Pissed Off {Milo}

[Addison Micklesen]

Addison Blythe wasn’t one to think rationally when she was angry, and right now, she was definitely angry. More than that, she was completely pissed off. Well, in all honesty, she was more pissed off at herself for reacting the way she had. Now there was no way she’d be getting to Connor, so she might as well just get over it and move on. Wait, move on? It wasn’t as though she’d fallen for him or anything. Well, she liked him of course, and the sex was downright amazing, but still. It wasn’t that much of a loss… she’d get over it soon enough. And Addison was very good at getting over people and moving on. Not quite as good as Milo, but still, there was a reason as to why the two were such good friends. Problem being that usually, she was the one to end things, because her relationships never quite turned out the way she wanted them to be. Or maybe she just wasn’t any better than him when it came to commitment and real deep relationships with love and all that jazz. She just wouldn’t really admit it to herself or anyone else, and the main excuse she found for it was that she found it stupid to plan long term for anything in her condition. Well, in what could become her condition, because she was supposed to be fine now. Supposed.

Instead of heading back to her dorm room after her little outburst at homecoming, Addison had simply grabbed her shoes and made her way to the city, looking around for any bar she could slip in but in the end figuring The Hurricane was still her best option. Of course, it was always a bit problematic to manage getting a drink in there, because she looked nowhere near twenty-one, but getting in was really easy, especially today. She hadn’t changed after homecoming, so she still wore her dress, and she’d always been convinced that the door man was a perv anyway. He was more than glad to look her up and let her in afterward. That part done, it would take a bit more time to get something to drink, but she was more than used to that, and she knew exactly how to work it out. If the bartender was a guy, she usually managed flirting her way to alcohol with him. If not, she just found a guy who was horny and desperate enough to try and get a seventeen year old who looked hardly a day over fifteen drunk in order to get in her pants. Of course, it never went that far – she always managed slipping away before it got too bad, but meanwhile, she still got her drinks.

Luckily enough for her, tonight the bartender was a guy, and he was more than happy to serve her the drinks she asked for. She wasn’t too sure if it was because he didn’t give a damn or because her flirting worked, but at this point it didn’t matter. Right now, she was sitting at a table, four empty glass shots in front of her as she sipped her way through her second beer. Seeing her size, she was pretty much wasted at this point, and she surely didn’t care. That’d pretty much been the intention all along, anyway. And it was pretty weird, because it’d now been a while since the last time she’d gotten drunk. She drank once in a while, partied and all that stuff, sometimes got a little dizzy from it, but it was never to the point where she could hardly remember the reason why she’d started in the first place, and that was pretty much the intention. She didn’t remember most of the evening, but she did remember some of Connor’s words, her anger at him, and her anger at herself. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she emptied her second beer and almost slammed it on the table, waiting for the waiter to come and get the empty glasses, planning on ordering a third, or maybe something stronger would be better actually. Yeah… stronger was good. She remembered once when she’d gone out with Andrew before their friends with benefits thing, he’d ordered a Tgv and made her taste it. Vodka, Tequila and Gin. That ought to do the job. Ordering one when the waiter did get to her table, she took a sip after receiving it, making a slight face but drinking some more. Yeah, that’d definitely do the job.

[Milo Parker]

Milo was slightly unhappy for having to follow his best friend all the way downtown, mostly because it meant that he had to leave Taylor behind just when things were going good between the two of them. However, Addie was his best friend so he owed it to her to go and see what was wrong. However, he ended up getting a late start and then ended up getting stopped by people so he'd barely caught up with her. And then once he reached The Hurricane it was another thing entirely. There was quite a line and of course some people, like Addie had done got in right away, but he wasn't a girl and the doorman definitely didn't look like he swung any other way but straight, so he had to wait in the stupid line until he could get to the front and be let in. It was times like this that he hated being a guy, because there were never door women, it was always men so that always involved a line wait. He always got in of course, it was just that he was never overly happy to have to wait in line. And then there was the fact that Addie was inside probably already on the way to getting herself drunk while he had to wait behind a few twittering girls that kept stealing glances back at him, while they talked about how it was their third time trying to get in.

