CYRUS JAMES
the Beta Gamma Omega house, morning after..
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At first, with Maddy brushing past him, he was expecting to leave with a couple of bruises. But even though his words are cold from a raspy throat, Cyrus can't believe that any of Maddy's words are truly malicious. Especially when the pills and bottle are given to him, Cyrus can't help but grin. He takes a swig of the water but leaves the pills on the drawer beside him. His head starts to pound from the beginning effects of his hangover, but it isn't the first or the last. Plus he's sure the Sigma house will have some sort of greasy breakfast for the other hungover brothers.
"My mother was Spanish. I'm a great cook," Cyrus answers haughtily, taking another swig of the water and winking at Maddox. The thought of his mother sours his mood, so he pushes the memories to the back of his mind and starts dressing again. Cyrus looks a mess, his hair all undone and in his party clothes from last night wrinkled from being company to the floor all night. He looks around Maddox's room for a notebook, and flips it open once he lays eyes on it. He writes down his number and his apartment address, then walks back over to Maddox and grabs the sides of his face, kissing him hard. It's a bold move, maybe even stupid, but Cyrus is nothing if not bold. He's made it this far with Maddox by pushing his luck, it doesn't hurt to push a little more. "Dinner will be done at 7:30."
Cyrus steps back to the window before Maddox can change his mind about not beating up Cyrus, and salutes before slipping the window open and surveying his escape route. It's a bit higher than he expected, being out on the ledge, but he's getting a dinner date with Maddox tonight.
It's mostly his ankle that catches the fall, causing him to bite down hard to stop from crying out. A burning pain shoots up his leg and he hisses out his next breath. He looks up at Maddox's window, smirking before pulling himself up and hissing again as he puts pressure on his foot to move. Yep, there's definitely something wrong with his ankle, but he pushes through, limping his way over to the Sigma house.
Not surprisingly, the main area of the house is littered with sleeping - or passed out - bodies male and female. He didn't realize so many people drifted over here. "Not the only one to get a hot piece of ass last night, alright Cy."
Cyrus hadn't even noticed Jack at the kitchen table, grinning from ear to ear at Cyrus' appearance with a girl in his lap, both in their underwear. The girl notices Cyrus' limp when he walks over to the table. "What, did she throw ya out her window this mornin'? Sit down Cyrus." The girl's accent is thick with Southern sweetness as she pulls him to the table, grabbing a first aid kit like she lived here. Jack laughs at the girl's statement, watching with Cyrus as she assessed his ankle and wrapped it up properly, just scolding him when he squirmed from the dull pain.
Jack practically slams a whisky bottle on the table, picking the girl up so he can slide underneath her. Cyrus realizes they he and Jack have quite a similar taste, at least appearance wise. The girl is tall with long limbs, all tanned and perfectly paired with short black curls. If he didn't have his own beauty waiting for him to cook a spectacular dinner, he might have to persuade Jack to take this little lady out sometime. "Nothing dulls some pain like a couple shots of whisky."
Despite his better judgment, Cyrus knocks back a shot. Can't have too much. Promised a pretty friend I'd make dinner tonight," Cyrus says, even as he knocks back a second shot to dull the pain to a much more bearable level. He winds up drinking his words, laughing away with Jack and this girl - Maya, as she introduces herself - until Jack is carrying him over to the couch, not exactly drunk but woozy from the pain and the barely recovered hangover that didn't help much from few shots he took.
It's nearly the end of the afternoon when Cyrus blinks back awake, a lot less people in the main room. Even Jack and Maya are gone, replaced by some of his pledge brothers smoking a joint at the table with a bunch of chip bags. "Jeez Cy, you've been asleep all day. The bitch really wore you out, didn't she?" The other pledges laughed at who Cyrus believed was Max, who received a flick of Cyrus' middle finger in his direction, which causes a bigger fit of laughter.
"I'll rock your world, Max, if you're so jealous," Cyrus teases back, winking at his new brother. Max giggles and makes kissy faces back at Cyrus. He heads toward the entrance of the house, wanting to get back to his apartment to shower and put on like he's good as new. Which is slightly difficult given the fact that his ankle is still thumping with pain and his hangover has only slightly improved. The uber ride back to his apartment isn't long, and once he gets under a hot shower and into a fresh pair of clothes, he can focus on making a fuck-worthy dinner for Maddox to arrive to.
He pulled on an oversized sweater and another tight, black pair of jeans, combing his wet hair back and letting it curl naturally. Maddox seemed to enjoy ripping off his jeans last night, so another challenge was quite necessary. Plus, he didn't wear shoes in his house, and he could show off his wrapped ankle to gain some sympathy from the icy Beta prince.
The room blooms with Hispanic smells he grew up with, rice and beans and lots of cayenne, tortillas blackened by fire and peppers to match. He would deny it if Maddox thought he was doing this to impress him, but the sweat he brushes from his brow makes it obvious he's pouring his all into a simple dinner. But it was also for his mother, who he continued to think about in every dish, every memory, even on the warm days where she would be offering him a cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade.
The knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts. He dabs at his face so he looks a little less sweaty, placing two full plates at the table and jogging over to the door. Glances over his shoulder to make sure his apartment's in order; thanks to his father's money, it was penthouse worthy, and his cleanliness kept it looking almost spotless even with the occasional visitor. Speaking of, his favorite visitor so far is waiting behind the door and Cyrus braces himself, not sure who Maddox will be in the intimacy of Cyrus' apartment. "You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Mad."