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ax_mainA drinking game is announced--and various students are targeted!
Thank God Terry had been at the drinks cooler to encourage Jeanne-Marie to try the whiskey. The vodka had been nice, but it hadn't tasted like much except, well, juice. This Jameson and ginger had a better bite, almost spicy. "You're right," Jeanne-Marie said, linking her arm through Terry's as if she'd known her forever. "This is much better!"
"I'm Irish," Terry replied with a grin, warmer for the easy display of affection. She'd been feeling the lack of any close girl friends here, but this felt like maybe Jeanne-Marie and she could become close! "I'm always right about alcohol."
"I'll come to you for new things from now on!" Jeanne-Marie said with a laugh. "I've tried vodka, wine, beer, and now this, so far, so I have a long way to go. Oh, and I still need to get drunk."
Terry laughed. "So that wasn't all in the same night, or you would've been." She looked thoughtful for a second. "Do you want to? Get drunk. We could do a drinking game."
"Ooh that sounds fun!" Then Jeanne-Marie frowned. "How does that work?"
"Depends on the games, there are a lot," Terry answered with a grin. "Let me try and think of something that would be fun with just the two of us..." Buffalo Club always worked, but it wasn't the most fun. Maybe... "Drink while you think? I say a celebrity's name, and you have to follow up with another celebrity, whose first name starts with the same latter as mine's surname. You drink all the while you think? It goes on and on."
After another drink, Jeanne-Marie said, "Ooooh, that sounds fun! But... when do we drink?"
"All the time you need to come up with someone that fits," Terry explained. "Not much at first, but the longer we go, the more we end up drinking. Or... maybe we could do Paranoia with a twist, but we'd need at least one other person to make it fun."
Thanking whatever force in the universe seemed to be liking him tonight, Tommy, riding a slight buzz for the next couple of seconds that it would last, draped his arms around their shoulders, inserting himself into their personal spaces as well as the conversation. "And how are the two most beautiful ladies at Xaviers' doing tonight?"
"Tommy!" Jeanne-Marie kissed his cheek, leaving it slightly ginger-scented. "Just the person we need! We were just talking about a drinking game that needs three people."
"Hey," Terry greeted him with a smile, knowing that he probably said this to all the girls but pleased with the compliment nonetheless. It was nice to hear! "Well, more would be better, but we could make it work with three, I think? You ever played Paranoia?" Although with the tweak she had in mind, it would probably be better to call it Gossip.
He returned the kiss Jeanne-Marie's way - because hooray for french girls! - but didn't push his luck with the redhead under his other arm. "Paranoia?" he frowned. "Maybe? Not with that name. It's not ringing a bell, anway."
Jeanne-Marie leaned over to look at Terry across Tommy's chest. "Explain!"
"We used to play it with a group of people," Terry explained. "One of them whispers a question to another one, and the answer to that question must be someone in that group. When you want to know what the question was, you take a drink. We could tweak it to make it that the answer has to be someone at the party? It won't be as fun, though." It was a shame Never have I ever wouldn't work so well with Jeanne-Marie.
Tommy nodded, stepping back and letting them go. "I've never played that one, but it sounds fun. I'm in."
"I love it!" Jeanne-Marie clapped her hands together once. "Let's get new drinks. This could finish off my current one quickly." She started for he cooler and handed off extra drinks to Tommy and Terry.
"Thank you," Terry took the bottle with a nod. "Shall I kick us off?" She chewed on her cheek thoughtfully as they stepped away from the cooler to let other people have at it, then leaned close to Jeanne-Marie and whispered in her ear, "Who's the most handsome boy here?" It was an easy, obvious one, but classics were classics for a reason.
Jeanne-Marie grinned and said, "Tommy Shepherd." Obviously, that was the right answer for the moment.
Tommy looked back and forth between the girls, and the drink in his hands. "See, you've got me in a hard choice already," he grinned, light in his eyes. "I mean. The question's obvious, but I also want to drink. What's a guy to do?"
