she told the bartender she was done, he leaned back in his seat, smoking and letting his eyes flit around the room. When she mentioned Andrew's name, he frowned and his attention went immediately back to her. He'd heard some bad things about Andrew; that he'd hit Addison in his dorm room after homecoming, and that he'd messed around with Elle a couple of weeks back. He wasn't sure what he should say to her, or how much she already knew, and he didn't want to be the one to tell his old friend

"Um, didn't Andrew have some thing with Elle McQueen?" Chris asked her, trying to be casual as he took another drag on his cigarette. He couldn't really blame the guy - Elle was hot - but Marley was hot too, and she was also his friend. Chris didn't want to see her hurt, especially not by someone like Andrew, when it seemed like things could get out of hand so easily. Chris smiled as she made the comment about being his date, and put out his cigarette, reaching for his second - he was suddenly a little anxious, and smoking always helped to calm him down. He decided that humour was the way to go in this situation, so he smiled at her through the small cloud of smoke that was rising from his hand. "Yeah, I'll always be your date. You'll just never let me take you home and show you how my dates always end."

[Marley Crane]

Marley saw him frown slightly when she mentioned Andrew. She didn't think that Chris was the type to hear from people that someone was a certain way and then believe it himself. There had to be something deeper that she didn't know about. She took another swig of her drink and nearly choked on it when he asked if Andrew had a fling with Elle before. Elle and Andrew? Nah. Not that she knew of. Elle was pretty much the girl she couldn't stand the most at the school. But it didn't matter. If they did sleep together and whatnot, it was probably a while ago, so yeah, it didn't matter. She finished her drink and asked the bartender for a Sex On The Beach. Looking back at Chris, she said, "Yeah, maybe. But it was probably like last year or something." She shrugged.

She watched him smoke his cigarette and smiled. She normally couldn't stand smokers but Chris was one of those people that just looked hot when he smoked. That wasn't very common at all, but then again, Chris wasn't common at all. She laughed a little too loud and giggly - due to the alchohol - as he said that he'd always be her date but that she'd never let him take her home. She smirked slyly and looked at the bartender as he placed her drink in front of her. Taking it, she took a long drink and smiled at the flavor. She looked back at him, leaning close and said, "Play your cards right and that could change." She raised an eyebrow then leaned back, taking another drink and smirking lightly.

[Christopher Carter]

Chris frowned again. Admittedly he was a little out of touch with what had been going on for the past few weeks, but he'd definately heard that Elle and Andrew had gotten together - pretty recently, too. He thought things through for a couple of seconds, before deciding not to push it any further. Really it was between Marley and Andrew - if he wanted to tell her Chris was sure that he would, and if he didn't then it was never going to stay a secret for very long. If Andrew really fucked Marley about, then Chris would be the first in line to beat the crap out fo him - he didn't like it when Marley got upset. He felt some kind of strange protectiveness over her, probably because she was a year younger than him, although he'd never admit it to her if she asked. "That's not what I heard," he said simply, ordering a Tequila Sunrise and bringing to his lips when the bartender slid it across the counter to him.

Chris smirked at her as she giggled, and drank the rest of his Sunrise down as quickly as possible. He was feeling more than a little out of it, and he got the feeling that he'd be a lot worse by the time he got back to his dorm room. Chris wasn't sure he wanted to face another night alone in that room - it was starting to make him feel a little claustrophobic. That meant that he had two options; one, he could find the drunkest chick in the bar and go home with her, or two, he could ask Marley if he could crash on her floor. Just like last year, when they'd often stumbled back to her dorm because it was closer to the academy's front entrance, and he'd woken up next to her more times than he could count. It was never sexual, they just passed out with eachother and stayed like that until morning. "Oh really? Well, even if it doesn't change, I need some company tonight - could I crash at yours?"

[Marley Crane]

Marley saw Chris frown once more and she wondered why this was. Seriously there was something he knew that she didn't. It made her doubt something.. mostly made her doubt that Andrew had only been with her in these last weeks. She hated that feeling completely. She looked at him when he said that wasn't what he heard. That scared her. What had he heard? This wasn't good. She sighed lightly and took a sip from her drink, trying to calm her nerves a bit. Not that it should matter, right? I mean her and Andrew never stated that they were going to just fuck each other and no one else, right? Then why did the thought hurt? Shaking her head, she realized that she must look like an idiot, all sad and whatnot. She looked at Chris and asked, "When," she paused, "Umm.. when was it said to have happened between them?"