Finally, when he almost reached the front of the line, the girls in front of him seemed to be taking forever trying to plead their way into the club and he was getting a bit annoyed, mostly because he was impatient. And impatience didn't suit him very well, it made him easily irritable with most people. "Oh for crying out fucking loud," he snapped, cutting one of the girls off mid sentence, causing both of them and the doorman to look back at him in surprise. "It's your third time in this fucking line. If he wasn't letting you in the last two times he isn't going to now! So just move so that the rest of us are able to get in and go find some other place to go!" At first they kept their shocked looks upon their faces but soon enough the shock faded into hurt, but Milo didn't have time to feel sorry for the two girls that he didn't even know, after all it wasn't like it was his fault that the doorman didn't find the two of them to be up to the clubs standards, besides they didn't look any older than fifteen anyway, they didn't need to be in the club. He was doing them a favor, even if they did look like they were about to start crying right about now, the doorman apologized and sent the girls off again before he allowed Milo to pass.

He headed inside and sighed slightly. There were a lot of people like always so finding Addie would probably be a trip and a half, however he looked around and decided that the bar would probably be a good place to start, however he didn't see his friend anywhere so he sighed and kept looking. He spotted her not to far away and pushed his way through the crowd over to her, shaking his head slightly. He didn't see any empty drink glasses on her table, but he knew that didn't mean anything, there was probably a good chance that someone had already come by and collected her other empty glasses, considering that he had waited in the line quite a while before he was actually allowed to enter. He walked up behind her and grabbed the shot glass out of her hand, even though it was basically empty by now. "I'll take that," he said, looking at the last of the liquid in the glass with a slight frown trying to even figure out what it was. He emptied the last of it shaking his head slightly, that was some strong stuff she was drinking. "So Addie dear, how about we put away the very strong drinks and you tell me what's going on?" He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering how much she'd already drank and exactly how drunk she was already.

[Addison Micklesen]

The Tgv was definitely doing a good job with the forgetting part, and Addie could already feel the effects of the strong drink running through her system, affecting her petite body quicker than it would for most people around. At this point though, she could have been on her way to alcohol poisoning and she wouldn’t have given a damn. After all, getting drunk seemed to be a pretty normal thing to do, right? Heck, there were at least fifty people around here doing the same exact thing as she was doing, that surely counted for something. She’d have to mention that to Connor. One point for her. Besides, if getting drunk wasn’t normal, than he wasn’t normal, cause she was pretty sure he’d gotten drunk before, probably more than once. And being normal was the issue right now, wasn’t it? He wanted her to be normal. He couldn’t deal with the fact that she had funky hair and a bad reputation. Well, to hell with him. She didn’t need him anyway. She didn’t need the fucking awesome sex they had together. She could find someone else to get her to come twice in less than half an hour. Oh God, who was she kidding… well, anyway, there was a sex shop nearby. That ought to do the job. There to you Connor, getting replaced by a vibrator, how does that feel? She snorted lightly at the though, which wasn’t an overly smart idea seeing as she’d just taken a drink from her glass, coughing it up and giggling lightly. Oh yeah, wasted didn’t even cover it anymore.

However, she didn’t get to have the drink’s effect to its fullest extent because, before she could take another drink of it, it was snatched from her hands and she blinked confusedly, not understanding what was going on just yet. Glasses didn’t disappear, right? Right. Looking up to see Milo standing in front of her, downing the last of her drink, her eyes narrowed slightly and she let her hand drop back onto the table, having kept it up in the air where it’d been before Milo had taken the glass from her. “Hey, that was mine!” she whined childishly, her words slightly slurred. “You gotta get me another one now,” she added in a sulky voice, folding her arms over her stomach and almost loosing balance, gripping the edge of the table to keep herself from falling off her chair. “Whoopsie.” She hiccupped lightly and shook her head a bit, trying to chase away the dizziness and only ending up getting more of it. Shaking her head had probably not been the best of idea. “Woah, the room is spinning,” she giggled a bit, pressing her hand to her head as she shut her eyes tightly before opening them again, hoping the furniture and walls would stay where they ought to be this time. It seemed to be working, or anyway it was good enough for her now. At least, she wasn’t seeing doubles yet, so it wasn’t all that bad. Wait… Milo didn’t have a twin brother. Oh well.