"I can think of several questions with that answer," Terry retorted with a playful grin. "You ought to tell us what you think it is, then drink so we confirm or deny it."
"Voted most likely to succeed," he replied smartly, his grin wide as hers. "Or are we going for 'prom king' as well?"
Jeanne-Marie giggled and shook her head. "Nooooooo," she sing songed. "A little more obvious--wait should I give clues?" She asked Terry.
"Why not?" Terry answered with a smile. It wasn't like any drinking game had hard and fast rules. They were all made to be tweaked. And played drunk. "Or he could drink."
"He could do that," Tommy agreed easily, and took a deep drink. A thought occurred to him as the alcohol burned down his throat. "I dunno if it works the same way with your powers, JM, and I'm pretty sure Terry's don't, but I burn through this stuff pretty quick. So don't try and keep up or it could get messy, or at least a lot less fun."
"It only does that if I use my speed," Jeanne-Marie said. But good to know. She looked to Terry--should they tell him now, or what?
"My only resistance to alcohol comes from familiarity - and being Irish," Terry confirmed. And getting too drunk too quickly was not fun at all, but it was impressive to see what he considered 'a drink'. He'd have been brilliant at the pub. But she caught Jeanne-Marie's look and nodded, looking back at Tommy with an amused smile. "The question was, who's the most handsome boy."
"Aw! Ladies." He flattened his hand against his chest and beamed. "You flatter me." He glanced at Terry, their master of ceremonies. "So now what? I ask Jeanne-Marie something, or she asks me?"
"I ask you!" Jeanne-Marie decided, though the question wasn't addressed to her. She leaned over, one hand on Tommy's leg so she could say into his ear: "Who's the worst dancer out there right now?"
Terry laughed at the enthusiasm Jeanne-Marie displayed, and stopped herself right before she'd been about to take a drink. Better keep that for the game.
Tommy glanced over at the dance floor quickly enough that JM was probably the only one who would catch the movement - no sense giving a clue away! And he grinned, because the group out there right now gave him the perfect choice. "Billy Kaplan."
Jeanne-Marie laughed and elbowed Tommy. Of course he would say that!
Terry didn't know Billy Kaplan, but she might as well start now. The point was to drink, after all. So she smiled, and took a very healthy drink - nowhere near as big as Tommy's, of course.
"My irritating maybe-twin," Tommy pointed out with one finger, his hand still wrapped around his drink, "is by far the worst dancer on the floor. With Drake coming in a very close second."
Jeanne-Marie laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. "Oh! Poor Billy and Bobby! I almost feel bad for asking that question." Almost.
"Almost," Terry echoed with an amused smile, watching the two boys in question on the dancefloor before looking back at Tommy. "That looks about right."
"Some things, like cool, are obviously not genetic," Tommy replied, saluting Terry with his cup. "Does that make it my turn to come up with one now?"
"One for Terry, yes. I get to guess now." JM clapped her hands together excitedly, having settled her drink between her thighs.
"Do your worst," Terry invited him with a bright grin.
Tommy considered his options, his fingertips drumming rapidly against the side of his cup. Stay easy for the first round, or start getting rude? He'd hold off for one more go-around. Tommy leaned over to murmur into Terry's ear. "Most likely to go 'evil overlord.'"
"I like that," Terry said with a slow smile, and looked around the party to see who sparked the right feeling for her. Then she looked back at him with an amused smile at her own conclusion. "Tamara."
"Oooh, who has the best outfit?" Jeanne-Marie guessed. Tamara looked so cute. Jeanne-Marie wasn't sure if she wanted to be her or dance with her!
"Nope," Tommy grinned with amusement. "And she's going to murder me, but what a way to go."
"Don't tell me you disagree," Terry pointed out with an excited grin.
Tommy considered it, while Jeanne-Marie took a drink. "I might have said top three." He flashed a laughing smile at JM when she was done. "All hail Tamara, our most-likely to become an evil overlord."
