Some Nights. [Tag: Erika.]

[Alessandro Di Mercurio]

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He found that the greatest joys in life were often found in simple, everyday occurrences. Rolling out of bed at one o’clock in the afternoon? That was pretty fantastic. Finding that you made it to your own bedroom without any problems? Even greater. But finding out that your house hadn’t been trashed and that there was still some spiced rum left over? That was it – that was the great joy he was searching for in such a fleeting world. There was one slight problem with all that: he wasn’t in his room, nor was this his house.[/div]

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

It had all looked so clear a moment ago, but upon further examination he definitely hadn’t made it home last night. Nor had he made it out of the dormitories, that was a bit of a problem.

“Tell me you’re awake…”

The voice was feminine, high-pitched, nauseatingly cheery. With his chest pressed to the auburn carpet, he cranked his head up in the direction the voice. She was tall, slender but with an athletic curve to her figure. Her porcelain skin was kissed blonde tresses, the tips kissed her shoulder as she gazed down upon her ‘guest.’

“I don’t even want to – “

Her face contorted into a snarl of disgust, as she looked down at Alessandro. With her right arm firmly placed upon the top of her towel, she gestured between the two of them in a frantic motion.

“Not even the slightest chance…”

Alessandro lowered his head, his nose pressed to the carpet as a sense of relief washed over his body. He wasn’t saying that young lady wasn’t attractive, that was far from the truth. He usually was a sucker for girls with green eyes. Alright, lets be fair, he was usually a sucker for girls, period. But in a dorm? It didn’t get any more trashy than that.

“How old are you?”

Slowly, he began to pull himself off of the floor. Using the nearby bed as a crutch, he propped himself up – that’s when the lovely throbbing began. 

“Too young for you, creep.”

It became fairly obvious to him that she was not the reason he was in this room. From the looks the living space, it was definitely a co-ed dorm. Two girls and a guy? Maybe three girls, one of them is slightly masculine? Didn’t matter. He needed to get out of there, as he had obviously missed most of his courses for the day. He still had a solid few hours before his first training session of the day.

“Don’t flatter yourself. It wasn’t a pass, it was a question.”

As he stood up, he quickly swiped the bottle of rum off of the nearby dresser top. Watching from across the room, her brow furrowed as she witnessed is theft of the alcohol. Stepping forward, she looked to interject, all he could do his give her a cockeyed smirk.

“One: If you’re too young for me, that also means you’re too young for this. Two: I am not creep. You’re the one running around in a towel while there’s a grown ass man in your dorm. Three: Pretty sure you’re not allowed to have alcoholic beverages in here. I’m pretty sure that’s a thing. Four: I’m outta here!”

As he staggered to his feet, the pounding returned. He winced for a moment, shaking his head as he slowly opened the door. Easing his head past the frame, he peeked around the corner. Thankfully, the coast was clear. Stepping out of the room, he closed the door softly behind him. Success. 

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[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Why cheerleading uniforms had to be so small and cover up so little was a mystery to the brunette as she tried her best to pull the skirt further down. Today she felt especially uncomfortable wearing it. Not only because of the cold, but mostly because of the way people looked at the poor girls whenever they wandered around the school dressed like this. Then again, when they chose to walk around like that, maybe the attention was exactly what they sought.

In Erika's case, she only wandered around looking like this because during practice, some jerk had found the idea of stealing all the clothes in the girl's lockers incredible funny, and thus the entire cheerleading squad was forced to walk through the school wearing these trashy outfits.

Mrs. Positive? Not today. It was still February, and even the inside of the school seemed cold. Surely, it probably was because she was forced to wear barely anything at all. It irritated her more than what it necessarily had to, and getting irritated over something as small as that in turn made her even more irritated. It was a vicious circle, yeah she knew. And she couldn't really blame anyone but herself and possibly whoever the jerk was who had decided to steal her and the other girls' clothes.