“That’s not strong,” she argued as he looked up at him with a frown. “You’re just a sissy.” She sighed and huffed when he asked her what was going on, shrugging lightly. “Stupid bastard has a stick stuck up his ass is what’s going on,” she said, leaning back on her chair and looking up at the ceiling, smiling lightly as she watched the lights, her vision slightly blurred. “Cool, you can see the stars tonight,” she giggled a bit before groaning slightly, her stomach making weird noise. “Milo I’m hungry!” she complained, looking back down at him. “Be a dear and get me some food, and get a peach shooter while you’re at it,” she told him, her words not coming out quite as clear as she meant them to. Right now, she felt absolutely fine with her actions and just how many alcohol she’d gotten into her. The next day would be a different story though. She’d be pissed at herself for letting Connor’s words get to her so bad, and then the anger would increase at the fact that she’d gotten so fucking drunk because of it. She was in for a pretty bad hangover, and her body didn’t process alcohol all that well. She’d most likely be intoxicated for a few days still. “Hold that thought, gotta pee,” she then, trying to stand up but hardly managing to lift herself up her chair before she lost balance and fell back down on it. “Damn it,” she hissed.

[Milo Parker]

Milo couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly as he heard Addie whine. He'd seen his friend drunk before, but during those times he'd usually been just as or more drunk than she was, so really this was his first sober time seeing her drunk. "I am not going to get you another one," he told her once she told him that he was going to have to get her another one. He cringed slightly as he watched her basically loose her balance from the simple action of folding her arms over her chest, yeah things were bad. There was no way that he'd be able to get her anything else, he didn't want to kill her after all. She was quite a bit smaller than most people, so the alcohol had to affect her just a bit more strongly than it would him. He loved Addie and everything, but he was already sure that he wasn't going to have much fun dealing with her in this state. Then again, it was never fun to deal with someone who was drunk, and it just got worse the more alcohol they put in. As she told him the room was spinning and she giggled a little he got himself a drink, nothing much just a beer, but he was going to need it dealing with her. "Yeah just like the tilt-a-whirl," he commented dryly. Usually he didn't mind people getting drink, then again usually he didn't have to take care of them. Actually, usually he had other people taking care of him, when that was the case the situation was always more fun. However, he now saw why people who took care of him weren't always exactly thrilled to do so.

He got his beer just in enough time for Addie to tell him that he was a sissy, oh well. There wasn't a point in arguing it, it wouldn't work anyway. He took a drink and shook his head, waiting for the answer to the question that he'd asked. "Which stupid bastard? Connor?" he was slightly confused as to what had happened, but then again he hadn't been paying attention to what was going on with his friend. He'd been busy paying attention to Taylor, which was actually quite understandable. "I'm sure you can see the stars Addie," he said, taking another drink. "When you're outside, but I'm sorry to inform you dear that you're looking at the lights on the ceiling." He listened as she complained some more to him, this time about being hungry. "I'll get you food," he told her, food would be a good idea actually. Maybe it could help to soak up the amount of alcohol she had in her system by now. "I'm not getting the peach shooter though, I don't like peach you see, plus I've already got myself a beer and because you can't really expect me to be getting you a drink I think they'll have to keep the shooter." He was about to try and go get some food when she told him to hold the thought. He shook his head as she told him she had to pee, well that wasn't a surprise with the amount of drinks he could guess she'd consumed. He was actually waiting for her to get sick. It would seem thought that she couldn't even make it out of her chair let alone to the bathroom.

He figured that the best thing to do would be to help Addison to the bathroom, after all he didn't want her to wet herself or something. So, he set down his drink on the table, not really expecting it to be there if they got back. He walked around to the other side of the table and pulled the chair out for her, before wrapping one of his arms around her so that it was on her waist, basically lifting her out of the chair. "Come on Addie, let's get you to the bathroom. We don't want you to pee in your pretty Homecoming dress," he said to her, starting over towards the area where the bathrooms were. He allowed her to lean on him as much as she needed to as they worked their way through the crowd. Once they finally made their way over to the area where the bathrooms were he looked at his wasted friend and raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you think you can actually make it into the bathroom by yourself?" He really hoped that the answer to that question was a yes, because if it wasn't he was probably going to have to do one of two things that he didn't want to do. The first option would be to go into the girls bathroom, he'd been in there a few times actually but that never turned out well when there were girls that were actually sober in the bathroom, they threw a fit and usually kicked him out. Or he'd have to take her into the men's bathroom, not that she'd get kicked out or anything but there'd be quite a few people trying to come unto her he could guess already and he never quite knew what he could expect to come out of her mouth.