Terry grinned at Jeanne-Marie, then asked her, sotto voce, "Most likely to be President." Definitely inspired by Tommy's question.
Jeanne-Marie giggled and tried not to let the ginger fizz out her nose. She'd accept Tamara as an overlord! But oooh, now this one... Jeanne-Marie narrowed her eyes and scanned the party, wondering. "Hmm... oh! I know! Warren." He could buy it!
Tommy leaned back, watched Warren for a moment, and considered. Not what he'd ask, necessarily, but what would two girls decide Warren was the answer to? And he didn't dislike the guy -- didn't really know him, but didn't actively dislike him -- so he ignored some of the ruder suggestions which popped to mind. "Most likely to walk the red carpet as a date," he suggested. Wings aside, Warren was totally the type who could end up with some hot starlet on his arm.
"Oh! That's a good one," Terry congratulated him.
"Oooh, it is," Jeanne-Marie agreed. "I could see that, for certain. But no!"
Terry waited until Tommy was done taking his long drink, then told him, "Most likely to be President. I like the red carpet date better."
Tommy nodded. "I can see it. He's got the right background, anyway. Who's up next?"
"I have a question for you!" Jeanne-Marie giggled and almost took a drink, but then reminded herself it wasn't time. "Right!" She leaned in close to Tommy, one hand on his thigh because she almost fell over, and whispered, "Who is most likely to live alone in the woods after graduation?"
Tommy barked out a loud laugh. "Inu-yasha. That was a gimme."
Terry chuckled at Tommy's words, then offered, "Most likely to bite someone?" What? It often looked like he wanted to!
Jeanne-Marie laughed so hard it almost hurt. "No! N-no, but that's a good one!"
Tommy caught the giggles himself, snickering behind his drink. "That should totally have been the question. He just about snapped Billy's neck when the little twerp first showed up." Tommy paused and took a drink, just because. "You too, red," he gestured at her cup. "If you want the answer, anyway."
"Well, if I must," Terry dramatically stated, but her eyes were sparkling happily as she took another drink.
Satisfied, Jeanne-Marie said, "who is most likely to live alone in the woods after graduation!" She couldn't stop giggling!
Terry laughed at the answer, Jeanne-Marie's case of the giggles most definitely catching. "That's perfect! Jaysus."
Tommy felt a little bit bad, but only a little. It wasn't like the guy actively tried to be decent company in any way. "He'd be happier that way, frankly." He sipped at his drink, chasing the faint edge of the buzz that was already slipping away. "I'm losing track. Who's next?"
"Ummmmmm..." Jeanne-Marie was utterly confused. "I don't know!" She giggled and fell against Terry's shoulder. "Tommy I think it's you?"
Terry swayed a little, but managed to hold her ground and provide a shoulder for Jeanne-Marie to rest on. She was giggling as well. "For me, then?" Terry worked out, and forgot not to drink.
"Mmmkay." Tommy drummed his fingers against his cup and considered it for a second. He leaned in, trying to avoid getting close to Jeanne-Marie. "Plug your ears," he bugged her, "or you're going to be cheating." Then, to Terry, "the person who's going to make the most regrettable hookup tonight."
"Oooooh." Terry's eyes widened, and she looked around the party again, the light in her eyes dulling somewhat. "Illyana, obviously." It was too obvious, though, it took all the fun out of it!
Jeanne-Marie's face darkened. "Who brought the worst date?" She still couldn't believe Illyana would do that to all of them. It didn't seem like her not to care... but JM was obviously wrong.
Tommy wavered for a minute, then - "ehh, close enough. Who's going to have the most regrettable hookup, but there were a few options there."
"She won that one by a landslide," Terry stated with a grimace, and took a drink for no reason... finishing her bottle. "Anyone else want another one?"
"I could play all night!" Jeanne-Marie leaned heavily, drunkenly against Terry again. "Wait. Who's turn would it... wait?"
