Help Make It Better

[Devyn Solway]

"Well, that was nice of the guy to take her to the prom. Even if someone is dying or you can't like do stuff with them does not mean you should not like let them have a good time." Devyn said and that thought reminded her a little bit of Zoe which brought back some sadness. She made herself stop thinking about it because she was already a little bit sad after the song. She always felt for those who were struggling in a way. Perhaps that was why she always looked after and took those weaker or the underdogs. She didn't and really could not think too deeply about it at this moment in time but made a mental note to do so later. If she could even remember making said mental note or any other kind of note.

"Oh, we are still staying? Are you going to be able to get us back safe or re we crashing here with your friend?" Devyn asked as she scratched at her head for a little bit. Thinking a little bit more about Beau's friend and wondering how Beau had that connection. Perhaps Beau was like her, seeking to be among those older then themselves. She looked back over to the table when Beau pointed out that he still had to beat her in the game. She scoffed a little at that as she looked at the table, staring for a moment and blinking a few times. She opened her mouth to say something but Beau literally said what she was going to say. "Jinx." Devyn said with a small snicker after saying so. She focused back on the table then for a moment.

"You can go, if you want. I don't really care anymore." Devyn said as she leaned on her pool stick a little. She then moved closer towards Beau, setting her pool stick against the table before opening her arms. "Can I have a hug? It's been a while since I had a hug." Devyn said as she held her arms open for one. She just had the sudden need for a hug, really bad.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau chuckled, shaking his head a little at Devyn's reaction. Yeah, the guy was definitely a little too far gone emotionally right now. Beau supposed that made sense, the whole drinking thing got to someone, especially when they happened to be practically overwhelmed by various emotions like Devyn was. Beau didn't want to push it.

Which extended to their sticking around. "Well, figured we should at least finish the game an' all,' he said, gesturing toward the table, which still had a handful of balls scattered across the surface. "Though if ya don't wanna stick 'round, ain't nothin' sayin' we gotta," he shrugged and adjusted his grip on the cue, leaning on it and eying Devyn again. He could probably get permission to crash at Matt's apartment if they really needed to: the guy had always had something of an open door policy, especially when it came to Beau. He just wasn't sure he should be taking advantage of that situation.

Speaking of, poor Devyn still seemed all knotted up tight as could be. Beau sighed and then shook his head again. "I suppose so," he said. He moved the cue enough to the side to move and give Devyn a hug. He of course opted for the "man hug," which as all good men knew involved going forward and using just the one arm to wrap around the other person, thus showing connection and hugging with probably the minimum amount of touching required. Practiced and used by men of all ages everywhere.

[Devyn Solway]

The drinking did not really help this time around, it had the opposite effect and just made Devyn feel more then she normally would. Everything just seems so sad, but at least she was not thinking about Zoe and that sadness. Now she was just thinking about the sadness of the song and about how people here were not going to be getting any action tonight. In fact she was a part of that group of people who were going to be lonely tonight. Forever alone. Devyn thought to herself as she started to whimper.

Normally she honestly didn't really care about such things but now she just wanted someone to hold her and play with her hair a little. "If you wanna. It's kind of sad that we are hitting them into holes. What if they could feel it? What if they were alive?" Devyn said sounding sad as she looked at the pool table. Then she started to chuckle at another thought that came to her mind. "Orgies. They would have them a lot. Devyn thought, referring to the pool balls since they were always being put together and clanking into one another.

Her mind was certainly all over the place and it was really hot. She was tempted to at least remove her shirt to try and cool off a little bit. Did I put on a bra today? Devyn thought to herself as she pulled her shirt down by the neck a little to peek down and check. Not really pulling it down that far as she got distracted by someone carrying more drinks past them. Devyn didn't care if they kept playing or not but she was pretty much out of it and wanting to do something else. Or curl up in a ball and cry for a little that also seemed like a good idea.

She smiled a little when Beau agreed to hug her, moving to not give Beau the standard guy hug and went for a bear hug. She would squeeze him tight and pat his back a few times before she would let go. "Dude, what is your girl going to think you handing out with me so late at night? She is going to be cool with that?" Devyn then asked, worried. She didn't want to mess up Beau's relationship when he was just being a pal to her.