Walking down the hallway, Erika tried her best to keep her skirt down and her head up, and not walk like a drunk monkey. Seriously, this was just sad. Very, very sad. It would have been a lot easier if she got over herself and walked with her head held high, because come on, she looked drop dead sexy in this uniform. There was a reason why so many guys had fantasies about cheerleaders, after all. Though, lately Erika had lost her sense for wooing every other guy she met, so instead, all she felt was plain ol' awkward.

Anyways.

Upon entering the hallways of the co-ed dorms, the brunette was met with a familiar face staggering out of one of the other dorms, and her face twisted into that of a grimace. Erika stopped in her tracks and suddenly felt even more self-conscious about what she was wearing, ''Busy night?,'' she asked with a sideway smirk and crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in her most judgemental manner.

Well, this could either turn out to be hilarious - on her part, or incredible...not so hilarious - still on her part. Joy.

[Alessandro Di Mercurio]

[/b][/font]ike a deer gazing into the headlights of an oncoming eighteen wheeler. Gazing in a blank manner at Erika, he wasn’t really sure how to wrap his head around the situation. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he got in this situation.

“I don’t know…”

He wasn’t one to get blackout drunk, he never had been. While a casual observer might say he had a bit of an alcohol problem, that wasn’t the case at all. Sure, he did enjoy his alcohol, but he had his limits. Generally there was a certain point during the night – usually around two a.m. – that he switched to water, or for that mater iced tea. For some reason, it just seemed like that possibly didn’t happen the previous evening.

“Seriously. I remember Lacrosse, I remember a training session, then I remember driving home. That’s it.”

His demeanor was a bit more relaxed in Erika’s presence, it always was. It didn’t take a rocket science notice hers wasn’t. He had been so caught up in his own story that he hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. Like many of the male variety among the population of the school, he was not immune, nor entirely ignorant to the beauty that was Erika Bellefonte. Unlike most, however, he had known her since she was an infant. Her family and the academy had always been kind to him, especially when the rest of the world had given up on him. He could have continued to stare at the outfit, but instead he decided to lead off with a quip.

“So, did you just decide you were going to give all the underclassmen a massive heart attack today?”

Despite the joke, he was seriously beginning to wonder what had happened the following night. He wasn’t normally the type of person to get nervous over lost time. Even when he was absolutely shitfaced, he usually had an extreme confidence in his decision making abilities. Granted, there had been some questionable choices in the past (several lovely tattoos are proof of such events.) But even so, most of these events he could remember, even if it was like staring through a haze. The past night? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. At that moment he began to panic a bit. Patting himself down, he dug into the right breast pocket of his flannel – phone, keys? Check.

The red and black of crossover accented the simple black ‘Hands Like Houses’ shirt – nope. It didn’t take him long to notice that his undershirt was gone as well. At this point he was pretty much thankful that he still his pants. But, to be fair, if he didn’t it wouldn’t have been the first time he lost them. Not to be mistaken with rapid promiscuity, Alessandro just wasn’t a fan of clothing. [/ul]
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[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Unable to keep the amused smirk from her lips, Erika's arms dropped to her sides, before slowly moving to her back where she once more tried pulling the damn skirt further down. Somehow, this was never an issue when actually being on the field, cheering. Now though? Horrible. Just horrible.

''I can tell,'' she responded with a chuckle, eyeing his dressing up and down. Clearly, Alex had had a rough night, which somehow ended up at the co-ed dorms, in which she preferred not to question. Not only because it was none of her business, but also because she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know the answer to it, ''Well, it looked like you had... Fun?,'' Okay, she had to admit, it was fairly amusing. He didn't even need to say that he had no clue how he had gotten there, as to Erika he looked like a lost little lamb in the middle of a group of lions. Ok, maybe not that extreme, but whatever. It was still funny.

