KO'ed [JD, Zac]

[Fifi Hart]

Continued from the Kissing Booth at the Community Field Day.
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Fifi was surprised to find that the volunteer who’d stepped up to help her drag Zac home was JD, the other Chem wiz she’d met in the school’s chatroom. She’d never seen his face, since his notes had been passed along through the student grapevine, but their meeting had become increasingly awkward with the limp form of Zac between them. They managed to get to Zac’s dorm without too much effort.

That’s when things got awkward.

Without much ceremony, Fifi shifted a bit and began digging through Zac’s pockets for his eyes. She grunted with the effort.

“Christ his pants are tight.” She whined, finally producing the key ring and letting the stumbling trio into the suite. She turned to JD and tossed her head to flick the hair out of her face. “Do you know which room is his?”

[JD Paerson]

When they got up to the dorm room, JD was ready to just knock on the door and see if any of Zac's roommates were in, but Fifi apparently had other ideas. He was shocked when she suddenly started digging through the Asian's pants. He did, however, have to roll his eyes at the comment about how tight the jeans were.

"Yeah, he thinks he's got something to show off, so he wears lots of tight clothes. Don't believe any of it."

He was glad, though, when she managed to find the keys. Because there was no way he was going to start digging through Zac's pants, especially while he was still wearing them. He would have broken down the door first.

When they all got into the suite, JD shifted so that he could lean most of the dead weight of the guy against him and take some of the strain off Fifi.

"Yeah, his room is right there." He pointed to a door covered in photos and crude signs. He had not ever been in Zac's room before--never had an interest, really--but it wasn't hard to guess.

He grabbed Zac's other arm from around Fifi's neck and hefted the boy up so he was hanging off the speedster's back piggy-back style. "You get the door, I've got the idiot."

While he waited by the door, he asked again, "So do you know what happened to him? I didn't really see what made him crash."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac regained consciousness halfway through their trek, but unfortunately for the duo now stuck with taking care of him, coherence and rationality did not go back with it. So instead he grinned widely like a loony as they dragged him across the school grounds and into his dorm suite (not that he’d recognize it though), muttering utter nonsense like “Vincent’s schlong is scary; it’ll break you in half if it gets the chance” and “I learned how to be a ninja by watching Bruce Lee movies; it was fun”. Hooray for the lightweight.

His cheeky smile transformed into what seems to be a sinister grin as Fifi started rummaging through his pockets, apparently enjoying the physical contact he’s experiencing ever so briefly. He even wiggled his hips, thinking that it’ll help Fifi find whatever it is she’s looking for easier. “If you’re looking for Vicky’s bra it’s not with me,” he said, puffing his cheeks and doing ‘pbbbbt’ sounds with his tongue, “It’s under my desk. Not my fault she went off with a hurry back then.”

When JD hoisted him up his back piggy-back style, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the boy’s neck and snuggled on his nape like a little child would, rubbing his nose on the boy’s shoulders before putting his head down to sleep. “Teddy bear,” chuckled the boy as he laid his head down. “I could share him with you if you want. He’s warm and snuggly,” he added, turning to Fifi, shivering slightly when he felt a breeze blow through him.

“I’m wet Teddy. Will you and Thumbelina help me change?”

[Fifi Hart]

She made a point to ignore the comment about Vincent’s dick, and all other words that came out of Zac’s mouth. He was clearly pretty far gone. When JD pulled the sopping teen off her, she rolled her shoulders with relief and smiled her thanks to him.

Staring at the door with a blank, judging look, Fifi sighed. “Christ…I should have guessed.” Fumbling with the keys until she found the correct one and continuing to ignore Zac’s intoxicated rambling, Fifi pushed open the door to the dorm room. It was about as trashy as she was expecting. Framed in the doorway, she paused and hung her head and a slight show of embarrassment.

She chuckled a bit and looked over her shoulder, shrugging. “I kissed him too hard, I guess.” Jerking her head in the direction of Zac’s bed, she beckoned JD into the room so that they could lay the other boy down. “I guess you don’t know?” She murmured, peering inquisitively at JD. Come to think of it, she’d never run into JD in her studies…it wouldn’t surprise her if he had no idea how her powers worked.

Arresting herself from the conversation, she balked at Zac, raising an eyebrow at JD. “…Am I Thumbelina?”

[JD Paerson]

JD similarly ignored all that Zac was murmuring in his half-conscious state. He knew better than to even attempt to respond to any of that crap. He did manage an exasperated sigh when Zac gestured mentioned a bra left in the room. It was good to see that the guy was as mature as ever, and not ashamed to brag about another girl while someone was digging through his pockets.