[Addison Micklesen]

“But it was mine!” she kept whining when he said he wasn’t going to get her another drink. How mean was he? He’d stolen the last of the glass she paid for and now he refused to get her another one, honestly! Huffing lightly, she crossed her arms on the table and leaned over to rest her head on them, grumbling lightly to herself in non coherent sentences as he got himself a beer, glaring at him resentfully. Of course, he was doing the right thing right now. She was much too drunk for it to be good for her, and here she was asking for some more alcohol. It was a good thing that he didn’t let her get any more drinks and that he tried to keep her from it. She would surely be thankful for that… later though. Right now, she didn’t care. Right now she wanted to get piss drunk and he was keeping her from it. He was the meanie and she figured that she could find yet someone else to get mad at that would take the other feelings of anger away. “No, it’s not like that at all,” she said in a grumpy voice, putting emphasis on every word after he answered to her comment as to how the room was spinning by saying it was like a tilt-a-whirl. She was pretty much just decided to disagree with everything he said at this point, doing it in a pretty childish and drunken manner, but that was to be expected. After all, she was drunk. She buried her face in her arms again and kept muttering lightly. “Stupid monkey ass,” she grumbled at him, pouting lightly. She didn’t want to loose the feeling of being drunk, she knew it’d only lead to self-loathing and all that she’d tried to forget crashing back into her. He didn’t get that though.

“Well duh,” she said, rolling her eyes when he asked who was the stupid bastard. Did he know any other stupid bastard she’d been dancing with tonight? “Stupid son of a bitch won’t date me cause I’m not normal, well look at me, I am normal now,” she said, her voice rising slightly so that it brought other people’s attention on her – she was quite the look right now, drunk and dressed up, complaining loudly in a crowded bar, enough for some people to actually hear her over the music. Luckily enough, there didn’t seem to be any other students from the Academy around. Well, except Milo of course. “Well screw him, I don’t need him anyway, I can get someone else to fuck me,” she shook her head and groaned lightly as she felt her brain had kept up the motion even after she’d stopped the movement, feeling a light ache starting in her temples and rubbing her forehead lightly. She gave the first hint of a smile when he said he’d get her some food, but it quickly faded as he then refused to get her her peach shooter. “I don’t care if you don’t like peach, it’s for me you idiot,” she told him slowly, as though she was explaining why A came before B to a kindergarten student. “Come on Milo, don’t be a party pooper, I’m fine, you can get me another drink,” she complained. Seriously, didn’t he get that at this point it probably wouldn’t do much more harm anyway? Well, unless she ended up in an ambulance on her way to the hospital, but of course, that wouldn’t necessarily happen.

She was about to complain when she felt him forcing her up but when he said he’d get her to the bathroom, there wasn’t really much she could say against that. She really did need to pee and she couldn’t get there herself. Wetting herself wasn’t really an option she found very interesting, even in the state she was in, and she didn’t really feel like crawling her way there either. She didn’t have enough balance to stand on her feet, so the only option left was to lean on Milo heavily and to follow him as he dragged her over to the bathroom. Had she been just the slightest bit sober, she’d probably have put her shoes back on though she wasn’t sure of how well her balance on top of heels would have been, but at least she would have had to walk barefoot on the floor which was pretty much disgusting at this point. She was slightly apprehensive as to what the bathroom floor would be like but oh well, she’d just have to clean them up once she got back to her dorm. She looked up at Milo, her eyes wide open as she did, tilting her head slightly to the side as he asked if she could make it to the bathroom by herself. She looked around and evaluated the distance in between where she was standing now and the nearest stall – the odds weren’t in her favor. “Well… I can try,” she said, trying to untangle herself from him and standing on her own for a few seconds, but soon falling back on him, giggling a bit as she did. “My legs feel all funny Milo,” she told him, looking up at him and pinching his cheek lightly. “You’re pretty, you know that? More prettiful than Connor.” So had she been sober, she probably would have disagreed with herself on that one, but not being in her best state of mind, she was pretty much trying to think of all the things other people would be better at than him. “And I bet my new sex toy is gonna be better than him in bed too,” she added sulkily, though that was most likely definitely not something Milo wanted to hear.