[Beau LaRoux]

Okay, so maybe Beau had underestimated just how drunk Devyn was. He watched the other guy, listening to talk about how the balls were alive or something. Yeah, definitely just a bit too drunk. How much had Devyn even had to drink, really? Beau was tempted to doublecheck, but he was fairly certain it hadn't been all that much. The Southerner wasn't even feeling buzzed, and he thought he'd been matching his buddy drink for drink.

Beau kept his attention on Devyn though, watching for any signs that he needed to step forward and help somehow. The hug came, and Beau felt the other guy's lean body beneath.Beau even offered a few pats, and only grunted as Devyn gave him a slight squeeze. The question had him chuckling though.

"She ain't gonna care none," he replied airily, waving a hand. "Wouldn't be the first time that one o' us had to mop someone up or somethin'," which was certainly true. Beau had been right there to help pick up the pieces of Liz's various friends, so it only made sense that he could do it in response. He was tempted to add that there wasn't anything to worry: two guys hanging out certainly wouldn't draw any of Liz attention, let alone her ire.

"You seem pretty out of it," he said, eying his friend. He pulled back, though he kept his hands on Devyn's shoulders. "You feelin' like you need to go back an' sleep it off or somethin'?" Generally this took longer, but, well, generally it didn't involve someone who couldn't hold his liquor. Jeez, Devyn's girl could probably outdrink him, and she was a scrawny little thing.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn had told Beau that she was a lightweight; she really could not hold her drinks all that well. She had tried to improve her tolerance for drinks, but no matter what she did she remained a lightweight. She could still drink but all it would do was make her hangover worse when she would wake up and just drop how she behaved even more. She could pretty much end up all over the place from being happy, sad, and angry, to outright physically aggressive. It just all depended what was said and how her mind decided to take it. Beau could easily drink her under the table.

The hug was nice; it was warm, and slightly comforting. She wanted more hugs and to just cuddle up with Beau but had to remember that he probably would react all weird to it. He was more than likely super committed to his girlfriend and even if she was being completely innocent about it all, he probably would take it the wrong way. That was what Devyn was thinking on it anyways and didn't want to upset or mess things up with her new friend.

"Okay, just wanted to be sure. I hate if I like messed up your relationship when you were just trying to be a friend to me. That would suck, like a lot and..." Devyn said, then lost her train of thought along the way and just stopped talking. "I feel like...there are too many of you and you need to hold still." Devyn said after a moment of looking at Beau and blinking when he pulled out of the hug a little. The world had just started to spin really fast for a moment, but then everything was fine.

"False alarm, there is only one of you, which is good. Could you imagine if there was more than one of yourself? Would it be insets if you slept with yourself?" Devyn asked, thinking if it would be or not. It probably was.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau smiled slightly as Devyn kept rambling, talking about relationships and such. Yeah, spending time putting a friend back together wouldn't be relationship-breaking for either of them, especially not when said friend happened to be sort of connected to both of them like Devyn was. The guy definitely wasn't holding his liquor though: Beau moved to adjust, getting ready to carry Devyn if need be. Beau might not have been made of muscle; he was actually on the smaller side of things, but he could definitely help someone to a van and then to a bed if need be.

Let's just say he had some practice.

"Right, let's get ya home," said Beau as Devyn started talking about sleeping with himself. Beau adjusted, flinging one of Devyn's arms around his neck and pulling up. The other guy wasn't that heavy, thankfully, and, again, Beau had some experience in moving people like this. He adjusted and grabbed onto Devyn well enough to support him, then started walking toward the exit of the bar. "Say goodbye to all the good folks here," said Beau, waving and nodding himself. At least he wasn't a light weight: Beau didn't even feel buzzed enough to call someone to drive them, and he was always very careful about that sort of thing.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn didn't fight Beau coming over to help her out so she didn't end up on the floor. She never really ever got that drunk to the point that she could not at least walk on her own. If anything she just got distracted along the way and that was why she typically didn't end up in a place she was supposed to be going if she didn’t have someone helping her out. So if Beau left her, it was likely she was not going to end up getting back to BA until she sobered up. So the help was appreciated and she even nuzzled Beau to show her thanks for the help.