However, his next statement had her frowning, which slowly turned into somewhat of a glare, ''Oh, harr, harr,'' she said with a roll of her eyes, yet again feeling the uncomfortable sensation from before fill her nerve system, ''This is the new dresscode, didn't you know? You must have missed the info, but I'm sure there's a pair for you too somewhere,'' she mused with a smirk, ''Then again, I'm not sure you'd rock it like I do,''

Hey, even while feeling incredible uncomfortable and out of place, she still managed to press forth a few sassy replies. She should have received a medal for it or something. She was just that amazing.

Erika walked closer, and as she did, the brunette scrunched her nose and shook her head, letting out a faint laugh, ''You really need a shower. You reak,'' From what she had gathered, people rarely smelled nice after a night out, and considering what Alex had obviously spent his night doing, considering where he just came out from... Yeah, he really needed a shower, ''Unless that's the smell of a washed up playboy trying too hard of course,'' Erika said as she moved past him, throwing him a wink.

In other conditions, Erika would normally agree that Alessandro was quite handsome, even with such a... Outspoken personality. Though, she'd never admit to such things. From what she could tell, and had learned, his ego really didn't need the extra fluff, and she wasn't exactly the kind of girl who simply handed compliments over like a hooker hands over STD's.

Maybe she should have been a little nicer, but oh, this was too good of an opportunity for her to simply let it pass her by. And maybe she was a horrible person for laughing as his possible misfortune, but eh... Who cared. If he ever had a problem with it, all he'd have to do was tell her and she'd apologize. Maybe... Probably not.

''You can borrow my shower, and I probably have some clothing lying around that will fit you,'' After all, Erika did have a bad habit of stealing her brother's and her father's t-shirts and sweatpants.

[Alessandro Di Mercurio]

[/font][/b]ruth be told, a shower wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world at this moment in time. Lord knows what happened, and now that she mentioned it he did smell a bit … funky. He wanted to walk back into the room, possibly ask if the girl had any inclination as to what happened the following night. He decided against it, there had been enough shame to go around that day. By the look he had been given when he had mentioned Erika’s choice of attire, it was obvious he struck a nerve. Normally, he’d keep poking and prodding. I mean, what’s the point of having friends if you can’t give them shit? But given the situation he was in, it probably wasn't the best course of action.

“First off, I could rock that outfit like it’s nobody’s business.”

He sassed, pressing off the wall and gesturing at himself with his hands in a feathery maner. Despite his current state of dishevelment, his liveliness was starting to return to him.

“This can pull off anything. I can eat McDonalds for eight meals a day and still bounce a quarter off my ass. Real talk.”

The thought passed his mind to throw in a finger snap and a head sway. He lingered on the thought for a moment, contemplating it far more than he probably should have. Finally, he let go of the moment – it nearly brought at tear to his eye.

“That musk you’re smelling is rather expensive. It ranks high with men in the late forties who are trying to recapture the glamor of their youth. I think I’m pulling it off. ”

He wasn’t. He reeaaaaaallllyyy wasn’t. The more his senses were returning, the more he realized how entirely disastrous this situation had become.

“I will gladly take you up on that offer. If you hear crying, don’t come rushing in. I’ll just be mourning the last of my dignity fading away. I’m pretty sure that girl had a ‘My Little Pony’ poster up.”

He cringed, but he fairly certain that the two hadn’t slept together. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure he hadn’t slept with anybody. If he had, he was slightly insulted that he was the one that woke up alone. While he definitely wasn’t going to try to spend the day with whoever he made a connection with, he wasn’t going to force them out the door either. He fully believed in living life to the fullest. Absorbing each experience and letting it blossom before trying to tear it all away. But in that moment, all the thoughts of the night before, and her remarks faded away.

The fidgeting had been apparent for a while. While he had joked at first, he had spent enough time around women to know when they weren’t feeling comfortable.

“Seriously, what assclown is responsible for this?”