[Milo Parker]

As he heard her whine some more after he told her he wouldn't get her another drink he couldn't help but wonder how even someone that was drunk could put up with the whining, well if another drunk person wanted to do anything with her there probably wouldn't be a lot of talking anyway, but still he had to admit that the whining wasn't that appealing. God, he hoped he never sounded like that when he was drunk. Then again there was the factor that he never got drunk because he was pissed off or upset or something, okay so that was a total lie. He usually got drunk when his father went and did something stupid and sometimes on the anniversary of his mother's death. He could never remember exactly what happened on those nights, but if he was anything like Addie was at that moment then he was probably going to stop getting drunk when he was sad. He had no clue how anyone could put up with it, no matter how much they loved the other person, it had to drive them insane to hear the stupid arguments and complaining about nothing. He simply shook his head when she came back to his comment in a grumpy voice, thinking more about how it really seemed unlikely that people could be a fun drunk at this point. Addie was definitely a lot more fun sober then she was when she was drinking, maybe if she was fun sober and whiny drunk that meant that people who were whiny sober would be fun drunk. Huh, he'd have to try that out sometime. He didn't even hear the muttering that Addison was doing, doing his best to block it out because there wasn't anything that he could use out of her drunken ranting anyway, well not yet anyway.

He nodded slightly as she confirmed his belief that it was Connor. Suddenly, the situation was beginning to make more sense. After all, he should have known before, Connor was probably one of the only people that could get her so bent out of shape at this point in time. When heard her say that Connor wouldn't date her he closed his eyes and bit back a sigh. He could kill the younger guy at this moment, for fucking up his friend so badly. He was pretty sure that he was going to call him and give him a piece of his mind a bit later, God the guy needed to grow some balls and stand up to everyone. He never got the conforming attitude. Addie was a great girl and he knew that the junior actually really liked her, yet he let what other people thought about him get in the way of going after him. Stupid mistake. "Yes Addie you're normal now," he agreed. "You're drunk just like everyone else here." He glanced around to make sure that no one else was hearing her little rant, because he was pretty sure that people would give her hell if they could just hear the things coming out of her mouth at this point, not that she wasn't usually given Hell by the students of the Academy, it was just that this time could be a whole lot worse. He figured that just agreeing to what she was saying would be the safest route about now. "Of course you can Addie, I'm sure there are plenty of guys willing to fuck you." Mostly, he was hoping that she would just shut up so that if someone else from the Academy did come around they wouldn't be able to know the reason that had lead her to become so wasted. He shook his head when she started complaining about him getting her another drink though. "No more alcohol for you Addison, I could get you some coffee when we head back to the Academy though, some plain old decaf and see if that helps you any."

As Milo waited for her answer when going into the bathroom he sighed slightly as he watched her try to take a step, he already knew that it wasn't going to end well and he had his arms ready to catch her when she fell back on him. "I'd bet they're all funny," he said in reply to the fun fact she'd shared with him. "I'd bet the rest of you is all funny, too." He made sure that she was at least standing more upright when he felt her pinch his cheek, it kind of hurt a little well not hurt exactly, but it wasn't comfortable. "I know I'm pretty Addie, you've told me before," he said, he highly doubted that she actually believed that he was prettier than Connor though. She was probably just trying to say something so that she could feel as if it were beating Connor somehow. When she added the next part though he couldn't help but close his eyes and not comment on that one right away, that wasn't something that he really wanted to hear about, not in the slightest. In fact, he just wasn't going to comment on that particular statement at all. "Come on Addie, we're gonna take you into the boys bathroom then," he told her, he couldn't help but wonder what her drunk brain was going to think about that one. He kept his arm around her, steadily so that he'd be able to guide her easily. He walked in and glared at a few of the guys that he could see looking Addie up, now wasn't the time. He led her to one of the stalls deciding not to comment on the various people that were making comments in Addie's direction, he opened and empty stall door and made sure that Addie actually got unto the toilet seat before he shut the stall door behind him, then he turned back to a few of the guys that'd been making rude comments to Addie when they'd first walked in. "Leave her alone got it, she's not interested in any of you," he told them with a glare. The last thing he needed was for Addie to actually take an interest in any one of them in her drunken state and try to go off with them.