"You are a good friend Beau. Don't forget that. Even if we don't seem like friends and what not, I think you are a good one to someone and me too, right?" Devyn said, but it came out like more of a question as she watched him move into position to help her walk out the bar. "If I'm like ever a jerk to you for all you do, its cause I'm stubborn and don't want you to think of me as weak. So don't think of me as weak right now or I'll punch you in the face." Devyn then quickly said, letting out a growl. She formed a fist and even shook it at Beau, her gaze locked onto him as her green eyes changed to a darker color for a moment.

It was only for a moment however and then she was soon back to smiling and being in sort of a good mood. She leaned a bit too much on Beau, making him have to deal with some more of her weight while they walked to leave the bar. She actually liked to be carried sometimes but when she dated girls she was typically the 'male' in the relationship. Then with guys she dated they didn't really pick her up that often, so she was taking advantage of it now with Beau. He was not fully carrying her, but it was sort of like being carried.

"Bye people! Get some girls in here so people can get laid!" Devyn yelled as she waved at the people in the bar. Snickering and then just rested her head towards Beau, a sad smile on her face, but she was also...content.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Jus' doin' what I'd want in return," replied Beau, letting the compliment about friendship slide off him better than a duck did with water. Didn't stop him from smiling though. Nor did it stop him from chuckling as Devyn continued, insisting that he might be a pain in the ass later or something. Beau was already preparing to let that slide off too: you had to get used to that sort of thing if you wanted to maintain friendships and all.

For now, Beau was much more focused on getting them back to the van. They were making decent progress considering Devyn's condition, and Beau figured they wouldn't have to worry about walking to the van that much longer. No, the slight difficulty would come with explaining Devyn's condition to the staff and what have you, but Beau figured they could probably sneak Devyn through. He did have permission to go out and all.

"Hey now, there's some ladies come in from time to time," protested Beau halfheartedly, chuckling again. "You jus' came in on a bad night," he nodded and moved them toward the van, stopping to prop Devyn against it when they got there. "You hold on now while I go an' get us all ready to go," he gestured for Devyn to hold, then when he was confident Devyn would at least try, Beau hurried to the other side, digging the keys out and getting the door open himself.

[Devyn Solway]

“Well you got it bro. You need something from me you just ask. I got your back. You hear me? I got it.” Devyn said, patting Beau’s back for emphasis. She was a loyal friend but beyond that she was big on settling her debts and making sure she and another person were even. She would not bend over backwards to pay a person back, but she would at least put in some effort. So if Beau even needed someone to talk to or hang out with, she was there for him. Even if she saw him having the perfect life without any problems, she was still here for him.

Devyn moved along with Beau, still putting more weight then she needed to on the boy and looking round. She did get distracted a few times with something she saw on the ground or a person walking by, but Beau was there moving her along. “I need proof. So either you get a photo of some ladies in there or you and we…er I, end up there when there are some babes there.” Devyn said, not buying it without seeing it with her own two eyes. They ended up making it back to the van and Devyn found her support buddy replaced by the busted up van.

She honestly would not have been surprised if she fell through the metal and ended up inside the van that way. “Hold onto what? The rust?” Devyn asked in a joking manner. The world started to spin again and she felt herself slowly sliding down the side of the van until she was lying curled up on the ground. “Thanks Beau…thanks for caring, but I’ll understand if you end up leaving me someday. The good ones always do.” Devyn spoke up, her tone soft and sullen. She kind of just wanted to lay there, to become one with the asphalt, and be done with it all.

