The landline, wallbound phone reveals nothing about her relationship with Alva. What fucking year is this? How old is Mr. Berzelius?
But when Jupiter grabs the vuvuzela and pops that eye off the end, things start up. God, was it really the eye thing? It was the eye pong, wasn't it?
“I mean… you kinda did break up with me.” Alva’s smile turns into more of a grimace, and he tries to back away from Nes’ grasp.
“To study abroad, Alva,” the not-even-slightly-sympathetic Clytemnestra answers. “You’re supposed to pine for me, jackass.”
“I did! I am!” Alva pulls himself up to a sitting position and clamps a hand on his injured eye. “I’m also in need of medi—”
“Uh-uh, you are not getting out of this so easily. So did you just pick the girl with the biggest boobs at the portkey hub and ask her to be your girlfriend, or do you two have a special con—”
“C’mon, you know you’re the one been flirting with some Perfect Human Specimen all night!”
“Because you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“Um, excuse me, uh.” The petite blonde—Alva’s apparent girlfriend edges up to the pair, twisting her hands together fretfully. “I do think we need to be going to, uh, hospital?”
Nes stands up with too much force. “He’s my boyfriend, and I’m taking his dumb ass to the hospital,” she snarls and stomps toward the closet. “But first he has to wait for me to find my stupid purse.”
She storms to her feet and yanks open the nearest closet door, but instead of coats inside, it’s that damn school.
Also, the eye is floating in a solo cup of beer. Nice.
MEMORY: Party Games
But when Jupiter grabs the vuvuzela and pops that eye off the end, things start up. God, was it really the eye thing? It was the eye pong, wasn't it?
“I mean… you kinda did break up with me.” Alva’s smile turns into more of a grimace, and he tries to back away from Nes’ grasp.
“To study abroad, Alva,” the not-even-slightly-sympathetic Clytemnestra answers. “You’re supposed to pine for me, jackass.”
“I did! I am!” Alva pulls himself up to a sitting position and clamps a hand on his injured eye. “I’m also in need of medi—”
“Uh-uh, you are not getting out of this so easily. So did you just pick the girl with the biggest boobs at the portkey hub and ask her to be your girlfriend, or do you two have a special con—”
“C’mon, you know you’re the one been flirting with some Perfect Human Specimen all night!”
“Because you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“Um, excuse me, uh.” The petite blonde—Alva’s apparent girlfriend edges up to the pair, twisting her hands together fretfully. “I do think we need to be going to, uh, hospital?”
Nes stands up with too much force. “He’s my boyfriend, and I’m taking his dumb ass to the hospital,” she snarls and stomps toward the closet. “But first he has to wait for me to find my stupid purse.”
She storms to her feet and yanks open the nearest closet door, but instead of coats inside, it’s that damn school.
Also, the eye is floating in a solo cup of beer. Nice.