"I still don't understand why you keep calling me your teddy bear," he muttered under his breath to Zac. Then he glanced up at Fifi. He thought about trying to deny further connections with Zac but knew that any denial would just make him look guilty. Instead he just kept his mouth shut.

He should've expected that the Asian would automatically cling to his back, since it had apparently become part of his inner nature. He managed not to start--or throw the guy onto the floor--when Zac rubbed his face on his back.

JD hadn't heard about Fifi's power--it wasn't the sort of thing he was listening for, and he wasn't part of any social circle, let alone one that would've heard about someone with her powers. He was so far off the rumor mill that he almost hadn't heard about Zac getting decked at the school dance. So when she mentioned the kiss, he just nodded absently. Leave it to Zac to go haywire over a slobber-fest.

"Don't know what?" he asked absently. "That he tends to go a bit above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to the pleasure factor?"

JD peeled Zac's arms off his throat and dropped him onto the bed. "Change yourself, stupid."

He looked up at Fifi. "Yeah, I guess that's your new nickname. Enjoy, and be glad it's not anything worse."

He then glanced around the room and began to come to a slow realization. "Zac," he said slowly, still looking around, "How long have you had all these stuffed animals?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Normally Zac would’ve been extremely appalled that people would choose to ignore what he’s saying. Should he get wind of such a movement, he’d go at lengths to stop it. But as it was, hanging on by barely a thread of sobriety, the smug teen didn’t really care. Instead he just grinned like crazy, apparently enjoying his babied state on JD’s back. “Because you’re my teddy bear silly,” he giggled like a little kid, shaking his hips and torso slightly to make himself more comfortable.

His mind was already drifting away to dreamland when he suddenly heard of a magic word. At the mention of ‘kiss’ he suddenly perked up, rocking JD slightly as he said, “A kiss? Who’s kissing? I want another kiss from Thumbelionaaaa~” Hooray for mixing up her names Zac. “Teddy bear hasn’t been kissed before Thumbeliona. I was telling him I’d kiss him before, but he isn’t listening,” he nodded sagely, or at least the sagely-est he could seem with his eyes half-opened. “He’s a virgiiiiin.”

The boy let out a small whine as he was thrown off from the speedster’s back, his mind too weak to coordinate a strong grip on the boy’s neck. He did grin widely when JD told him to change on his own. With a short “Fine,”, he kicked his shoes away and suddenly turned to his stomach, taking his pants off and lifting his butt slightly to help him take those damn skinny jeans off easier. “This is so tight,” he whined as his pants got seemingly stuck on his thighs.

While Zac doesn’t sleep with his stuffed animals anymore (he stopped it during his second year in Hammel), he does check on them at least once a week, just to recount them and make sure they’re still in mint condition. Unfortunately for him he had to do his check today and had forgotten to close the closet (or put the ones displayed in his room back in). Hooray for his greatest secret ever being spilled. “Ever since Foofoo died,” he nodded, remembering his dog when he was little, “That’s why you’re my Teddy Bear! You’re the cuddliest of them all! Fifileena can be the Pink Rabbit if she wants. She's the prettiestest.” So much for his perceived asshole-jerkass-badboy image.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi snickered at JD’s comment. The way Zac was acting, it’d be easy to pass it off on ‘above and beyond the call of duty.’ But she was trying to stray away from that lying stuff…sticking as close to the truth as possible was a good way to start. “Not quite. This is…this is actually my fault.” She actually chuckled while she said it, shaking her head. Fifi wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest, though there was a tiny stitch of fear in her stomach that she might get in trouble.
“My power is tactile intoxication…I kissed him at the kissing both and…well—“ She gestured to the wobbling, wiggling, whining Zac and shrugged. “This. This happened. I’d hate to see him actually drink.”

Showing the first signs of mercy she’d shown since the beginning of the incident, Fifi winced when JD let Zac flop onto the bed like a ragdoll. “Geeze. Careful with it. Can’t go ‘round breaking billionaires.” She blinked and then looked stupidly at JD. “Wait you’ve never been kissed?” She said off-handedly, slightly surprised. JD was a good-looking guy. The brunette was sure he’d have no problem finding a kiss. But it wasn’t really any of her business.

She’d pry more later.

Right now there was imminent nudity.