A belch got rid of that feeling for a moment, causing her to snicker after the sound. “My b. That was not very manner like of me.” Devyn said, chuckling a little bit more. She then struggled to sit back up, having a harder time then she thought she would. This is why a drunk should never end up on the ground, because getting back up was always a challenge.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Got ya," agreed Beau, nodding and smiling. He somehow doubted that Devyn would really remember the promise or whatnot when he sobered up. Didn't matter: that wasn't why Beau did what he did. As he'd insisted repeatedly, and would likely insist in the future: this was just what you did when someone needed you, especially if there was something you could do about it.

As they headed to the van, Devyn kept going about the ladies. Beau chuckled and shook his head. "I'll take ya when it's ladies' night sometime," he replied, ending the chuckle with a smirk. He actually made quite a bit of money during those nights, and he usually tried to make sure that he played them. Liz didn't even seem to mind either, not since Beau made certain to come home to her in the end. Beau was at least thankful that they hadn't done anything that would bar them from returning.

Assuming that they didn't end up knocking off some rust before they got all the way home. "Hush: this is a good van an' you know it," insisted Beau, waving Devyn off again. They'd soon get into the van, though Devyn curled up on the floor. Beau nodded and left him there, listening to the sullen, illspoken words.

"Don't worry 'bout it," insisted Beau, waving it off again, "an' I ain't goin' nowheres. Jus' shut yer eyes an' I'll let ya know when we make it back," he nodded and slid into the driver's seat, getting things together and starting the van. it shuttered and spat, and Beau had suspicion that bits of it fell off the bottom but, well, that was all part of the charm. He started backing them up, using the opportunity to doublecheck on Devyn, hoping that his friend wasn't too bad off. even better if he'd just fallen asleep: Beau'd just drive them home and tuck the unconscious guy into his bed.

[Devyn Solway]

"I'll hold you to that. Probably not really since I'm not looking to get laid or anything like that. I go for the nice views...guys have nice views too." Devyn said, adding that bit about guys. She really did like members of both sexes, even if she tended to score better with females. Just because she dated and hooked up with more girls did not mean that she only liked girls, she like to remind people of that. Even if Beau seemed to be only interested in girls himself and making sure to only show Devyn to cute girls.

He still make a pretty cute gay guy. Devyn thought to herself as she snickered a little. She waited for Beau to get the falling apart van open while she sunk to the floor. She rolled her eyes at his words about how the van was a good van. "Good for scrap meatal." Devyn muttered under her breath as she curled up where she was. She smiled a little bit at Beau's words but she didn't want to cling or hold onto them too tightly. It was when she did that that she hurt the most, like she was now.

The van floor was not an ideal location and Devyn would not have been surprised if she ended up falling through the floor and left on the road, but she didn't care. She was pretty sure she did hear something falling off of the van once it did start to move after its little musical number of a startup. Devyn didn't say anything and just chuckled slightly, remaining still on the floor with her eyes closed. It did take a moment but she did end up falling completely asleep and being the heavy sleeper that she was she didn't stir as she was moved and carried off to her room.

She would only wake if Beau called her name enough for her to do something. Then she would go right back to sleep, at peace in the darkness that had always been her home.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nodded, willing at this point to go along with just about anything Devyn suggested. He didn't think that the other guy would remember all that much, and besides, wasn't like Beau was the kind to go back on his word or anything. This whole experience more or less proved that, from taking Devyn out to loading his intoxicated body onto the floor of a van.

Beau did spend a few moments to get Devyn as comfortable as possible, arranging things and shoving aside some of the detritus that had collected on the floor from God knows what. There was only so much to do, what with it being an old van and all, but Beau tried his best. Devyn didn't seem to mind all that much, his eyes closing and all. Once that got settled, Beau just climbed in. He kept the radio low, trusting his knowledge of what came piping through, singing softly along with the tunes.

It wouldn't take long for them to get back to the school. Beau would gently wake Devyn then, and get the other guy into the bed. There wouldn't be much else going on that night, and Devyn didn't look bad enough for Beau to stick around to make sure that nothing horrible happened. So Beau would just get the guy settled in and head to his own bed, exhausted. It wouldn't stop him from calling Liz and filling her in though; the whole night had just made Beau want to spend more time with her, and he had no doubt that he would. He just hoped Devyn found his own Liz sometime.