"It's you guys," Tommy gestured between them with his drink. Jeanne-Marie was sliding sideways, and while he wasn't about to tell someone else what to do, he also didn't feel like finding JP again to tell him his sister was passed out on the lawn. "But I'm getting tired of this one," he announced, lying down in the grass. "What's the good gossip in the girls' dorm these days?"
Terry made a face; she didn't care about the game, she wanted more alcohol, and that was what she'd been offering to get them. But she knew the signs, and Jeanne-Marie might have had enough for now. "Let's sit down?" she suggested, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her sit. Or it could just seem affectionate. Both. Either.
Jeanne-Marie went with it gladly and collapsed into Terry's arms in the ground. She looked up at Tommy and grinned. "I don't know any gossip. Terry?"
The segue had been more to get JM a chance to catch her breath than anything else, but now that they weren't giving him anything, Tommy was getting more interested. "Nothing at all? No drama? Half-naked pillowfights? Throw a guy a bone here."
Terry pretended to have a revelation. "I knew we were doing something wrong!" She turned to look at her friend, no matter how close their faces were. "Jeanne-Marie, we've got to schedule a half naked pillow fight. Soon."
"Mm I have room in my schedule on Monday, I think? Half naked pillow fight night?" JM suggested with a giggle.
Tommy sighed mournfully. "You're killing me with this, just so you know."
"We haven't even started discussing what we were going to wear, give us some time," Terry told him with a teasing grin.
Jeanne-Marie couldn't even respond. She was just giggling helplessly.
And then she got the hiccups.
"How does she do that?" Tommy wondered whimsically. "She's even adorable when she's blotto. All I got for a twin was a lightning rod with impulse control problems." The irony of that last statement was not lost on him in the slightest.
"So he is your twin after all?" Terry was temporarily distracted from Jeanne-Marie, but immediately looked back at her friend. "Do you want some juice? Drinking it in one go might make the hiccups go." But definitely juice, and not water. She wasn't sure Jeanne-Marie had reached the stage where water would make her throw up, but best not court disaster.
"Yeah is--" hic "--what kind of twin?" Hic. "Juice sounds nice." Hic. That was all Jeanne-Marie could get out, though she was still smiling.
"Who the hell knows," Tommy sighed in a rare moment of booze-fuelled emotional honesty. "We have different parents, but Lab boy over there says our DNA is the same. Clones, twins, coincidence, I have no real idea. But Billy believes it. One term's as good as any other."
That sounded... crazy. In a science fiction kind of way, possibly. "Twin does sound better than clone," Terry said tentatively. She then bit on her lower lip, then asked Tommy, "Would you mind getting us some juice?" He could be gone and back in an instant, without much of a lull in their conversation. Terry would have gone already, but Jeanne-Marie was leaning against her.
"Sure, no problem." And it wasn't, really. Tommy pushed himself to his feet and headed for the coolers, back in a moment with the juice. He'd considered making it a longer run just in case Terry was getting rid of him for conversation-with-JM purposes, but whatever. If she wanted girl-time she could have it later.
"Thank you," Terry told him with a smile, reaching for the juice and handing it to Jeanne-Marie. "There you go now."
She accepted the juice with a smile and drank happily through her hiccups.
Tommy watched her for a second, but she seemed to be doing mostly okay. "You alright?" he asked anyway, just in case.
"So good!" Jeanne-Marie sing-songed. "Thank you for teaching me the game!"
Tommy snickered, and nodded his head. "Just do me a favour in the morning and don't blame the hangover on me."
"I'll take the blame," Terry replied without missing a beat.
"Oh, I could never blame you two for anything," Jeanne-Marie assured them. "We'll be friends forever!"
It was the sort of thing that only sounded good when you were drunk, and Tommy was too sober by far to believe her, but for a moment... it was a nice thought. He lifted his drink in a salute towards the other two. "I'll drink to that. Cheers, ladies."