“Woah! Zac, woah. Slow down there.” She prompted. Normally she’d be absolutely dandy with a cute guy stripping for her, but with another much more awkward one standing by AND the possibility of worse rumors in the future, she turned to Zac’s closet. “Tell me where your pajamas are first. Then strip.”

[OoC:: sorry it took so long D:]

[JD Paerson]

JD was surprised to hear about Fifi and her power, but he supposed it was good that she was at least being honest about it. He also wasn't going to go tell anyone. It wouldn't do the guy any harm, he figured, and it might teach him to be more careful. At least...so long as nothing bad happened to Zac. Then there might be a problem.

"Tactile intoxication? Does it work for all substances, then, or just alcohol?" Then he glanced at Zac. "I guess we should be glad he's a happy drunk."

He was unconcerned about "breaking" Zac. He was absurdly resilient. He was a bit upset that Zac was continuing to make stupid assumptions and tell lies all the time. "I've been kissed. I've even had a few girlfriends. It's been a little while, though, and this guy has a short-term memory." It had been a while since the last relationship had ended poorly. Since then JD had been avoiding a real relationship in order to keep the same thing from happening again.

As Zac started to peel off his pants, JD frowned and placed his hand on his head in embarrassment. "You have no sense of privacy, do you?" he said in an exasperated tone. He'd seen Zac in less clothing before, but it was never something he enjoyed watching. Especially seeing the glee the billionaire took in showing off...everything.

He turned to help Fifi. "He wouldn't keep pajamas in there. They're probably in the dresser. Were I to guess, I'd say third drawer." Anticipating the question, he shrugged. "He always tries to put my clothes away for me. And he wonders why I don't keep porn in my top drawer. And most people put underwear on top of the pajamas. So I assume it goes porn, underwear, pajamas. Also, he's not the kind of person who likes to hang things. It's logic, mostly." And it was actually all true. He hadn't been in Zac's room before, but he was willing to guess that there were certain things in certain locations, based on a far-too-intimate knowledge of what kind of person the guy was.

"Right. I think that's done, and he should be safe now. So I should probably go."

[OOC: No worries, Lynx. ]

[Zachary LaRousse]

Would Zac be in a much more sober state, he’d gladly embarrass his best friend and tell Fifi everything she wants to know regarding JD’s past relationship. Past relationships even. From start to end. Because he’s such a creeper that way. Something I’m fairly sure JD doesn’t appreciate the slightest.

But, as it was, the smug teen’s in such a euphoric state that only certain words are being recognized and processed. “Alcohol! Whee!” The boy shouted, raising his arms up, left hand first followed quickly by the right. “Let’s driiiiink!” This time his hands went on each cheek, slightly pressing his face, making it look more angular and forcing his mouth into an ‘o’. He curled into a ball slightly and rolled from side to side, waving his hands (hinged to his cheeks near the thumb) while mumbling, “Fish fish fish.” Hooray coherence.

Zac promptly gave JD a defiant “Pbbt” when the boy called him out on his lack of privacy, still struggling to remove the damn-tight pants from his body. Taking it off normally is already a daunting task; it being soaked made the whole thing stick to the boy’s legs even further. “DeeDee’s just jealous,” muttered the boy as a lazy grin spread through his face, “’Cause he’s smaller.” Because it all boils down to that right? Oh Zac.

“DeeDee puts his porn near his shirts. Which means it’s very easy to find,” nodded the boy intently. Ever since Zac figured out how to break into the speedster’s room, he’s been ‘remodeling’ the boy’s closet ever since. While JD’s not so sure about where everything is for Zac’s, Zac can tell you where JD’s black shirt with glow-in-the-dark yin-yang print is without even blinking (second shelf, third drawer, second pile). He’s just invasive like that. “Fifionaaaa should not look through JD’s porn though,” he said in a hushhush voice, “He has gay porn. Lots and loooooooots.”

“Yey!” exclaimed the boy as he finally got his pants off and promptly threw the said pair towards JD’s direction, inadvertently revealing a rather comical pair of underpants. He was happily rolling over back and forth on his bed but suddenly stopped when he heard JD say something about leaving. He quickly jumped off and latched himself on the boy’s leg (he missed his back; thank goodness he held on to something instead of falling face flat on the floor). “Why you leaving so early? Please don’t take Thumbelioooona with you, ok? I need cuddles still.”

ooc:
Indeed Lynxie. Iznobiggie.^^
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[Fifi Hart]

Fifi looked at him, thoughtfully considering his question. “Uh. I think it just mimics the neurological reactions of narcotic substances in the brain. Nothing that specific.” She tilted her head at Zac. “I guess it depends on how long the exposure is. I can kill people.” She said offhandedly, desensitized to the thought due to her years with MSAD. “But it’d kill me too.” She hurriedly added, as if to prove that she would never kill anyone. “It goes both ways. Those are the side effects. Er…Let’s focus here.” She finally concluded as Zac rolled around on his bed.