While he had a soft smirk upon his cracked lips, he was quite serious about the question. His voice wasn’t anymore stern than normal, but the cadence had changed. It was far more formal than it had been. Mild amusement remained, yet the playful tone had begun to fade. Nothing like an afterschool special sponsored by Captain Morgan.
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[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Lifting her eyebrows in an not-so-amused manner, Erika simply shook the image away and chewed on the inside of her cheek, ''Right, right,'' she said, clearly finding the fact hard to believe. Few guys ever looked good in female clothing and those who did... Well, it wasn't usually a compliment. But hey, whatever rocked his boat, right? ''If that's true, wear this outfit for the next 24 hours. And no, you cannot sit at home all day,'' she dared him with a smirk, ''You don't have the guts,''

A small part of her hoped he was dumb enough, or prideful enough to bite on the bait, though, she really doubted it. It would surely be a sight to behold, and she wouldn't miss it for the world.

Remaining silent until she had locked up the door to her own dorm, Erika finally turned to look at him over her shoulder, a smirk spreading on her lips as she slowly shook her head as if saying, 'No. Just no.' Men smelling like men was one thing, smelling like that however was entirely different. There just was nothing attractive about the smell of past alcohol and... Whatever the heck the rest of it was.

Opening the door fully, Erika walked in and waved him inside. Without waiting she walked further inside and put her keys on the counter of the small kitchenette in the common area and ran her hands through her hair, tying it into a messy bundle at the top of her head, ''Please, I'm sure that shower has seen more dignity being lost than you have to offer - wait, did you even have any dignity to begin with?,'' she asked without turning around, assuming he'd followed her inside.

''If I knew that, do you really think I'd still be walking around looking like this?,'' she asked with a sigh and finally turned around, pursing her lips. It didn't really matter though. She was back at her dorm where noone could see her and once she got this asstwat into the shower, she could safely change. Since the bedrooms had their own bathrooms and all, and she preferred to not change inside the common area. Not that she had anything to be self-conscious about or anything, it just didn't seem appropriate.

Skipping over to her bedroom door, she opened it wide and bowed down, waving her arm out as if she was opening the door for a royal, ''This way My Liege,'' she said with a smirk, ''The bath awaits you, O' Smelly One,''

Luckily for Erika, she kept her room tidy and there was rarely any embarrassing stuff lying around, such as underwear or certain other things people liked to keep private. As many other aspects of her life, Erika's room was tidy, almost to the point of it being obsessively so, ''There's some clothes in the top drawer next to the bed,'' she pointed out and walked inside.

''No peeking though, don't be a perv,'' she warned him with a chuckle as she sat down on the bed, untying her shoes while nibbling on her lower lip. Luckily, her detention was over so she didn't have to worry about what clothes she couldn't wear that wouldn't get ruined by the smell of food and stains.

[Alessandro Di Mercurio]

[/b][/font]ormally he didn’t find himself in a hurry to wash off then night before, that day it was different. There was one thing about remembering a good time, hell, embracing it. They were few and fleeting at this point. With graduation looming over his head, and the chance to work at the school all but certain, nights like these would have to vanish. Or at the very least he would have to make sure he didn’t wake up in the dorms. Nothing would start the gossip mill churning than a teacher stumbling out of the dorm room of a student. Not to mention the legal ramifications of such a situation. It wasn’t like it didn’t happen, but that didn’t make it right.

He wasted very little time following her into the dorm room, and even less time disrobing. Seemingly the moment he passed through the threshold of her bedroom he had the entirety of his wardrobe in his hands.


“My liege… I kind of like the sound of that.”

His words absolutely dripped with a smarmily confident manner, or slightly arrogant, either one worked really. As he entered the bathroom, he was quick to startup the shower, closing the door as he did so. Not that he cared, or was really all that shy about his body – he was, however, a bit apprehensive about parading around naked in front of Erika. They weren’t exactly small children anymore.

“I’m sure if these showers could talk, you wouldn’t want to hear what they have to say.”

