Schmoop! n.2!!!
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flytastic
So I cheated a little bit and swapped one of my schmoop prompts out for this one. I like it better, anyway! :D :D :D
Who: Peter/Alice
When: Summer 2009
Where: Brohouse
“Come on, Peter - you’ve had WAY too much...” Alice said as she tugged on his arm to pull him up from where he had slid down against the wall.
“But the ground is moving... is there... where’s the daemon?” he mumbled, looking around confusedly. “It’sh here, I feel it...” He leaned over like he wanted to peer under the fridge, but knocked into Alice’s legs instead. “Oh! It’s you!” he exclaimed.
Alice laughed and pulled at his arm again. She had had two glasses of pineapple beer herself in celebration of the spring semester being officially over, and wasn’t much steadier on her feet than poor Peter was normally. But she was stone cold sober compared to him. He had already proven that he couldn’t successfully walk on his own after how much he’d had. “Come on, Pete, let’s go.”
“Whare’we goin?” He got his feet under him and used the wall and her guidance to pull himself into an approximation of a standing position. “You’re not Peter-napping me, are ya, Al?”
Alice pulled his arm around her shoulder and let him lean against her for balance. “Maybe I am! I’m Peter-napping you to your new room!” She giggled again, and they took a few wobbly steps down the hallway of the Brohouse that the dorm hunters had rented. It had been unanimously decided that Peter’s room would be the one on the ground level.
The others had moved to the back porch - their laughter could be heard through the open door as music played from the living room. The party was still going strong, but Peter was definitely done for the night, Alice decided and said as much.
“But if I’m done, where’re you napping me to?” Peter turned and nearly lost his balance again, but recovered and peered down at her with an exaggerated suspicious expression, slightly ruined by the fact that he had to shut one eye to focus properly. “You has some ‘splaining to do, Al!” He staggered back against the wall, his arm still draped over her shoulders, causing her to stumble against him.
“Ack! Careful, don’t fall over!” Alice yelped, but they didn’t. A dreamy expression fell over Peter’s face, made derpy with his big grin, and he took the opportunity to pull her into a hug, bending down to nuzzle his face in her hair. “Ooof, Peter, come on,” she said, pushing against the wall to get them both standing again. He leaned heavily on her, but obligingly turned so they were arm in arm again.
“You smell nice, Al. You always smell nice...” he mumbled as Alice pushed open the door to his room and flicked on the light. It was surprisingly neat, but then, there wasn’t much in the room beyond the long desk and the unmade mattress.
“Aw, thanks!” She directed Peter towards the bed and nudged him onto it when their feet hit the box spring. Peter flopped face down onto the mattress, then grunted and rolled onto his side. “Do you need a trash can or anything?” Alice asked and sat down next to him. She brushed his hair out of his eyes.
“No, I’m good...” He turned his face and rubbed his cheek against her palm, then reached out and snuck an arm around her waist to pull her down with him. “Mmm, c’mere...”
“Ack, Peter! You’re drunk!” Alice squeaked.
“Don’t care... want you to c’mere...” He tugged her again, but the alcohol made his strength feeble. He looked up at her with drunken eyes, but there was a sincerity in them that made Alice hesitate, then turn and lay down next to him on her stomach.
“You should probably get this mattress up off the floor. You’ll sleep better,” Alice remarked as Peter threw an arm over her back and snuggled up close to her shoulder.
“Still’s a better bed than ones at the dorm... I like you here. You’re warm.”
“You’re still drunk, Peter.” Alice grinned, then shifted as he slid his other arm next to the pillow. “You’re not going to feel very well tomorrow.” She tapped lightly on his inner arm, then traced one of the blue veins towards his bicep.
“That tickles...” Peter said into her shoulder, then shifted and tugged at her again so that he could wrap his arms around her. “You sure like tickling me, Al.” Some part of her still-rational brain said that this probably wasn’t the best idea, considering that they all had been drinking, but Alice let Peter pull her against his chest in a proper cuddle. “I like it when you do.”
“Oh really? What if tickled you now?” She hovered a hand over his side threateningly.
“Nooooo!” Peter squirmed and giggled, trying to get away from the pending tickles but not wanting to go too far away from her. “No tickles! Not fair!” They both dissolved into tipsy laughter, and he buried his head into her neck again. “No taking advantage of drunk Peter.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Alice rested her hand on his side, still unsure if this was a good idea.
“Think I’d be okay with it. Don’t think I’d mind. Would let you if you wanted.”
“Well don’t worry, I won’t cause you’ve been drinking. I’m not going to do anything that we’d regret.” Alice replied, glad that she could make that loud and clear. He might not remember any of this the next morning, but if he did, he would at least know that she knew it was just the alcohol talking. And it was okay, and their friendship would be good too.
But Peter sighed, his breath hot against her neck, and Alice shivered with the sensation. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was surprisingly just as intimate. He was quickly falling asleep, though. She could hear it in his mumbled reply. “Wouldn’t regret anything, Al. Love you too much.”
“Peter, you’re so drunk...” Alice groaned, wanting him to shush, not wanting him to say anything else that would send her heart bounding in excitement, especially since it was alcohol inspired.
“Maybe a little... but still love you...” he sighed again, then, “Think I’m falling asleep...” Peter’s arms loosened, and his breathing slowed to steady puffs against the skin beneath her ear.
Alice knew she should steal away, go back to the others, but figured a few more minutes there wouldn’t hurt. His admission whirled around the room like a trapped bird, but maybe... just maybe he had really meant it. Alice felt herself grinning and settling her head on his shoulder. Just a few more minutes, then she’d go back to the party, she thought, and didn’t feel sleep sneaking up on her until it was too late.
