You Haven't Learned a Thing, Have You?

[Rebekka Knight]

This was why Rebekka didn't give people credit unless they earned it. Especially if that person was younger. The students here were more like children than adults. Case in point, the passed out boy lying on the ground. The familiar boy, Rebekka might add. She only saw half his face, but she recognized him. Even if they'd only spoken for a few minutes. At a party she was busting no less. He'd been pretty smug too when he escaped. Then again, it had been his birthday.

But it appeared he didn't learn anything from the experience. Here he was, passed out. Probably from drink. At least he'd tried getting back to the dorms. Obviously he didn't make it. Rebekka snickered. It made her] night more interesting at least. She nudged him with her foot. Then knelt down next to him. Sadly she didn't have a bucket of ice water, otherwise waking him would be easy. Still, there was another enjoyable method: slapping. Which she did with a grin. "Wakey wakey, party boy." She cooed mockingly. She slapped him on the cheek a few more times. Not too hard, but definitely not gentle. "Hasn't anyone taught you that a floor's for walking on, not sleeping?"

[Cash Hunter]

The first slap that came jolted the boy awake. Well, not really but he started to regain his consciousness. His eyelids were still heavy and they did not posses any energy to peel open. Since the boy was Cash Hunter, he stayed up late partying again last night -- something that was beginning to be a norm for the new twenty year old. The passed out boy was obviously tired and Cash much rather stay asleep far from reality. So he grumbled a few incoherent sentences and continued his slumber.

Unfortunately, the slap did not stop coming. After a few more times, it was impossible not to wake up and tell off whoever it was that decided it was a good idea to choose such an unbelievable way to wake someone up. "Bitch better have a good reason," he uttered in annoyance. Rolling onto his back, Cash rubbed his groggy eyes. However, his eyes stayed shut but his mind was alert and it looked like it would have to be for the next few minutes at least.

"No, because everyone was too busy making out and having sex on it," he replied sarcastically, haven't registered that he in fact had slept on the floor. "If you're looking for Elliot, you're mistaken. He lives down the hall."

[Rebekka Knight]

He seemed to be coming to. But that didn't mean Rebekka was going to stop slapping right away. She did once he started muttering and moving. Bitch better have a good reason? Rebekka grinned at that and stood up again. "You bet your hungover ass this bitch does." She answered in amusement. Obviously the boy had been drinking again. He was a teenager. It was what they did.

Rebekka snorted and rolled her eyes. "Open your eyes, party boy. Obviously someone kicked you out of the sex bed or you wandered out yourself." She responded. "Am I'm not looking for anyone. What I am looking at is a kid who's probably going to be in a shit ton of trouble if he doesn't actually get up and get dressed." She added. He could get in plenty of trouble, especially if Rebekka found the rest of the kids or any of the alcohol involved. It would certainly give her a laugh.