There was nothing better than looking into the mirror and wondering how they hell you got into this situation. He decided not to let himself sulk for too long. Starting up the shower, he removed what little remained of his clothing and placed them on the counter top. Stepping, he instantly called out in response to her statement.

“You caught me. This was all a rather elaborate ploy to get into your room and get a glance at your goods. You’ve foiled my diabolical plan.”

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[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Keeping her eyes away, she patientlynotsopatiently waited for him to get undressed and out of her sight. Sure, the man was attractive and all, but somehow that would be like watching Abel get undressed, and that was just so wrong on so many levels. Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly the same, at on some level, maybe she appreciated the idea, but now? Most likely not. ''I'm sure you do,'' she said with a roll of her eyes, though, with her back facing him he couldn't see it.

Kicking off her sneakers, Erika jumped up from the bed and walked over to her wardrobe and started ransacking through it for anything to wear. ''If only you knew,'' she called back with a chuckle. Well, at least she could admit to that much. Those showered had seen their fair share of... Adventure. Pulling out a pair of white shorts and her red striped singlet, Erika unzipped her uniform, before quickly getting dressed again.

''No need to be so sarcastic about it love, we all know you've been dying to see my goods ever since they started growing and I no longer could run around naked,'' she said with a grin, ''But oh well, guess you missed your shot. Sorry!''

Sliding back onto the bed, Erika cast a glance towards the unopened drawer and sighed, ''You do realize you forgot the clothes, yeah? Or maybe that is just another devilish ploy to get me to join you in the shower?'' Leaning over, Erika opened the top drawer and started pulling out a few of the clothes, looking at them with her lips pursed before settling for a plain white tank top, and a pair of gray sweatpants. Probably not his style - at all - but it would still be amusing to witness.

Walking over to the door, she gave it a knock before covering her eyes with her hands and holding the clothes out. Just in case he was dumb enough to actually open the door naked. Which wouldn't surprise her. Much.

[Alessandro Di Mercurio]

[/font][/font][/font][/b]ormally, forgetting his clothes so he could show himself off naked was a move – that time it was not. In his absent-minded, hungover stupor he had simply forgotten to bring the clothes inside of the bathroom with him. Although, was there really a wrong time to show off this glorious body? Granted, it was Erika, but still. No. He quickly put such thoughts of his head, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a nearby towel. Reaching downward, he covered his groin from view. The shower had done wonders, and sometimes that’s all it really took to wipe away the fog that hung over head. He felt refreshed, he felt ready for the day. Hell, he felt ready for another beer to be entirely honest. There was no greater way to get past a hangover than to start nursing it with even more alcohol. Bloody Mary perhaps? He was pretty sure he could find the ingredients if he raided enough dorm rooms.

While alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, that didn’t stop most. Let’s face it, no matter how you cut it, at the end of the day it was a private school. Children acting out, behaving, badly, etc. could be expected. Sometimes he wondered if he should have become a dorm monitor at some point, then he really could have dipped his hands into the personal stashes. Of course, he could have cared less of kids were drinking. I mean, he didn’t want them to get absolutely blasted and do something stupid. Usually, it was pretty harmless. Kids had a drink or two; got white girl wasted off of it, and then passed out or did something mildly stupid. There were the occasional exceptions to the rule, but that pretty much seemed to be how it worked most of the time. Unless, you know, you were him, then you got black out drunk and didn’t remember shit.

Opening the door, he couldn’t help but snigger a bit.

“You’re the one bringing it up, not me. I mean, I’m flattered, but I like my women at least slightly more legal.”

He said with a bit of a chortle, and that’s when he saw her covering his eyes and burst out into full blown laughter.

“Really? How old are we?”

He extended his arms out, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face to take the clothes from her. He wasn’t quite sure what she thought he was going to do, it’s not like he hadn’t thought about opening the door naked just to show off... How dare she think so lowly of him. [/div][/ul][/ul]