Location; His dorm room → In front of the East Dorms
Interacting With; No-one, really.
Mood; Confused → Exhausted → Grumpy
Keats got the feeling that he'd had a little too much to drink, as he stood up. He couldn't remember much beyond climbing in, looking like an idiot, and heading straight to get a drink.
That's what you get for drinking instead of just accepting you made a fool of yourself, Sammy. he berated himself mentally.
Apparently he'd gone back to his room at some point, which was a plus, but he was still in the clothes he'd worn to the party. He looked around, and noticed that Will was gone. He'd actually gotten up before Keats for once, which just showed what a sorry state Keats was in.
Standing up, he walked through to the bathroom, hoping to avoid any loud noises, and glanced into the mirror. For once, he didn't like what he saw. It was a strange and bewildering sensation. The guy in the mirror looked about as good as he felt. That... Was almost impressive. Keats didn't think it was possible for him to not look good.
"Miracles really do happen, huh? he grinned.
Hey, at least he could still smile about it. No idea what he'd done at night, but he got the feeling there was something he'd forgotten, some kinda commitment? Nah, wouldn't be anything important. Probably. Hopefully no-one picked a fight with him today - for once, Keats was feeling a little fragile.
Still, trying to make the best of it, he showered, changed into some more comfortable clothes, and headed down the stairs once he was satisfied with how he looked - having freshened up a bit, he felt remarkably better about the whole thing. Well, mostly he just felt tired now, rather than ill. It was an improvement, at the very least.
He didn't feel like trying to cook anything, so just grabbed the first thing he could - in this case a banana - and wolfed it down. Normally this was the point where he'd go for a run, but he again just wasn't feeling up to it, so after finishing his breakfast he headed outside and sat at the front of the dorm.
He didn't feel like going anywhere, but hopefully the fresh air would do him some good. At the very least, it wouldn't cause him any harm, unless something went really wrong. At that point, though, he'd probably have more than a hangover to worry about. It wasn't quite as bad as it had been when he first woke up, although it was still something he could live without to be perfectly honest.
With a scowl, he looked up at the clouds. He didn't even know why he'd gone to the damn thing in the first place. Stupid Mayweathers keeping him awake. It was their fault he was in this state, as well as seemingly everything else that went wrong in the life of Samuel Keats. At least he hadn't spilled anything about his sis - he felt certain that he'd remember if he had done something that stupid.
Location: Kitchen → Walking around campus
Interacting With: Cooked breakfast, if that counts.
Mood: Resigned → Curious → Cheerful
Amy had been having a pretty interesting morning, if 'interesting' meant being glared at by grumpy hungover people every two seconds for breathing too loudly, or other aspects of generally existing. Could folk from the States just not handle a drink or something? Either that or the whole party thing had gotten more exciting than expected - Probably a bit of both. Still, dealing with hungover people was a pain, especially when a decent chunk of them were arseholes at the best of times. She didn't want to deal with it for the whole day, that was for sure.
Luckily, growing up in Glasgow - at least the bit she'd been in - gave you some experience dealing with other people's hangovers. And as far as she knew, a decent breakfast seemed to help. Of course, there was no way she was cooking a proper breakfast for an entire dorm, just a few plates of stuff that needed used up anyway. Anything past that, they could sort out for themselves. Luckily, she didn't really need to pay attention to cook well - using a frying pan apparently counted for her power, and she could keep track of the time fine by herself.
It was actually pretty fun, cooking, and making something for people to eat that wasn't just cafeteria food might help tempers a little bit. Alright, so bacon and eggs wouldn't exactly lead to world peace, but it was a start. Maybe they'd make it to midday without someone being assaulted. A girl could dream.
Once she'd finished cooking up a fairly decent selection of breakfast foods, she grabbed some bacon, made herself a roll, took her bag and set off across the campus, taking bites out of her breakfast as she went. Normally she'd stick around a little longer, but she seriously couldn't be bothered dealing with the mood in the dorms. Something surely had to have happened for the atmosphere to be this miserable. Amy was pretty glad she hadn't gone to the party, seeing the state of everyone.
She found her thoughts drifting as she walked along the path.
Wonder what went on at that thing... Everybody's going about looking like someone kicked their cat. Was there some sort of catastrophe? Cat-astrophe? she snickered, finding herself funnier than most other people would. With a spring in her step, she kept walking down the path, not really going anywhere in particular.
There was a bit of time before she was due to be in class, so she decided she'd go for a bit of a wander around campus. Amy always appreciated it being sunny outside so often in the morning - the novelty of that wasn't wearing off quite yet. Maybe she'd bump into someone, maybe not. Either way, Amy found that she was in a pretty good mood.
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