:D :D :D
Who: Peter/Alice
When: Summer 2009
Where: Brohouse
“Come on, Peter - you’ve had WAY too much...” Alice said as she tugged on his arm to pull him up from where he had slid down against the wall.
“But the ground is moving... is there... where’s the daemon?” he mumbled, looking around confusedly. “It’sh here, I feel it...” He leaned over like he wanted to peer under the fridge, but knocked into Alice’s legs instead. “Oh! It’s you!” he exclaimed.
Alice laughed and pulled at his arm again. She had had two glasses of pineapple beer herself in celebration of the spring semester being officially over, and wasn’t much steadier on her feet than poor Peter was normally. But she was stone cold sober compared to him. He had already proven that he couldn’t successfully walk on his own after how much he’d had. “Come on, Pete, let’s go.”
“Whare’we goin?” He got his feet under him and used the wall and her guidance to pull himself into an approximation of a standing position. “You’re not Peter-napping me, are ya, Al?”
Alice pulled his arm around her shoulder and let him lean against her for balance. “Maybe I am! I’m Peter-napping you to your new room!” She giggled again, and they took a few wobbly steps down the hallway of the Brohouse that the dorm hunters had rented. It had been unanimously decided that Peter’s room would be the one on the ground level.
The others had moved to the back porch - their laughter could be heard through the open door as music played from the living room. The party was still going strong, but Peter was definitely done for the night, Alice decided and said as much.
“But if I’m done, where’re you napping me to?” Peter turned and nearly lost his balance again, but recovered and peered down at her with an exaggerated suspicious expression, slightly ruined by the fact that he had to shut one eye to focus properly. “You has some ‘splaining to do, Al!” He staggered back against the wall, his arm still draped over her shoulders, causing her to stumble against him.
“Ack! Careful, don’t fall over!” Alice yelped, but they didn’t. A dreamy expression fell over Peter’s face, made derpy with his big grin, and he took the opportunity to pull her into a hug, bending down to nuzzle his face in her hair. “Ooof, Peter, come on,” she said, pushing against the wall to get them both standing again. He leaned heavily on her, but obligingly turned so they were arm in arm again.
“You smell nice, Al. You always smell nice...” he mumbled as Alice pushed open the door to his room and flicked on the light. It was surprisingly neat, but then, there wasn’t much in the room beyond the long desk and the unmade mattress.
“Aw, thanks!” She directed Peter towards the bed and nudged him onto it when their feet hit the box spring. Peter flopped face down onto the mattress, then grunted and rolled onto his side. “Do you need a trash can or anything?” Alice asked and sat down next to him. She brushed his hair out of his eyes.
“No, I’m good...” He turned his face and rubbed his cheek against her palm, then reached out and snuck an arm around her waist to pull her down with him. “Mmm, c’mere...”
“Ack, Peter! You’re drunk!” Alice squeaked.
“Don’t care... want you to c’mere...” He tugged her again, but the alcohol made his strength feeble. He looked up at her with drunken eyes, but there was a sincerity in them that made Alice hesitate, then turn and lay down next to him on her stomach.
“You should probably get this mattress up off the floor. You’ll sleep better,” Alice remarked as Peter threw an arm over her back and snuggled up close to her shoulder.
“Still’s a better bed than ones at the dorm... I like you here. You’re warm.”
“You’re still drunk, Peter.” Alice grinned, then shifted as he slid his other arm next to the pillow. “You’re not going to feel very well tomorrow.” She tapped lightly on his inner arm, then traced one of the blue veins towards his bicep.
“That tickles...” Peter said into her shoulder, then shifted and tugged at her again so that he could wrap his arms around her. “You sure like tickling me, Al.” Some part of her still-rational brain said that this probably wasn’t the best idea, considering that they all had been drinking, but Alice let Peter pull her against his chest in a proper cuddle. “I like it when you do.”
“Oh really? What if tickled you now?” She hovered a hand over his side threateningly.
“Nooooo!” Peter squirmed and giggled, trying to get away from the pending tickles but not wanting to go too far away from her. “No tickles! Not fair!” They both dissolved into tipsy laughter, and he buried his head into her neck again. “No taking advantage of drunk Peter.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Alice rested her hand on his side, still unsure if this was a good idea.
“Think I’d be okay with it. Don’t think I’d mind. Would let you if you wanted.”
“Well don’t worry, I won’t cause you’ve been drinking. I’m not going to do anything that we’d regret.” Alice replied, glad that she could make that loud and clear. He might not remember any of this the next morning, but if he did, he would at least know that she knew it was just the alcohol talking. And it was okay, and their friendship would be good too.
But Peter sighed, his breath hot against her neck, and Alice shivered with the sensation. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was surprisingly just as intimate. He was quickly falling asleep, though. She could hear it in his mumbled reply. “Wouldn’t regret anything, Al. Love you too much.”
“Peter, you’re so drunk...” Alice groaned, wanting him to shush, not wanting him to say anything else that would send her heart bounding in excitement, especially since it was alcohol inspired.
“Maybe a little... but still love you...” he sighed again, then, “Think I’m falling asleep...” Peter’s arms loosened, and his breathing slowed to steady puffs against the skin beneath her ear.
Alice knew she should steal away, go back to the others, but figured a few more minutes there wouldn’t hurt. His admission whirled around the room like a trapped bird, but maybe... just maybe he had really meant it. Alice felt herself grinning and settling her head on his shoulder. Just a few more minutes, then she’d go back to the party, she thought, and didn’t feel sleep sneaking up on her until it was too late.
:D :D :D
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Date: 2011-06-25 03:05 am (UTC)Also, YAY BROHOUSE. I get the feeling Alice keeps an extra large bottle of aspirin in her room and makes rounds with giant glasses of water in the morning. XD Also, she will totally be commandeering the kitchen.