Thank God Terry had been at the drinks cooler to encourage Jeanne-Marie to try the whiskey. The vodka had been nice, but it hadn't tasted like much except, well, juice. This Jameson and ginger had a better bite, almost spicy. "You're right," Jeanne-Marie said, linking her arm through Terry's as if she'd known her forever. "This is much better!"
"I'm Irish," Terry replied with a grin, warmer for the easy display of affection. She'd been feeling the lack of any close girl friends here, but this felt like maybe Jeanne-Marie and she could become close! "I'm always right about alcohol."
"I'll come to you for new things from now on!" Jeanne-Marie said with a laugh. "I've tried vodka, wine, beer, and now this, so far, so I have a long way to go. Oh, and I still need to get drunk."
Terry laughed. "So that wasn't all in the same night, or you would've been." She looked thoughtful for a second. "Do you want to? Get drunk. We could do a drinking game."
"Ooh that sounds fun!" Then Jeanne-Marie frowned. "How does that work?"
"Depends on the games, there are a lot," Terry answered with a grin. "Let me try and think of something that would be fun with just the two of us..." Buffalo Club always worked, but it wasn't the most fun. Maybe... "Drink while you think? I say a celebrity's name, and you have to follow up with another celebrity, whose first name starts with the same latter as mine's surname. You drink all the while you think? It goes on and on."
After another drink, Jeanne-Marie said, "Ooooh, that sounds fun! But... when do we drink?"
"All the time you need to come up with someone that fits," Terry explained. "Not much at first, but the longer we go, the more we end up drinking. Or... maybe we could do Paranoia with a twist, but we'd need at least one other person to make it fun."
Thanking whatever force in the universe seemed to be liking him tonight, Tommy, riding a slight buzz for the next couple of seconds that it would last, draped his arms around their shoulders, inserting himself into their personal spaces as well as the conversation. "And how are the two most beautiful ladies at Xaviers' doing tonight?"
"Tommy!" Jeanne-Marie kissed his cheek, leaving it slightly ginger-scented. "Just the person we need! We were just talking about a drinking game that needs three people."
"Hey," Terry greeted him with a smile, knowing that he probably said this to all the girls but pleased with the compliment nonetheless. It was nice to hear! "Well, more would be better, but we could make it work with three, I think? You ever played Paranoia?" Although with the tweak she had in mind, it would probably be better to call it Gossip.
He returned the kiss Jeanne-Marie's way - because hooray for french girls! - but didn't push his luck with the redhead under his other arm. "Paranoia?" he frowned. "Maybe? Not with that name. It's not ringing a bell, anway."
Jeanne-Marie leaned over to look at Terry across Tommy's chest. "Explain!"
"We used to play it with a group of people," Terry explained. "One of them whispers a question to another one, and the answer to that question must be someone in that group. When you want to know what the question was, you take a drink. We could tweak it to make it that the answer has to be someone at the party? It won't be as fun, though." It was a shame Never have I ever wouldn't work so well with Jeanne-Marie.
Tommy nodded, stepping back and letting them go. "I've never played that one, but it sounds fun. I'm in."
"I love it!" Jeanne-Marie clapped her hands together once. "Let's get new drinks. This could finish off my current one quickly." She started for he cooler and handed off extra drinks to Tommy and Terry.
"Thank you," Terry took the bottle with a nod. "Shall I kick us off?" She chewed on her cheek thoughtfully as they stepped away from the cooler to let other people have at it, then leaned close to Jeanne-Marie and whispered in her ear, "Who's the most handsome boy here?" It was an easy, obvious one, but classics were classics for a reason.
Jeanne-Marie grinned and said, "Tommy Shepherd." Obviously, that was the right answer for the moment.
Tommy looked back and forth between the girls, and the drink in his hands. "See, you've got me in a hard choice already," he grinned, light in his eyes. "I mean. The question's obvious, but I also want to drink. What's a guy to do?"
