The Dog Days Are Over (OPEN)

[Rowan Booker]

It was time. He'd been given his couple of months and now it was up and he had to get on with things. His first heartbreak had come and past and it was about time he started acting like himself again. None of this sulky, whiny bull shit anymore, he wasn't this person. It was one thing to be heartbroken, it was another to act like a little bitch for several months over something that hadn't even lasted that long. Maybe he wouldn't be quite so hard on himself about it if it had actually meant something and been real. But it wasn't and he should have known from the start that things would never work out with them. Alex was a goody goody, Rowan was an infamous douche-bag. Everyone had been betting on it to end from the start and here he was now, with all of them proven right. 

Rowan was just over watching chick-flicks that made him feel like it was natural to wallow in self-pity. It wasn't normal, it was pathetic and the last thing he wanted to be doing. God, if Beatrice saw him like this, he'd be ashamed of himself. And she'd bust his balls for life. Rowan Booker was not a pussy, he was a player and he was going to start playing again. No more sex-less nights. He needed to get laid and he was going to.

Well...assuming that he found someone he hadn't slept with yet or someone who was willing to sleep with him again. After all, he was't going to go campaigning for a fuck buddy around school. Nope, he was going to go full Booker and flirt his way into someone's pants.

Walking through the first floor, a half hour before curfew, Rowan wasn't dressed in anything spectacular. He was simply looking for a snack and maybe some company before hitting the hay. He yawned and stretched, his t-shirt raising up a bit as he leaned against the wall, looking over his choices in a vending machine. Rowan hadn't lingered anywhere in a while. Mostly going hermit and locking himself in his bedroom. He was just happy to be among people again. People that weren't his roommates anyway, though they had been pleasantly cooperative in the last few months. Rowan started humming a little Florence and the Machine as he tried picking between a bag of Doritos or some peanut M&M's.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penelope’s water filter was broken. Again. This was the second one in less than half a year. The Brit pursed her lips as she made her way down to the first floor to get a water bottle, refusing to drink straight from the tap.

She took quick, precise steps as she made her way towards the vending machine. There was an Australian waiting for her in her bed, and she had no intention of wasting time to get back to her.

Unfortunately, when the psychometrist has reached the vending machine, there was somebody blocking it. She stood behind him a few moments, hoping that the boy wouldn’t take long. Yet he seemed either unsure what to get or just bored with the thing.

So she spoke up. “Pardon.”

[Rowan Booker]

Finally deciding on what he was craving (neither of the options he'd originally been debating between), Rowan selected the bag of fruit snacks and paid the stupid machine. He needed to get one of his cousin's little trickster bills so that he could stop spending his money on the junk in this stupid school. Good lord he was ready to get out. Half a year to go, and it couldn't come fast enough. He was starting to wish he'd just bulked up and finished the year out last time, but with everything going on with him, he supposed it was only natural for his grades to slip back into the same track they'd been when he first started out.

Right as the machine surrendered his fruit snacks, Rowan heard a small voice coming from behind him. It was whiny, a little on the stuck up side and he could only imagine that it was some dumb little freshman that didn't know the ropes yet. Silly kids not knowing who owns the damn place.

He turned around to face the girl and immediately froze. What the fuck was this.

At least he'd gotten the whiny, stuck up part right. Of course. His birthday weekend and this was what he got. It was like the world was all pinned against him. Okay, that was a bit melodramatic, but honestly this was the last person he wanted to see days after his birthday.

But then he realized why the recently graduated gnark would be in the building and he was not pleased. It was Lucy's birthday, where else would she be? It wasn't like she had anybody else that gave two fucks about her. "Wow, never thought one word could sound so pretentious, congratulations," He smirked, still standing in front of the machine.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Rarely did Penny ever wish for a reason to step away from Lucy, especially on the ink manipulator’s birthday. The moment she passed the threshold of the dormitory door, she wished she hadn’t gone through with the action. But there was reason; she was far too overwhelming. This day far too perfect.

Penny was hardly about to ruin it with a question that had been entering her mind far more frequently than it should have been.

But she did already miss the ink manipulator, only having been gone minutes. A boy standing in her way was just an annoyance.

She didn’t intend to come across in any particular way, but there was always an air about Penelope that made anyone that actually noticed her uncomfortable. Judging before giving a chance to know a person. Not the best way to go about life, but it was her way.

So when the boy turned, she didn’t offer anything within her expression to him. If anything, she was surprised to see the way he froze. Didn’t she just ask him to move? Especially now that he had gotten some sugar filled treat falsely advertising as something healthier?

Pretentious. Such a big word for someone who, from what Penelope could gather thus far, seemed like another poor result of Hammel’s pathetic grading system. His smirk hardly affected the Brit as she raised her eyebrows a hair. “I would appreciate it if you moved.” She tried again, not having recognized her girlfriend’s supposed best friend.