Keevan is hanging around in a spot that seems to perfectly suit him- not quite in the most crowded area, which is encircling the bonfire, but just off from the action. He is sitting on a log with a drink in his hand, with two or three people clustered near him chatting away. He occasionally offers a funny retort, but for the most part seems to be quietly listening to their chatter. Someone who knows him well, however, might note that his eyes seem slightly unfocused, and his head is turned ever-so-slightly towards a different group. The young man is most certainly trying to subtly eavesdrop on the group behind him.
The sips of his drink he takes seem like movements on autopilot, his body on cruise while his focus is trained on the other people. It is a group of guys, all of the attention centered on one in particular who is describing, in rather crude terms, a recent private encounter with some girl who is likely off dancing, completely unaware that this guy is definitely exaggerating as he takes part in the 'tell' of kissing and telling. As it becomes obvious how much this student is stretching the story, Keevan loses interest. The Breadbowl is for juicy stuff, not some guy pretending to be smoother than he is in front of his friends. Keevan takes another long drink and turns more of his attention to the group actually in front of him. Some of it, however, is now dedicated to scanning the crowd for a certain red-haired photographer who Keevan calls his best friend, partner-in-crime, fellow editor: Thayer Gallup. Perhaps due to the young man's unusual hair color, Keevan doesn't need to scan the crowd for too long before spotting the photographer trying out his new camera on a group of eager models. Keevan grins at the sight- people love a guy with a camera, and seem to especially love a guy like Thayer with a camera. He is instagram-famous, after all, and these days that means that much of the school knows his name, even when Thayer doesn't return the favor.
Keevan pops up off of the log and excuses himself from the group, although not before getting a few to promise to take part in a game of jenga or flip cup or something else of the like later in the night. Truth be told, Keevan isn't much for idle drinking. He'll partake for social purposes, but the young man really prefers games for it. He especially likes conversation games for drinking, as people's lips tend to become looser and looser with every sip, and he always makes sure he remembers what he hears. Perhaps this is a little underhanded, but everyone loves to talk about themselves when they've been drinking, and Keevan is simply willing to oblige the seemingly universal desire.
Keevan walks as quietly as he can, sneaking up behind Thayer who's head is moving side to side in what he can't help but assume is an effort to find him. It is a well known fact that if Keevan and Thayer aren't in class and aren't currently together, they are probably looking for one another- they are known for being a dynamic duo, after all. Keevan gets as close to Thayer's ear over his shoulder as he can without being noticed, and then in a breathy falsetto whispers, "My my, What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
He immediately steps back at the end of the question, ready with a goofy grin for Thayer to whip around, or perhaps jump in surprise at the sudden voice in his ear.
Em is sleeping quite soundly, although completely off her sleep cycle, until her phone alarm goes off with a vengeance. Her hand shoots out from beneath a powder blue quilt and smacks it as though it were an old fashioned bell alarm, which obviously does nothing to stop Hooked on a Feeling blaring from her side table. Finally her head pops out from under the blankets, hair a blond knotted mess, to turn off the phone. Seeing the time, she tosses off the blanket with surprising energy, suddenly perking up as she remembers the bonfire is tonight. Em struggles to force a brush through her hair before throwing on an outfit and tugging on her favorite pair of Engineer's boots and running out the door. Luckily, during the summer everything is so much closer together that it isn't too far of a walk from her room to the bonfire. The fire gives away the location from easily a mile away anyhow, and she quickly arrives among the groups of people. She pours herself a cup of Coke with the tinest splash of rum, knowing herself to be a bit of a lightweight but not minding a little bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. And, as one might expect, immediately starts looking out for a friendly face in the crowd of fire-lit figures.
Em begins walking towards a group, thinking she recognizes the back of a head, but as the guy with the head in question turns around she immediately changes path without a thought about it- the head belongs to Daniel Ahn, someone she prefers to avoid whenever possible. Anyway, where he is Petra might be near, and though Em is a slow learner she has had plenty of time to learn that interacting with Petra only makes her feel awful. So Em turns and heads towards a collection of people playing flip cup. For now, she just spectates. She's sure eventually someone will start another game, and perhaps that one she'll jump into- once she's had time to warm up a bit more to her drink, or has found some friends to play it with.