"I can think of several questions with that answer," Terry retorted with a playful grin. "You ought to tell us what you think it is, then drink so we confirm or deny it."
"Voted most likely to succeed," he replied smartly, his grin wide as hers. "Or are we going for 'prom king' as well?"
Jeanne-Marie giggled and shook her head. "Nooooooo," she sing songed. "A little more obvious--wait should I give clues?" She asked Terry.
"Why not?" Terry answered with a smile. It wasn't like any drinking game had hard and fast rules. They were all made to be tweaked. And played drunk. "Or he could drink."
"He could do that," Tommy agreed easily, and took a deep drink. A thought occurred to him as the alcohol burned down his throat. "I dunno if it works the same way with your powers, JM, and I'm pretty sure Terry's don't, but I burn through this stuff pretty quick. So don't try and keep up or it could get messy, or at least a lot less fun."
"It only does that if I use my speed," Jeanne-Marie said. But good to know. She looked to Terry--should they tell him now, or what?
"My only resistance to alcohol comes from familiarity - and being Irish," Terry confirmed. And getting too drunk too quickly was not fun at all, but it was impressive to see what he considered 'a drink'. He'd have been brilliant at the pub. But she caught Jeanne-Marie's look and nodded, looking back at Tommy with an amused smile. "The question was, who's the most handsome boy."
"Aw! Ladies." He flattened his hand against his chest and beamed. "You flatter me." He glanced at Terry, their master of ceremonies. "So now what? I ask Jeanne-Marie something, or she asks me?"
"I ask you!" Jeanne-Marie decided, though the question wasn't addressed to her. She leaned over, one hand on Tommy's leg so she could say into his ear: "Who's the worst dancer out there right now?"
Terry laughed at the enthusiasm Jeanne-Marie displayed, and stopped herself right before she'd been about to take a drink. Better keep that for the game.
Tommy glanced over at the dance floor quickly enough that JM was probably the only one who would catch the movement - no sense giving a clue away! And he grinned, because the group out there right now gave him the perfect choice. "Billy Kaplan."
Jeanne-Marie laughed and elbowed Tommy. Of course he would say that!
Terry didn't know Billy Kaplan, but she might as well start now. The point was to drink, after all. So she smiled, and took a very healthy drink - nowhere near as big as Tommy's, of course.
"My irritating maybe-twin," Tommy pointed out with one finger, his hand still wrapped around his drink, "is by far the worst dancer on the floor. With Drake coming in a very close second."
Jeanne-Marie laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. "Oh! Poor Billy and Bobby! I almost feel bad for asking that question." Almost.
"Almost," Terry echoed with an amused smile, watching the two boys in question on the dancefloor before looking back at Tommy. "That looks about right."
"Some things, like cool, are obviously not genetic," Tommy replied, saluting Terry with his cup. "Does that make it my turn to come up with one now?"
"One for Terry, yes. I get to guess now." JM clapped her hands together excitedly, having settled her drink between her thighs.
"Do your worst," Terry invited him with a bright grin.
Tommy considered his options, his fingertips drumming rapidly against the side of his cup. Stay easy for the first round, or start getting rude? He'd hold off for one more go-around. Tommy leaned over to murmur into Terry's ear. "Most likely to go 'evil overlord.'"
"I like that," Terry said with a slow smile, and looked around the party to see who sparked the right feeling for her. Then she looked back at him with an amused smile at her own conclusion. "Tamara."
"Oooh, who has the best outfit?" Jeanne-Marie guessed. Tamara looked so cute. Jeanne-Marie wasn't sure if she wanted to be her or dance with her!
"Nope," Tommy grinned with amusement. "And she's going to murder me, but what a way to go."
"Don't tell me you disagree," Terry pointed out with an excited grin.
Tommy considered it, while Jeanne-Marie took a drink. "I might have said top three." He flashed a laughing smile at JM when she was done. "All hail Tamara, our most-likely to become an evil overlord."
