How Unlucky Can You Get?

[Zoelle Heroux]

To say that Zo was having a rough time was an understatement. 

Now, she wasn't the sort to get all out of sorts over a guy. That wasn't what this was about at all. Maybe Lucas had started it when he dumped her for that manic pixie dream girl of his - the one he hadn't even been able to wait to start things with for that matter - but it was really just an eye opening experience. Sure, she had plenty of anger about all of it. She had risked a lot - and lost a lot - because he had lied to her about how he felt. Hell, Jen still held her at arm's length all because of him. 

But she was over it. She didn't need her, or him. She didn't need anyone. 

That was what it all boiled down to. That whole disaster had just made it all the more clear to her that caring was a waste of her time. She'd never be good enough to live up to anyone's standards, so why go through the effort of trying to be? Why not just have fun and do whatever she wanted without caring about the people or the consequences. Life with no strings was what she had always wanted after all. Now she finally had it. 

That was how she had managed to flunk school. Well. Her initial depression over the dumbass breakup had been a lot of it. And her avoiding Lucas altogether was another big part. But mostly it was just that she stopped caring. What did it matter if she passed or failed? She wasn't going anywhere. It's not like she was going to accomplish anything. So why try?

Fun was what it was all about. And that meant drinking and smoking and partying and screwing whoever the hell she wanted. It was working pretty good for her all in all. 

Alright, it wasn't - she was a mess - but that's what denial is for, right?

Which is how she ended up sneaking into her dorm at about 3 in the morning, drunk and a little bit high. She had used her power as a shortcut to avoid getting caught, but making that many shadow jumps had her head spinning more than it already had been. Once the door was shut behind her, she simply stumbled her way into her room. Though it took a minute to remember her right from her left...

All she really wanted was to just crash in bed. That wasn't asking too much right? Apparently the universe thought so because as she stumbled her way, she ended up smacking right into something - a dresser maybe - which was painful enough as it was, but not nearly as much as the crashing sound that followed as something - perhaps a lamp - fell too the ground. The impact had her stumbling even more though as she tried to maneuver around the damn thing - had that always been there? She really didn't think so... which led to her stepping on the broken glass that she couldn't see and resulted in a stream of curses that would make even the most seasoned sailors a little red around the ears. 

Just her luck. 

[Killian Delany]

Killian had been sleeping, and he had been enjoying a particularly nice dream involving a svelt blonde, but then, good things hardly ever seemed to last. A series of ungodly noises at an ungodly hour woke Killian. The boy groaned, looked at his alarm clock, buried his face back into his pillow, and blindly grabbed for the first heavy object that came to hand. He grabbed a half-full metal water bottle and hoisted himself out of his bed, against his better judgement. But if someone had broken into his dorm, he owed them a warm Irish welcome.

He made his way to the  lights and flipped them on,squinting in the blinding new brightness. That was when he saw, surprise surprise, Zo. Zo, had, at an ungodly hour, made an ungodly mess. There was no way that she was sober. Killian squished down the urge to judge her, after all, he had done the same thing more than a few times. Pot, kettle, black.

"Jesus, Zo." He mumbled, still barely half-awake. Killian shook his head and dropped the water bottle he had been meaning to use as a clobbering tool against some unsuspecting foe, and made his way over to his roommate. She seemed to be as much as mess as the wake she left behind her. That was when he gathered enough of his wits about him to notice the glass, which she seemed to have stepped in.

"Here," he said moving to her side careful to avoid the glass on the ground, and putting her arm around his shoulders, "let's get you cleaned up, eh?" he said with a shake of his head as he helped her hobble over to his bed where he sat her down.

Luckily Killian had enough experience injuring himself doing, well, the stupid shit he usually did, and had made sure he had a well stocked first aid kit. He hadn't been a boy scout, but always being prepared never seemed to be a bad thing. Killian grabbed the first aid kit from his dresser, popped it open and rummaged around until he came up with a pair of plastic tweezers, alcohol swabs, and an assortment of band-aids.