[Addison Micklesen]

She leaned on him heavily still as she kept looking up at him with wide eyes, blinking lightly. The effect of the drinks she’d taken weren’t all so fun anymore and she was starting to feel pretty bad, though enough to be sick just yet. Still, she couldn’t stand on her own really anymore, her legs shaking too badly to support the scrawny weight of her body, dizziness increasing by the second every time she made a move that was a bit too much. Her thoughts were coming a bit harder now, comprehension harder to achieve as it was taking longer to process every time she heard a comment, as though she had to think on every single statement more deeply in order to really fully understand it. Then there was the balance problem, and the light sense of vertigo that came from it. She wondered idly what could have happened if she had decided to keep her shoes off, though leaving them at the table had probably not been the smartest idea either, but seeing her current state and balance sense, she’d most likely be on the floor by now and would have been for a while. Though at least, her feet wouldn’t be so sticky. She frowned a bit as he commented that the rest of her body must feel funny too, shrugging a bit. “My heart is all weird, and my head keeps spinning ‘round and ‘round and ‘round and I can’t see so well anymore,” she stated in a slightly more high pitched voice than usual, tilting her head slightly as he said he knew he was pretty because she’d told him before. “Well you were pretty then and you’re still pretty today,” she started. “With your pretty tux and your pretty shoes and your pretty hair,” she ranted, stopping only when he dragged her to the men’s bathroom, wondering what the other guy’s reaction would be when they’d see a girl entering the room. “Milo I’m not a guy,” she complained lightly as he walked in with her, pouting slightly.

In her state of mind, she couldn’t really think of anything that was wrong with the way the guys around treated her, nor did she pick up the rudeness in their comments and how sexist they were. Usually she’d probably have answered to every one of them with a smart ass comment, but right now, she just thought they were funny and she figured they wouldn’t be worse to get in her bed than Connor anyway. Besides, it was probably what she’d have ended up doing if Milo hadn’t showed up, but now that he was here, there was no way she’d be able to go along with that plan. “You’re such a kill joy,” she mumbled lightly as he glared at all the guys who made an attempt at coming closer to her, their intention in doing so clear on their face, and at this point she didn’t see anything wrong with it. Besides, it wasn’t as though any of those guys would want a relationship with her either. Nobody did, so what was wrong with trying to get a guy to screw around with in the end if that was the only thing she could manage? “I’m just a girl to fuck anyway so I don’t see how any of them is worse than Connor,” she grumbled, looking down at the floor and wrinkling her nose slightly, cringing every time her bare feet touched the ground, especially when she felt something wet underneath them, figuring pretty well it wasn’t always water. “Guys are yucky,” she stated with a serious look on her face, her eyes still fixed to the floor. “Pigs,” she added, grumbling slightly. “Don’t they ever wash the fucking floors?” she complained loudly, looking up just as Milo opened a door to a stall and pretty much placed her on the toilet, muttering and grumbling as she closed the door and locked it, almost falling off the seat in the process. When she was done doing her business, she attempted to flush the toilet, missing a few times but succeeding to hit the handle in the hand, getting back to her feet slowly as she helped herself with the walls of the stall, heavily leaning on one of them as she opened the door.

She slowly staggered toward Milo, looking miserable and feeling that way too as she lost her balance and fell against his chest, groaning lightly. “I don’t feel so good no more Milo,” she said in a childish manner, looking up at him pathetically. “And I’m really hungry,” she complained, pouting slightly. The alcohol she’d gotten in her system was starting to hit her with full strength and she definitely didn’t like the feeling anymore. She just wanted to eat something and collapse in her bed now, and then hopefully she wouldn’t wake up until Monday morning. The only thing she was able to be sure of by now was that she didn’t want to see Connor anymore. That might be a bit problematic though, seeing as they shared pretty much all their classes together except the talent ones, but still, she would surely manage to ignore him pretty well. She was pretty good at ignoring people, she’d had to be seeing as there was a guy like Andrew Preston walking around every day. That was how bad things were in her mind – though it definitely wasn’t for the same reason, she was down to comparing Connor to Andrew, and she didn’t really think his actions were that much better by now. He couldn’t stand up for himself, well too bad for him. He just had to be smarter. “I don’t want to stay here anymore Milo,” she whined softly, burying her face in his chest with a light sniffle. “I wanna go back to the Academy.” She felt like she wouldn’t be fine until she got there, to her it just meant a place where she would be safe and free to get better. Here the loud music was making her head ache and the fumes of alcohol and cigarette smoke was making her want to throw up. And then there was the urge to cry, not necessarily a real cry just yet, more of a drunken cry, but still. She didn’t really cry in front of other people, even Milo had never seen her cry, but she just felt horrible right now, and she wanted to feel better. Crying would make her feel better, right? “Take me back please,” she said, looking up at him pleadingly.

