The arm bone's connected to... the other arm bones

[ihascoffee]

With an exaggerated sigh of relief, Brandon slumped against the brick wall, tossing his book bag carelessly onto the ground where it landed with a highly audible thump. On a natural auto-pilot he reached into his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter, deftly removing one with his lips and lighting it smoothly with a zippo.

Inhale. Freeze. Heaven. Exhale.

Eyes closed, he blew the smoke out dramatically through his mouth, perfect teeth glinting in the sunshine from the blissful smile painted across his face. God how he'd been craving that rush every painstaking eternal millisecond of that agonizing lecture - even the hour in which he'd been asleep he'd been dreaming of lighting up. "Mmmm, cigarettes! I love you!" Oblivious to the disapproving looks of his fellow students, he grinned.

[toocool]

Barely managing to hide her unsteadiness and exhaustion, Alana stumbled down the steps and out of the stocky wooden doors into the courtyard. Looking into the sky - for only a moment, since she felt sick as it was - she winced and groaned behind her huge "hangover" shades at the painfully bright light. "Urgh. I swear it wasn't that bright when we went in..."

With a few half-hearted steps, she flung herself onto the grass in the shade of a large tree, face down; whiny complaints and moans of anguish were muffled into the ground. "Why did you drink that Jaeger last night Alana? WHY?! And why did you smoke all your cigarettes and WHY did you even come to class...?" In a final exasperated plea for some heavenly entity to alleviate her pain, she half-heartedly slapped the ground and let out a high pitched screech.

[ihascoffee]

A sudden movement nearby snapped Brandon out of his blissful coma in an instant, eyes darting around trying to locate the source of disturbance; from a first glance, it wasn't too difficult. Face-down in the grass right before him lay a girl partaking in some sort of hissy-fit that sounded suspiciously hangover-esque. Muffled shrieks punctuated by limp flailing almost confirmed this.

Not even attempting to hide his amusement, he knelt down next to her. "Hey there, babe. Are you alright? It's just... you're looking a little... special..." Trailing off into a snigger he fell back and crossed his legs, watching expectantly and taking a long draw of his cigarette.