Killian propped up Zo's foot and went to work. "Y'know, there are guys that would really have a field day with this," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. Luckily there didn't seem to be any glass lingering around in her foot, so he set the tweezers aside and went to work with the alcohol wipes, wiping at the thin cuts on her foot.

"Lucky for you I s'pose that mum raised herself a good catholic deviant, but mayhaps not that deviant." He gently applied a few band-aids "and that'll do ya, careful though, gonna smart somethin' fierce for a while I 'magine." Killian took a few steps back from his handywork. Zo had something of a temper, that much he knew about her, and should she not be in a completely logical frame of mind after experiencing a not-very surprising lack of sobriety and good deal of pain, being out of arms reach might not be the worst thing.

"Better?" He asked, knowing that it probably wasn't, but it wasn't for lack of trying on his part, that much made him feel better at least.

[Zoelle Heroux]

Somehow she hadn't noticed someone else in the room - probably because she was distracted by the stabbing pain in her foot. What she did notice though was the sudden blinding light that filled the room making her squint her eyes with another groan of pain. Even more surprising though was the voice that said her name. "What the fu-" she grumbled as she tried to figure out why her annoying roommate was in her room. And why everything looked different...

Oh. Suddenly it clicked in her mind. This wasn't her room at all. "Damn it," she said with a sigh, her hand reaching out to the nearest surface - the same cursed dresser she had run into no less - to steady her balance. Why had she taken her boots off anyway? Oh right, because 3 inch heels and her level of insobriety didn't mix very well.

All she knew was that the high was quickly crashing and the warmth was starting to fade. Instead, she just felt dizzy and wobbly, like everything around her was moving too fast and she couldn't keep up. So in a surprise to likely both of them, Zo didn't fight it when Killian helped to support her, leading to his bed. Honestly, she was just glad to not be standing anymore.

Even more surprising was that he just pulled out a first aid kit. "What are you, a boy scout?" she question, her voice thick with half-hearted sarcasm and slightly slurred. Not that she was refusing his help. After all, the pain in her foot was making the high fade faster and faster, and soon she would be left just feeling even more miserable than when she started. The longer she could put that off, the better.

Still, she winced at the sharp pain that shot through her as he touched the cut on her foot, barely even listening to what he was rambling on about. A joke about all the guys that had already had a field day with her came to mind, but turned bitter on the tip of her tongue. "Oh yeah, lucky me," she huffed instead with a roll of her eyes. "Just the word I'd use to describe it."

Though a small smirk followed. "But you're right, you're really not that deviant." After all, if he knew half the things she'd gotten up to just tonight, she bet it would shock him alright. Not that she was one to brag, but he was just a poser really. Sure, he might drink a bit here and there - enough that she knew he wouldn't rat her out - but most kids their age did. She had gone far beyond that and even if there were so many negative feelings about what had led her there, the bit of pride she felt was enough to compensate.

Perhaps another time she might have snapped about how she didn't need anyone's help, but right now, she was just exhausted. "Yeah, a bit," she admitted begrudgingly. "Thanks, I guess." Still, she made no movement to get up from her position, laying back on his bed. If anything, she felt pretty damn comfortable.

[Killian Delany]

Killian shook his head and shrugged, half of him wanted to chew her out for waking him up, half of him just wanted to go back to sleep and put the episode in the past, with hopefully few reruns. "No problem," he said as he stashed the first-aid kit back in its place. "Irish hospitality, not a stranger to drunken blunders, so on and so forth, or something like that," he said--the nature of his half-asleep state poking through. Now that the initial shock of the situation had worn off his tiredness had time to seep back in.

Killian turned and couldn't help but smirk, a very attractive girl was in his bed, and yet, the circumstances had been anything but sexual, and at this point in time, he had no plans on even attempting anything near that direction. Perhaps there really was a first time for everything. Killian plopped down in a chair next to the bed, but made no efforts to shoo Zo out. "Not that deviant, aye? If I had a mind that wasn't currently beyond asleep I might be a little offended," he joked. He wasn't sure if a joke right now was a good idea, but what else was there between them? They were roommates, but Killian did not know much about the elusive Zo.