She’d be kicking herself later for sounding like such a moron. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t properly string sentences together that evening. She figured it had something to do with Zac’s imminent nudity. It’d make any girl babble. Nodding slowly, Fifi smiled. “That makes way more sense. I was about to say that a girl like you should have chicks everywhere.” When JD facepalmed, Fifi finally took noticed of what was happening.

She bursted into giggles. “Christ, Zac calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself!” she managed through her giggles. When the porn came up, Fifi paused with her hand hovering over the drawers. Pursing her lips, obviously judgemental, she nodded slowly. “Don’t boys keep porn buried in their computers these days? Not in their clothes?” She inquired, peering at the only other coherent person in the room for a serious answer. She doubted JD would give it.

Following JD’s suggestion, Fifi actually did stumble across pajama pants. She also whipped out a dry pair of underpants without shame and sat down on the side of Zac’s bed only after the teen had launched himself at JD’s leg. She’d needed to sit. She was laughing so hard that tears were leaking out of the side of her eyes. “Oh god…This is---Why don’t I have a fucking camera?!” She said, wondering if it would have been less funny is Zac’s underwear weren’t so stupid.

When her laughter finally died down, she got up and tapped Zac on the back. “Hey. Drunky. You need to change clothes. “ She instructed, hoping it would be enough to get him to loosen up. She looked up to JD and patted him amicably on the back. “Thanks for your help. I’ll take care of the rest. And see you around?”

[JD Paerson]

JD hadn't considered that Fifi would be able to kill with her power, but he supposed it made sense. Overdoses killed, no matter what form they came in. "I was just wondering if you knew about any of the specific chemicals that were released, since they each have a slightly different effect, but I suppose it doesn't really matter. Guy's wasted, that's enough." He did make a mental note not to get too close to the girl. Just in case. He had no interested in being intoxicated himself.

"Boys may keep porn on their computer. But would you really classify Zac as being one of those? Just because he's got the equipment doesn't mean he's got any idea what it actually means to be a guy." He decided not to mention that the guy was a compulsive liar. If she hadn't picked up on that by now, he wasn't going to bother saying it.

He was actually a bit frightened when Fifi did find the pajama bottoms--it meant he was more accurate than he had thought and thus knew Zac possibly a bit too well. But then the billionaire latched onto his leg and he couldn't back away fast enough to avoid the leech, and suddenly Fifi was laughing and all JD really wanted to do was to get out of there.

"Look, I gotta go. Thumb--Fifi can make her own decisions." He shook his leg dejectedly as Fifi spoke. "Yeah, boozer. Hurry up and change. And then get to bed. You'll want to check yourself--I hear being drunk can do all sorts of bad things to your...person."

He started a bit when Fifi patted him on the back, then relaxed. He just wasn't used to having people come up to him. "You're welcome. So long as you're sure you have this." He turned to the door. "Yeah, I'll see you around." Shutting the door behind him, he walked quickly toward the door.

Once safely back in his room, he wrote himself a quick post-it note and stuck it on the dresser next to his desk. "Zac+Booze=8-X." Just to make sure he never forgot.

[OOC: And...I'm out. Have fun.]

[Zachary LaRousse]

As it was, Zac once again drowned out the two people conversing within his room. After his brief participation – shamelessly teasing JD about his purported size and possession of gay porn, as well as inadvertently admitting his own (not that it was any surprise he owns some anyway) – he went back to his blissful play in his (euphoric) private world, enjoying his newfound freedom with the removal of his constricting skinny jeans. He happily bounced up and down, throwing his pillows all over the room, not really caring if he’s messing his room up and even accidentally hit Fifi or JD in the process. “You two are like a married couple. Only you’re not bickering.”It has absolutely nothing to do with anything they’ve been talking about for the past two minutes or so, but does he care? Not really.

Motor skills and coordination impaired, it didn’t take much for JD to shake Zac off. The boy was already sliding down within moments of latching onto the speedster’s leg, so a few violent shakes later his face was already on the ground, landing on the floor with a relatively loud thud. (It’s a good thing he had his room carpeted then). And instead of going up and rectifying his position (head down, butt high up in the air), the mimic decided to instead get cozy with the carpet, rubbing his nose on the floor with a rather lazy grin on his face. “Bye Supermaaaaan~” waved the boy as he saw JD (or his feet) move out his room, playfully wiggling his derriere until the door closed.

