It wasn’t everyday someone was paired with a roommate willing to help look for stray underwear left behind during some drunken adventure the night before. When Alli replied that she would love to help, Lulu scoffed in mild surprise. The girl just seemed like such a…goody toe shoes? Wanting to get into the Olympics, dexterity, up on time for class, probably one of a handful of students not hungover. The blond felt obligated to clean up her shabby act around her roommate but she still desperately wanted to understand what the hell had happened last night. Had I been of clear mind I would never have let him take me back to his room. I’m not vindictive. I respect Jackson. So what happened?
“And you're...Causton, right?" Alli asked. Lulu brought a hand to rub at the crown of her hair. “I….um sure?” she replied. While she had gone to the assembly she had been preoccupied with the fact that two boys in front of her had thought it funny to shoot spitballs into the back of a freshman’s head. That and her power hangover had had her leaning on Jackson for support and practically nodding off halfway through. "You've got English first thing, according to this. We'd better get looking. If you did leave any clothing there, you'd probably want to retrieve it before anyone sees it. Might raise a few eyebrows,” Alli concluded. The brunette was fast to get to her feet, pushing aside the makeshift curtain that was their door for now. Lulu slipped off the bed and dug through her backpack for her pair of beat up black converse. As she shoved her feet into them she watched Alli put on a pair of much nicer looking boots. When Lulu stood next to her, she realized the Brunette was relatively petite, even though Lulu herself was far from model height. She smiled and stepped through the curtain into the much better lit hallway. She felt the unsteadiness of her hangover catch up to her and she leaned into the hallway opposite of their room for a moment before stepping back, acknowledging that it was still Drake and Jackson’s room across the hall. Why do I keep forgetting that fact?
Lulu was immediately caught up in the loud hum of male voices behind the door. The wood and walls were too thick for anything to be discernible but she could tell the discussion was heated. At least they’re talking. But about what?...Me? She didn’t have time to think on it anymore than that.
"I think the game room's nearest here. We'll try there first, then check the four common rooms,” Alli said. Lulu had to hand it to her, she was a natural born leader. “Cool,” Lulu replied. “Lead the way.”
As they made their way through the halls Lulu tried her best to be as quick as she could. Normally she was a speed walker, cutting through crowds like she was Jason Bourne trying to get away from some government killer out to get him. She didn’t have much to offer by way of small talk, with her focus being on her prayers that no one had found her bra and underwear where Drake had left him. Oh God, what did I do? she wondered. How could he have left her in the dark on this? She was fighting with her memory again when they stepped into the game room. Immediately she knew it wasn’t right. “The couches I saw in my memory were black and navy,” she noted. “These are red and whatever else colors.”
She checked her watch again. Well, in all honesty she would rather be late for class than possibly permit someone else, or worse a staff member to come across her castaways. Lulu’s stomach twisted into a violent knot. “Look, I don’t want you to be late. So where’s the nearest common room for us, from our room?” she asked. It made sense in her head. In Noctrem, Drake had spent so much time with her in their nearest common room. Their late nights up had been eaten away there because both of their rooms had always been off limits for some odd reason. They had always looked in but never stepped over the threshold while the other was in the room. After all, Lulu had stolen some of his better liquor while he showered on occasion. But it had always felt like she was somewhere she shouldn’t be. That lesson held even this morning, she thought lowly. But she would be kidding herself if she didn’t admit how much she liked waking up to him, feeling his chest against her back, his head on top of her shoulder, his arm wrapped over her hip. That idea had her curling her toes in her shoes.
Lulu followed Alli to their next location, still just as pre-occupied, still just as troubled with her hangover. The more she walked, the more her head pounded but that didn’t stop her. The moment they entered the common room she knew it was the place. She moved to the couch closest to a mock fire place and started tossing away the pillows and cushions, finding nothing initially. “Ohhhh my God Drake, where the hell did you put them?” she said aloud in frustration, not even caring that Alli was present to hear her comment. She got down on her hands and knees and looked underneath it,, swiping her hand through the space to find something, her hand grasping at loose fabric and pulling.
Only to recoil at the sight of a red thong that was most certainly not hers. “Oh gross! Oh my God I just touched that. Shit!” she squealed, throwing them across the room and rubbing her hand like mad against her pants. She leaned up against the couch and looked at Alli before smiling, feeling her laughter coming on. “I can’t believe I just did that…” she snorted. "I didn't even know that I had that register in my voice."