[Milo Parker]

He couldn't help but notice by the way that her legs were shaking that the alcohol was probably starting to take it's full effect and he was pretty sure within the next few minutes she'd manage to regret her choice to drink as much as she did, he knew it would still probably be nothing compared to what she was bound to feel the next morning when she woke up. He was going to have to make sure that he got her something for her hangover. He just nodded along to her words, not really listening all that much again, though he couldn't help but smile slightly as she told him about how pretty he was all dressed up, maybe he'd mention that part to her later when it didn't hurt her to think back to the night, next time she insulted him about it he could bring that small fact up. He looked at Addie when she complained about going into the men's bathroom, that was actually probably the first real complaint that he could understand. "Yes Addie," he said. "I know that you aren't a guy, but you see I'm not a girl so we can't go into the women's bathroom either." It was a lot better for them to just go into the men's bathroom though, because he was sure that he'd have gotten throw out of the women's one in less than two seconds flat. Even if he was just trying to help out his drunk best friend, he'd still get called a perv looking for a reason to go into the girl's bathroom. Not that he even needed to pick up a girl anymore, after all now he was going to try and actual relationship, he didn't need to pick up some cheap, drunk, slut out of a bathroom. Even if he didn't have Taylor, he'd have a bit more class than that, stooping down to that level was almost as bad as going and getting a hooker, maybe even worse, because at least with a hooker you had to pay them.

He knew that he'd just ruined all her plans of going with a guy once she told him that he was a kill joy. "I know Addie, I know, but believe it or not tomorrow you're going to thank me for being a kill joy," he assured her. He sighed as she grumbled a bit more, as bad as he was viewing Connor at the current moment, he knew that he would be a lot better a choice than any of the drunk perverts that were in the bathroom with them at the current moment. "Yes they are worse than Connor, maybe later we can find you someone to fuck. Like tomorrow, tomorrow we can go and find you whoever you want to have sex with." That would be the last thing that he would ever actually do with her, go looking for a guy for her to have sex with. But at this point he'd have promised to give her a house later if it meant that she'd be quiet and that it'd keep her happy. He was a bit confused by her comment about guys being yucky for a second before he looked down and realized that she wasn't wearing her shoes anymore, which actually was probably a good thing in the long run, because although right now her feet were bare against the disgusting bathroom floor she was actually able to maintain a bit of balance, he had no clue how she'd be able to walk with them on, he'd have to remember to grab them on the way out though. "Yes they do wash the floors," he assured her, but by now it wouldn't have mattered that they washed the floors probably that morning. It was night now and a million people had been in and out of the bathroom. "Us guys are so yucky we actually did all this in one night." He'd been into a girls bathroom once, and he remembered being amazed at how clean it was and the fact that they had things like chairs in the bathroom as well things like air fresheners, they really needed to get things like that in the men's bathroom. It might make it a bit better.

He had a glaring contest with a few guys before Addie stumbled to him, he sighed slightly as she told him she didn't feel good and once again mentioned that she was hungry. "Okay we'll get food," he promised her. He started out of the men's bathroom with her, trying to make sure that she'd have to do as little work as possible. He heard her add something else before she buried her face into his chest. He sighed slightly as she looked up at him pleadingly and asked to go back again and gave a nod. "Okay Addie, we'll go back to the Academy," he promised her, though this time it wasn't just to please her or anything of the sort he was actually going to take her back to the Academy, he didn't want to stay at The Hurricane any longer than she did at this point in time. "First though we've gotta go grab your shoes," he told her. He managed to work his way through the crowd of people back to the table that they'd been sitting at, as he'd predicted his beer was no where in sight but at least he did still see her shoes under the table, he tried to figure out how he was going to be able to reach the shoes. "Hey Addie, can you just hold on to this table for right now?" he asked her, moving her off of him a bit so that she'd be able to lean unto the table as she'd been leaning on him. He bent down and grabbed her shoes, carrying them in one hand before he wrapped his arm around her so that she'd be able to lean back on him again. "Okay Addie, let's go," he said. He headed out of the club with her and decided that it would just be easier for him to call a cab so he pulled out his cell phone and did a quick search for taxi companies in the area, when that was done he stood outside on the sidewalk waiting for the cab to get there. "We're gonna get back soon," he promised Addie as they waited a few minutes for the cab, it would be quicker than walking anyway. When it got there he helped Addie into the cab before it set off for the Academy.