She finished off her drink and ordered a Midori Sour, burping lightly then turning to Chris when he asked her if he could stay in her room even if things didn't change between them. Laughing lightly, she blinked, seeing that her vision was slightly fuzzy for a second. Ah, the past. She remembered getting ass drunk with Chris last year and they'd usually end up in her room where he would usually sleep on her bed next to her or at times he would either fall off the bed or he'd just sleep there because the cold floor would feel good on his skin. That was sometimes the case with her as well. She remembered times when they'd both be on the floor, trying to cool their bodies off from the alchohol. She nodded and said, "Yeah, of course you can stay over. You're always welcome in my dorm, love." She took a drink of her Midori Sour and that definitely woke her senses a bit. This was the drink that could get her completely ass drunk. She nodded, holding the drink out in front of Chris and said, "Here, try this."

[Christopher Carter]

Chris studied her face, gauging her reaction to what he'd said. It was obvious that she wasn't happy, and he was annoyed at himself for being the one to cause her pain. Obviously it wasn't actually his fault - he wasn't the one fucking Elle, despite the fact that he'd love to be - but he was the one who had brought it up, and had ruined the happy atmosphere of their drunken reunion. Chris ordered another Sunrise, wondering vaguely how high the tab would be tonight. He wasn't exactly strapped for cash, and he hadn't been out for a while, so he could justify this night of drinking in excess. Chris considered for a second before speaking, trying to chose his words carefully so they'd be as painless as possible for Marley. "A couple of weeks ago? I don't think it was anything serious, and it could just be a rumour, but ..." he trailed off. Marley knew that he wouldn't repeat any shitty rumours that he heard around the academy, so there had to be some truth in what he was saying.

He could see Marley thinking about what he'd said about crashing on her floor, and could take a pretty good guess at the images she was conjouring up. Chris passed out on her floor, Chris crawling towards her trash can to empty his stomach, Chris smoking a joint out of her window and nearly falling off it to his death in the process. Some other memories were more vivid - sitting on her bed together drinking vodka and Chris leaning forward to lick a droplet of alcohol off her bottom lip, to name one. "Thanks," he said, distracted by his thoughts of the past. He took the drink she was offering and sipped at it before handing it back. "Holy shit, I like that." he signalled to the bartender to get him a Sour of his own, and then lazily watched as Marley drank hers.

[Marley Crane]

Marley bit her bottom lip and looked down, listening to what he was saying. When he said it could just be a rumor, she looked up at him with her eyebrow raised, fully doubting that it was just a rumor. Chris never said things unless he knew for a damn fact that they could be true. She sighed and looked away, thinking of something.. anything that could get her mind off of the information that she had just learned. A few tears came to her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wasn't one to cry but tears seemed to come up much easier when she was buzzed. Shaking her head, she traced her fingers around the edge of her drink and then took a huge swig of it. The thing that pissed her off the most is that she had no reason to be mad whatsoever. They weren't exclusive and she knew Andrew didn't want to be. So why should she be mad? That pissed her off so bad. She groaned and said, "Ugh. Why should I even care? It's not like there aren't other women that he would want. It makes sense that he'd go after Elle."

Clenching her jaw, she looked at the bartender, ordering another drink and watching Chris fall in love with her Midori Sour. As she watched him, she remembered a bunch of things that they had done when he'd slept over. For one, they always had more alchohol even if they were drunk. Marley had a ton of alchohol under her bed and the ones that came over to just stay the night with her always had fun because she pretty much had a ton of it under there. She remembered when he had come over and they had pretty much laughed the whole night over something stupid that they couldn't even remember. Then she remembered when Chris had brought a joint and they had lit that up while watching Dumb and Dumber. That was an experience that she'd never forget. Oh, then there were the times that they'd be completely ass drunk and they'd ended up making out. That only happened a few times, but strangely enough they'd stayed close friends and had gotten closer during all their drinking experiences. She sighed and took another drink of her Midori Sour and said, "I've missed drinking with you." She smiled really big and said, "Tonight'll be fun!"

[Christopher Carter]

Chris leaned towards Marley, concerned, as he saw her blinking back tears. He'd hardly ever seen her cry, despite the fact that they spent so much time drunk together and doing everything from talking about meaningless shit to spilling their guts about the things that really mattered to them. He remembered the stupid nicknames they'd given eachother last year, which had been created one night while watching Finding Nemo and drinking tequila. She was Marlin, obviously because her name sounded so similar to it, and he was Dory - for reasons he couldn't remember. He was sure they'd made sense at the time, though. He remembered kissing her, and then telling her that it was all wrong - "Marlin and Dory don't kiss in the film!".