Terry grinned at Jeanne-Marie, then asked her, sotto voce, "Most likely to be President." Definitely inspired by Tommy's question.
Jeanne-Marie giggled and tried not to let the ginger fizz out her nose. She'd accept Tamara as an overlord! But oooh, now this one... Jeanne-Marie narrowed her eyes and scanned the party, wondering. "Hmm... oh! I know! Warren." He could buy it!
Tommy leaned back, watched Warren for a moment, and considered. Not what he'd ask, necessarily, but what would two girls decide Warren was the answer to? And he didn't dislike the guy -- didn't really know him, but didn't actively dislike him -- so he ignored some of the ruder suggestions which popped to mind. "Most likely to walk the red carpet as a date," he suggested. Wings aside, Warren was totally the type who could end up with some hot starlet on his arm.
"Oh! That's a good one," Terry congratulated him.
"Oooh, it is," Jeanne-Marie agreed. "I could see that, for certain. But no!"
Terry waited until Tommy was done taking his long drink, then told him, "Most likely to be President. I like the red carpet date better."
Tommy nodded. "I can see it. He's got the right background, anyway. Who's up next?"
"I have a question for you!" Jeanne-Marie giggled and almost took a drink, but then reminded herself it wasn't time. "Right!" She leaned in close to Tommy, one hand on his thigh because she almost fell over, and whispered, "Who is most likely to live alone in the woods after graduation?"
Tommy barked out a loud laugh. "Inu-yasha. That was a gimme."
Terry chuckled at Tommy's words, then offered, "Most likely to bite someone?" What? It often looked like he wanted to!
Jeanne-Marie laughed so hard it almost hurt. "No! N-no, but that's a good one!"
Tommy caught the giggles himself, snickering behind his drink. "That should totally have been the question. He just about snapped Billy's neck when the little twerp first showed up." Tommy paused and took a drink, just because. "You too, red," he gestured at her cup. "If you want the answer, anyway."
"Well, if I must," Terry dramatically stated, but her eyes were sparkling happily as she took another drink.
Satisfied, Jeanne-Marie said, "who is most likely to live alone in the woods after graduation!" She couldn't stop giggling!
Terry laughed at the answer, Jeanne-Marie's case of the giggles most definitely catching. "That's perfect! Jaysus."
Tommy felt a little bit bad, but only a little. It wasn't like the guy actively tried to be decent company in any way. "He'd be happier that way, frankly." He sipped at his drink, chasing the faint edge of the buzz that was already slipping away. "I'm losing track. Who's next?"
"Ummmmmm..." Jeanne-Marie was utterly confused. "I don't know!" She giggled and fell against Terry's shoulder. "Tommy I think it's you?"
Terry swayed a little, but managed to hold her ground and provide a shoulder for Jeanne-Marie to rest on. She was giggling as well. "For me, then?" Terry worked out, and forgot not to drink.
"Mmmkay." Tommy drummed his fingers against his cup and considered it for a second. He leaned in, trying to avoid getting close to Jeanne-Marie. "Plug your ears," he bugged her, "or you're going to be cheating." Then, to Terry, "the person who's going to make the most regrettable hookup tonight."
"Oooooh." Terry's eyes widened, and she looked around the party again, the light in her eyes dulling somewhat. "Illyana, obviously." It was too obvious, though, it took all the fun out of it!
Jeanne-Marie's face darkened. "Who brought the worst date?" She still couldn't believe Illyana would do that to all of them. It didn't seem like her not to care... but JM was obviously wrong.
Tommy wavered for a minute, then - "ehh, close enough. Who's going to have the most regrettable hookup, but there were a few options there."
"She won that one by a landslide," Terry stated with a grimace, and took a drink for no reason... finishing her bottle. "Anyone else want another one?"
"I could play all night!" Jeanne-Marie leaned heavily, drunkenly against Terry again. "Wait. Who's turn would it... wait?"