"Lucky for me that only sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will only emotionally cripple me, I might even get misty-eyed," he joked, folding his hands behind his head and getting comfortable in his perch. "But I think at this point I'm just too damn tired to process those complex little emotions."

[Zoelle Heroux]

Usually his accent irritated her. It was an irrational sort of thing. Maybe just because of the parade of girls she saw constantly swooning just because he talked funny. When did that become a desireable thing? Why? It made no sense to her at all. Yet somehow, drunk as she was, it was almost soothing. At least when combined with his pointless rambling. What was he going on about? She probably should have listened. Oh well.

Instead she found herself thinking that his bed was awfully comfortable. She had gone from leaning back to slowly sinking in, getting a little more comfortable. Just a minute. That's all she needed. Just a minute for the room to stop spinning so much and her foot to hurt a little less. Then she'd get up and walk away.

His remark that he might normally be offended by her words had her smirking faintly. That had rather been the point of it in the first place. He has such a big head and the dumb sorta girls who fawned over him and his accent only made his ego swell even more. Which just made taking him down a peg or two even more fun for her.

Still, his next joke actually earned a real laugh from her, though it was quickly followed by a wince. Her head apparently didn't appreciate it that much. "Oh, I think I'd like to see that," she joked. Zo thought it would be pretty funny really. Still, a more serious part of her recognized the truth of his words. Words hurt far worse and far more permanently than any beating would. Zo could handle a punch, even losing a fight. But the emotional blows? That could actually knock her down.

Truth be told, it had already knocked her down.

"I think you're overestimating yourself if you really believe you can process something complex any better when you're awake, prettyboy," she mumbled, a hint of a sarcastic smirk tugging at her lips even as her eyelids seemed to feel a bit heavier.

[Killian Delany]

"So you admit I'm pretty? I was beginning to think you might have gone blind," he teased. "Well at least now I know your eyes work jus fine. Except apparently when it comes to avoiding furniture in people's bedrooms when good folk are sleepin'. Don't worry too much 'bout that, I've done it more times'n I'm proud of. I won't hold it against you. I think you did more damage to yourself than to any school property, sadly. School furniture's ugly as cow shite, it could use a little roughin' up if truth be told." Killian yawned and shook his head to try and stave off the impending sense of sleepiness that was creeping up on him.


"Y'know if you wanted to sneak into my room in the middle of the night and wake me up with a bang there are better ways to go about it," he joked. He knew it would never happen, him and Zo were roommates but he had always got a distinct sense of disdain from her. But he also had been around her enough to know that Zo was like that towards, well, everyone--or so he imagined. And while he had charm and charisma leaking from every orifice, he doubted it would ever be enough to entice someone like Zo. Normally he would have seen that as a challenge, but with a roommate--someone he had to coexist with, he thought it best not to push those buttons, he did after all, enjoy being alive.

[Zoelle Heroux]

"I admit that you think you're pretty. Unfortunately for you, my vision is 20/20 so I know you're not all that. And I'm not dumb enough for you to baffle me with your accent and gibberish like all those other bimbos you lure in here." Seriously, she didn't understand what all the fuss was about. Maybe that was just because she understood his m.o. a little too well.

Zo just rolled her eyes as he rambled about the furniture. What did she even care anyway? It was just furniture after all. If anything, his pointless rambling was putting her closer to sleep.

Still, his remark about waking him up with a bang caught her admittedly groggy attention. "Hah. Now that is hilarious. You would be so out of your depth." Her confidence might be all bravado at this point, but she had standards still. "Save it for your twisted little dreams perv," she said, though a hint of a grin played at her lips that said she wasn't mad at his little joke.

In fact, she was starting to feel a bit better. He was almost in focus now and her head didn't hurt as much - just a vague sort of ache. She shifted her weight so she was laying less on her back and more on her side, her head resting on his pillow. Sleep was coming for her and she wasn't particularly trying to fight it. She just felt so tired that little details like being in someone else's room or bed just didn't feel very important.