Getting back up proved to be a little difficult, involving a whole lot of wiggling and squirming which, considering how Zac is dressed at the moment, could be considered both disturbing and amusing all at the same time. “Oooh. I love mah ‘jammieeees,” chuckled Zac as he grabbed the said pair of pants with his teeth and waved shook his head from side to side, very much like a dog.

He was about to put his pajamas on when he realized that, well, his underwear’s still wet. “Commando then?” asked Zac, yawning as he did. A quick shrug and his hands are once again on the waistband of his only clothing, threatening to pull them down in a flash. Fortunately he remembered his manners and turned to Fifi before doing anything brash. “I’mma take these off, ok?”

At least he warned Fifi, right?

ooc:
I may have rambled once more. My bad. Feel free to GM Zac to do whatever needs to be done, if needed. XD
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[Fifi Hart]

Zac’s wiggling was too much to watch and Fifi had to bite her knuckle to keep from laughing loud enough to alert the dorm police that she in the room of an almost-naked member of the opposite sex. When he announced he was going to rid himself of his undies, Fifi snatched up the fresh pair she’d pulled from the drawer and threw them his way. “No need for commando, hot stuff. I had some foresight and found fresh skivvies for you.” She said before flopping onto his bed and throwing her arm over her eyes. “And hurry up. You need to go to bed.” She added.

Warning or no, Fifi was in no way unnerved by having a naked boy around. Frankly, it was a miracle she even bothered to cover her eyes and didn’t just oogle the pants off (pun intended) Zac. He was a good-looking guy, after all. But there was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of knowing she’d stared him down. Even if he was “drunk”.

[OoC::x Tiny! D: I’m sorry!]

[Zachary LaRousse]

His scandalous giggling surfaced once more as the underwear Fifi threw fell on his face. He shook his head for a bit, trying to make the said article of clothing go down his face so he can bite it and hold it. Once successful, he proceeded to undress himself, taking his wet boxers off in one sweep and throwing it in Fifi’s direction. “Thank you Fifioooona,” he nodded as he lifted his legs up in an effort to put his briefs on, “I wuuffff joo. Will you marry meeee?” This is just too good to be true.

Once he’s fully dressed (underwear and pajamas on, that is), he promptly rolled over to Fifi and trapped the poor girl between his arms. “Fifiooona’s sooo warm. And cozy. Let’s be cuddle-buddies, ok?”

-magicaltimewarpbecauseJamisacheater-

Zac was initially unperturbed when he woke up a few hours later (or the following day, he doesn’t know) and saw himself with a girl in bed. Him waking up with someone without any recollection of what had happened has occurred so many times before that he doesn’t even bother anymore. And besides, he’s clothed (to an extent). It shouldn’t have been too harmful if he (and his mystery companion) had managed to dress up soon after.

It was only when he tried to snuggle some more did he realize who exactly was in bed with him. “FIFI?!” he shouted, falling down the side of his bed in shock.

And yes, he apparently forgot to keep his voice down.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi made an attempt to dodge the wet boxers way to late, and they collided with her chest. She gasped and whined “Augh, GROSS!” before letting the underclothes slip to floor, flung from her arm when she shook it viciously. She didn’t have time to stand up and leave before she was suddenly pinned against the snuggly asian. Laughing at his still intoxicated rambling, she rolled her eyes and wiggled around so that she could rest comfortably. “Whatever, Zac. Cuddle-buddies it is.”

-magicaltimewarp-

At some point during the night, Fifi had managed to wiggle out of her jeans. Weither by instinct or of her own volition, no one could be sure, but the girl blatantly refused to sleep in jeans. And Zac wouldn’t let go long enough for her to sneak out. For the time being, she was snuggled happily into his chest, her hand curled limply against his waist.

The shouting only barely roused her. Groaning she rolled over, one of her lean, bare legs dangling off the side of the bed. “Fuck…LaRousse shut your hole. I’ll get in trouble.” She grumbled in a muddy fashion. Clearly she was still asleep. Zac’s commotion continued and she sat up, her mid-length hair wild about her face and shoulders.

It was then she realized what was going on.

Zac had no clue nothing had happened. She smiled devilishly. “Good Morning~.” She cooed, happy to play up the scenario to see Zac’s reaction.