"It's you guys," Tommy gestured between them with his drink. Jeanne-Marie was sliding sideways, and while he wasn't about to tell someone else what to do, he also didn't feel like finding JP again to tell him his sister was passed out on the lawn. "But I'm getting tired of this one," he announced, lying down in the grass. "What's the good gossip in the girls' dorm these days?"
Terry made a face; she didn't care about the game, she wanted more alcohol, and that was what she'd been offering to get them. But she knew the signs, and Jeanne-Marie might have had enough for now. "Let's sit down?" she suggested, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her sit. Or it could just seem affectionate. Both. Either.
Jeanne-Marie went with it gladly and collapsed into Terry's arms in the ground. She looked up at Tommy and grinned. "I don't know any gossip. Terry?"
The segue had been more to get JM a chance to catch her breath than anything else, but now that they weren't giving him anything, Tommy was getting more interested. "Nothing at all? No drama? Half-naked pillowfights? Throw a guy a bone here."
Terry pretended to have a revelation. "I knew we were doing something wrong!" She turned to look at her friend, no matter how close their faces were. "Jeanne-Marie, we've got to schedule a half naked pillow fight. Soon."
"Mm I have room in my schedule on Monday, I think? Half naked pillow fight night?" JM suggested with a giggle.
Tommy sighed mournfully. "You're killing me with this, just so you know."
"We haven't even started discussing what we were going to wear, give us some time," Terry told him with a teasing grin.
Jeanne-Marie couldn't even respond. She was just giggling helplessly.
And then she got the hiccups.
"How does she do that?" Tommy wondered whimsically. "She's even adorable when she's blotto. All I got for a twin was a lightning rod with impulse control problems." The irony of that last statement was not lost on him in the slightest.
"So he is your twin after all?" Terry was temporarily distracted from Jeanne-Marie, but immediately looked back at her friend. "Do you want some juice? Drinking it in one go might make the hiccups go." But definitely juice, and not water. She wasn't sure Jeanne-Marie had reached the stage where water would make her throw up, but best not court disaster.
"Yeah is--" hic "--what kind of twin?" Hic. "Juice sounds nice." Hic. That was all Jeanne-Marie could get out, though she was still smiling.
"Who the hell knows," Tommy sighed in a rare moment of booze-fuelled emotional honesty. "We have different parents, but Lab boy over there says our DNA is the same. Clones, twins, coincidence, I have no real idea. But Billy believes it. One term's as good as any other."
That sounded... crazy. In a science fiction kind of way, possibly. "Twin does sound better than clone," Terry said tentatively. She then bit on her lower lip, then asked Tommy, "Would you mind getting us some juice?" He could be gone and back in an instant, without much of a lull in their conversation. Terry would have gone already, but Jeanne-Marie was leaning against her.
"Sure, no problem." And it wasn't, really. Tommy pushed himself to his feet and headed for the coolers, back in a moment with the juice. He'd considered making it a longer run just in case Terry was getting rid of him for conversation-with-JM purposes, but whatever. If she wanted girl-time she could have it later.
"Thank you," Terry told him with a smile, reaching for the juice and handing it to Jeanne-Marie. "There you go now."
She accepted the juice with a smile and drank happily through her hiccups.
Tommy watched her for a second, but she seemed to be doing mostly okay. "You alright?" he asked anyway, just in case.
"So good!" Jeanne-Marie sing-songed. "Thank you for teaching me the game!"
Tommy snickered, and nodded his head. "Just do me a favour in the morning and don't blame the hangover on me."
"I'll take the blame," Terry replied without missing a beat.
"Oh, I could never blame you two for anything," Jeanne-Marie assured them. "We'll be friends forever!"
It was the sort of thing that only sounded good when you were drunk, and Tommy was too sober by far to believe her, but for a moment... it was a nice thought. He lifted his drink in a salute towards the other two. "I'll drink to that. Cheers, ladies."