[Killian Delany]

Killian shook his head and chuckled at her attempts at barbed comebacks. He knew she was capable of much worse, so the ones she did attempt to lob at him did little to harm him. "Ouch, you wound me, like a papercut soaked in lemon juice--but I think I'll live through it," he replied with a shrug, any witty authority he had managed was lost in the ensuing yawn.

"You'd be surprised to know that very little happens in my dream, most times because I'm too busy living the dream. At least, I like to think so." Killian yawned again and leaned back in his chair, his eyes were becoming heavy and going back to the nice relaxing sleep that he had been in before Zo had woken him up seemed like a wonderful notion. He looked over at Zo, who seemed to have fallen asleep--though whether she was asleep or just ignoring him he wasn't sure, but one did not prod a possibly sleeping demon.

Killian stood up and stretched, "Satan's Ambassador of Evil on Earth," he said quietly, grabbing grabbing a hoodie and tucking it under his arm " is almost cute when she's not eating babies." With that Killian left his room, turning off the lights on the way out and pulling the door shut quietly behind him. He laid himself down on the common room couch and tucked his hoodie underneath his head as a makeshift pillow, and closed his eyes. Sleep found him soon after sheep number four.

[Zoelle Heroux]

They were both fading fast and it was growing more and more apparent. Still, Zo's mind was clouded by both her exhaustion and drunkenness, meaning that for now, she didn't dwell on that fact. She simply gave into it. The last thing she heard was his comment about her wounding him - that was a lullaby to her ears it seemed. At least she still had that much power in her life, even if it felt like everything else had slipped away.

Had she been awake to hear it, she likely would have enjoyed the title he gave her - it did sound pretty badass after all. The part about being cute, well, that she would definitely protest. She was anything but cute after all. Cute was usually paired with cuddly and referred to the girl next door - the same kind of girl she'd be dumped for in fact.

Yeah, she was anything but cute.

Morning came all too quickly - little surprise given that the night was already more than half over by the time Zo returned to the dorms at all. However, Zo woke finding the great big ball of light that insisted on filling the room to be painfully obnoxious - emphasis on the pain part. It took a good ten minutes to be able to take in her surrounding enough to remember that she wasn't in her room. Though where Killian was, now that she had no idea. Honestly, that part of her evening was more than a bit of a blur. She had been pretty damn wasted when she stumbled in here.

Of course, even knowing it wasn't her bed, she felt very little motivation to even attempt getting up. Besides, it wasn't like he was even here to use the bed anyway, so what was the harm really?

[Killian Delany]

Killian's alarm went off with the annoying wail of a default alarm tone. He had always been too lazy to change it to anything else, and every morning when it went off he almost threw his phone across the room. Today the most he could muster was blindly mashing his phone's screen until the cacophony went silent. "Mmmmmmffffffffff" he groaned as he buried his face back into his makeshift hoodie-pillow. The common room couch had been anything but comfortable, but it was that or the floor, and the couch seemed the undisputed option.

Another precisely timed symphony erupted from Killian's phone's speaker, and another protesting groan was Killian's response. This time however he moved himself into a sitting position, and forced himself to wake up. As thoughts began to form and consciousness became more reachable, Killian began to wonder what had become of Zo. Was she still in his room? Was she in her room now? Was she in his room, possibly naked? That thought was both invigorating and terrifying. Maybe checking out his room was not the best idea...

Killian rose off the couch and cautiously made his way back to his room, his hand rested on the doorknob and he hesitated--his life flashed before his eyes. Killian slowly twisted the doorknob and cracked door open, peeking through the crack to see if the coast was clear--or if Hellfire had somehow erupted into his room. From what he could glean, his room remained in one piece. He pushed open the door and entered the room.

"Awake aye? I'd make a joke about sleeping beauty, but you'd be the only girl I know who'd take that offensively. And I'm of a sound enough mind right now that I don't want to get decked. So I'll simply ask if you're feeling any better. Are you feeling any better?"