"Hey, Marlin, don't be sad. He's not worth it. If you want it to be exclusive, then make it exclusive." He touched her hand gently. "Plus, you know if he really does fuck you about I'll be standing stoned outside his door with a baseball bat at two in the morning sometime soon." He was joking, but only half - he'd like a good excuse to beat the shit out of someone who hurt Marley. The bartender handed him his Midori Sour, and he drank it quickly, letting it burn his throat on the way down. It really was good shit. Chris was so drunk by now that he was swaying slightly in his seat, although he hadn't noticed. "Yeah, tonight will be fun. Wait, do you mean that as in 'good clean fun', or classic Marlin-and-Dory fun?"

[Marley Crane]

Marley noticed Chris leaning towards her and she knew that he saw the tears in her eyes. She rolled her eyes, hating that she had almost cried. She hated crying in front of people which is why she'd taught herself not to do so at all. She smiled softly as she heard his name for her. Marlin. They were so drunk the night that they had given each other nicknames. They'd watched Finding Nemo and Chris heard the name Marlin and he laughed, telling her that was her name now. Then Marley came up with that if she was Marlin, then he'd have to be Dory because he forgets things and he's her best friend. Since then, that's what they'd called each other. She shook her head lightly when he said that if she wanted it exclusive, then she should tell him that. She blew out air, making her bangs fly up only to land against her face once more. She took another drink and said, "He wouldn't want to be exclusive, Dory. Have you seen the girls at this school? Would you want to be exclusive with just one of them?" She sighed, "Seriously, he's interested in a lot of girls. I can't ask him that."

She snickered when he said that if Andrew fucked her around that he'd be outside his door with a baseball bat. His tone told her that he was kidding, but she knew better. He was protective over her and she couldn't say that she hated it. It was nice to know that someone cared enough for her to stand up for her when she couldn't. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek lightly and then pulling back. She tilted her head to the side when he asked what kind of fun they were going to have and she laughed. "Since when have we ever had clean fun? It's going to be our usual, screwed, crazy Marlin and Dory fun. The only kind of fun there is." Looking at the bartender, she ordered a Vodka Tonic. Yeah, she was going to be piss drunk after two or three of those. Once she got it, she drank half of it fast and grinned at the warm feeling going down her stomach.

[Christopher Carter]

Chris sighed, not managing to conceal his smile when Marley called him Dory. "Marlin, I have seen the girls at this school - in fact, I've seen quite a lot of most of the girls at this school - and I know that none of them hold a candle to you. And it's nothing to do with what I'd personally do either, because you know I'm not good at exclusive, so you can't ask me that." He finished the Sour and put the glass back down on the counter. "He's lucky to have you. If you want it to be exclusive, it should be exclusive. You should be the one calling the shots, Marlin. Don't be such a cowardly fish." he'd been serious throughout his little speech, but grinned at the end when he said the lame fish joke.

"It's true, we've never been ones for clean. Unless you count the time you were so out of it I had to drag you into the shower and hose you down with cold water to wake you up," he laughed at the memory. Chris remembered what he'd told Natalie earlier about a party in his dorm room, and checked the time. "Actually, I don't think I'll need to crash at yours tonight. Do you want to come to mine with a few friends? I promised a new girl I'd show her exactly how we party at Gordon Parks', and I can't really do that without your help."

[Marley Crane]

Marley grinned when he said that the girls in the school couldn't hold a candle to her. She listened to him talk and sighed again when he said its her decision whether it should be exclusive or not. She knew that it was. Deep down. But she also knew that Andrew, for one, had never had a girlfriend before. He basically just fucked around with girls and it would be a bit odd for him to just date her. That and she'd said that she wasn't going to get into a solid relationship with anyone until she was out of school. She couldn't go through all the drama that she went through with Christian again. She didn't want Andrew to give up something he wanted for her. She shook her head, not wanting to think about all that shit right at that moment. She laughed when he told her not to be a cowardly fish and she reached across the table, ruffling his hair.

She cracked up laughing as Chris started talking about the time when she completely passed out and the only way to wake her up was having Chris spray cold water on her in the shower. That was an interesting night. She learned then that you do not under any curcumstances drink five Long Island Iced Teas in a row. Or at least, she shouldn't. She was completely out. She downed the rest of her Vodka Tonic and listened to him talk about a little party thing that he was planning. She burped when she finished the last of it, and set down her drink. "Yeah, sounds like fun." She smiled slyly, "Do you have alchohol, or do you need mine?" She laughed, knowing full well that he had plenty of alchohol, but she didn't know if he was running low. She was glad the bartender was smitten with her at the club. Free alchohol for a few kisses. Things work out perfectly. In fact, she was running quite low and she knew how to solve it. She looked at the bartender, who was staring at her and she bit her lip seductively. Before they were to leave, she'd definitely have to have a word with the bartender. Anything for her alchohol. Strange how people thought she was so innocent at school. Snort. Yeah, sure.