The sips of his drink he takes seem like movements on autopilot, his body on cruise while his focus is trained on the other people. It is a group of guys, all of the attention centered on one in particular who is describing, in rather crude terms, a recent private encounter with some girl who is likely off dancing, completely unaware that this guy is definitely exaggerating as he takes part in the 'tell' of kissing and telling. As it becomes obvious how much this student is stretching the story, Keevan loses interest. The Breadbowl is for juicy stuff, not some guy pretending to be smoother than he is in front of his friends. Keevan takes another long drink and turns more of his attention to the group actually in front of him. Some of it, however, is now dedicated to scanning the crowd for a certain red-haired photographer who Keevan calls his best friend, partner-in-crime, fellow editor: Thayer Gallup. Perhaps due to the young man's unusual hair color, Keevan doesn't need to scan the crowd for too long before spotting the photographer trying out his new camera on a group of eager models. Keevan grins at the sight- people love a guy with a camera, and seem to especially love a guy like Thayer with a camera. He is instagram-famous, after all, and these days that means that much of the school knows his name, even when Thayer doesn't return the favor.
Keevan pops up off of the log and excuses himself from the group, although not before getting a few to promise to take part in a game of jenga or flip cup or something else of the like later in the night. Truth be told, Keevan isn't much for idle drinking. He'll partake for social purposes, but the young man really prefers games for it. He especially likes conversation games for drinking, as people's lips tend to become looser and looser with every sip, and he always makes sure he remembers what he hears. Perhaps this is a little underhanded, but everyone loves to talk about themselves when they've been drinking, and Keevan is simply willing to oblige the seemingly universal desire.
Keevan walks as quietly as he can, sneaking up behind Thayer who's head is moving side to side in what he can't help but assume is an effort to find him. It is a well known fact that if Keevan and Thayer aren't in class and aren't currently together, they are probably looking for one another- they are known for being a dynamic duo, after all. Keevan gets as close to Thayer's ear over his shoulder as he can without being noticed, and then in a breathy falsetto whispers, "My my, What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
He immediately steps back at the end of the question, ready with a goofy grin for Thayer to whip around, or perhaps jump in surprise at the sudden voice in his ear.
Em is sleeping quite soundly, although completely off her sleep cycle, until her phone alarm goes off with a vengeance. Her hand shoots out from beneath a powder blue quilt and smacks it as though it were an old fashioned bell alarm, which obviously does nothing to stop Hooked on a Feeling blaring from her side table. Finally her head pops out from under the blankets, hair a blond knotted mess, to turn off the phone. Seeing the time, she tosses off the blanket with surprising energy, suddenly perking up as she remembers the bonfire is tonight. Em struggles to force a brush through her hair before throwing on an outfit and tugging on her favorite pair of Engineer's boots and running out the door. Luckily, during the summer everything is so much closer together that it isn't too far of a walk from her room to the bonfire. The fire gives away the location from easily a mile away anyhow, and she quickly arrives among the groups of people. She pours herself a cup of Coke with the tinest splash of rum, knowing herself to be a bit of a lightweight but not minding a little bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. And, as one might expect, immediately starts looking out for a friendly face in the crowd of fire-lit figures.
Em begins walking towards a group, thinking she recognizes the back of a head, but as the guy with the head in question turns around she immediately changes path without a thought about it- the head belongs to Daniel Ahn, someone she prefers to avoid whenever possible. Anyway, where he is Petra might be near, and though Em is a slow learner she has had plenty of time to learn that interacting with Petra only makes her feel awful. So Em turns and heads towards a collection of people playing flip cup. For now, she just spectates. She's sure eventually someone will start another game, and perhaps that one she'll jump into- once she's had time to warm up a bit more to her drink, or has found some friends to play it with.