Mozart? Fancy. Chuck thought with raised eyebrows. He was more of a metal head, himself.

"No, I don't mind... as long as you're good. I dabble in guitar; kinda wish I brought it with me, now that you bring it up. Ha, maybe, like, start up a rehab band," he joked, pulling his hair up into a messy ponytail. Chuck no longer felt like he needed to conceal his face behind it anymore.

"I wonder if we're doing anything else today?" He thought aloud, watching Capri continue to unpack. " Y'know, like more therapy shit? Or maybe something that's actually fun?" He piped with enthusiasm in his voice.

He jumped off his bed like an anxious toddler and wandered to the doorway, poking his head into the hall to see if anyone was out there.

Jaxson smiled at her and shook her hand. He smiled wider when she looked at the ground with a slight blush to her face. Her black hair fell around her face like a curtain. She walked away then. “You can call me Jax, most of my friends do,” he told her as he walked back to his stuff that was for the most part unpacked. He shrugged indifferently.

Capri smirked and shot a wink at her roomies direction."Been playing since I was ten. I think I'm alright. As for making a rehab band, that would probably be interesting but unlikely that the Doc would let us ." Capri would shrug back her shoulders in a "oh-well" sort of manner, and would watch as her new long haired friend got up and took a peek into the hallway."I suppose we won't do any therapy today. We did just get here afterall, and I doubt everyone's as pleased as we are at being here."

The petite redhead would wander over towards her bed and throw herself down upon it, landing with a loud thump. As she laid rather still, her chest would rise up and down in a easy and rhythmic motion. Would she be able to complete the program successfully? Would she end up as some sort of bum if she didn't? The last thought made her shiver, and several hairs rose up on her arms.

Capri would turn over from her back and lean up, to sit Indian style on her bed while reaching for her black leather purse. She would pull out the box of Nerds and slowly pour a bit in her hand, throwing her head back as she took them into her mouth. Her pink lips would pucker from the slight tart flavor, but the craving she had begun to feel ebbed a bit away. Candy had that sort of affect on her.

"Want some?" She asked, glancing at Chuck with an amused expression while she shook the box towards him, causing the candy to rattle noisily inside.

Chuck's head whipped back, "I'd love some." He replied with a snicker.
Shuffling towards Capri's bed, he bent over slightly at eye level with Capri and extended his cupped palm. The tell-tale rattling of the small candy nuggets instantly made his mouth water.

The tone in Chuck's voice reduced itself into a husky, breathy whisper. "So... you're here for alcohol, too, huh?" Chuck twisted his face awkwardly for diving into such personal question so abruptly, but felt that it was somewhat appropriate as it was one thing they had in common.

Donovan looked at the female as she walked into the room and laid down, not thinking much of it, just another person in the world the lived in. Though, as she spoke to him he nodded once, "yes, i'm a druggie. Doesn't it sound fun," he asked sarcastically with a chuckle. Though as she asked if he came there willingly or not he gave a slight sigh. "I came here willingly, sort of," he said, pausing for a moment to think on it for a second, "i guess you could say i did, though i'm not very positive that they will be able to help me."

He knew he should be more optimistic, but part of him still didn't want the addiction to go away, and that just so happened to be the side of him that was out at the moment. It was the one thing that had held him back from getting help before, that part of him that wants the addiction, it always held him back, until now; but even now he found it hard to want to get over it.

Deidre realized she was the only one WITHOUT a roomy.
"wow...i dont know if i shoud be...releaved...or depressed" she said with an almost laugh as she got her tears under control.
"wonderful room...." she said with a smile as she finished unpacking her things and sat on her bed. she hoped someone would come see her....maybe she should go talk to the other Pill addict...Donovan was it?...yes...that was his name...he'd know how she felt...but she didnt want to bother anyone.

Layla couldn't help the smile that slid across her face when Jaxson continued talking to her. She expected him to try to avoid all contact with her since she had just admitted her addiction not to long ago, like most did. But something about him didn't seem like most people. Maybe she could actually make a non-sexual guy friend for one in her life. She reached in her bag, grabbing her black bikini, before standing up and walking to the bathroom to change into it. Once she came out of the bathroom, she grabbed her silver towel and tossed it around her shoulders, before looking back at Jaxson.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said, smiling. "I was just about to go swimming, if you wanna come with me, I'll wait for you to get ready." She said slowly, looking at him while she said it. She sat on the edge of the bed and let the towel fall in her lap, before looking back up at Jax for an answer.

"I'd love some"


Capri held back a smirk before she bent forward, pouring the small pink candies into Chuck's dark palm. "And ya, I'm here for alcohol. Wasn't forced to come here but.... I was begining to get tired of the same shit over and over again you know?" Of course he would know. He was a juice hound just like she was wasn't he?

"After awhile...ending up in a strangers bathroom with bottles around you and a guy wearing no pants and hugging a flamingo is next too you, reality sort of sets in." She flashed him a bright smile before pulling her Nerd box back towards her and sprinkling another dose into her hand, then flinging them into her mouth before she laid back on her bed.

"Think were gonna make it here?". Her voice turned slightly serious as her blue eyes shifted towards the ceiling, avoiding looking at Chuck while speaking.

"Y-yeah, of course." Chuck's voice was an uncertain, horse whisper. Sensing her worry, he wanted to place a delicate and consoling touch on her shoulder, but decided not to.
Instead, he straitened his posture and popped two or so Nerds on his tongue. Twisting his lips at their sour taste, he sighed, "As long as we work together and support each other, we can get through it."

Chuck shrugged his shoulders and swallowed some more candies. "Guy with no pants hugging a flamingo? Heh, sure that guy isn't me?" He joked with a weak smile. His dark, brooding eyes wandered down to his boots. "I get pretty wild when I drink... People tell me I'm like a different person when I drink... like alcohol is some magic potion that awakens some beast inside me."

He glanced back at Capri, hoping he hadn't embarrassed himself with the silly analogy. "I mean, when I'm sober I'm working on the farm or wishing I was drunk.. hell, I could use a drink right now." Chuck felt a hard lump in his throat.