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"You know, one of these days, someone's going to call you out on this." Chris mumbled, leaning against the pool table, a bottle of Coke in his hands.

Peyton made a face, poised over the table with a pool cue lining up her next shot, "Please Chambers, I'm a woman, they think I'm drunk-"

"When really you're just well on your way -"

"And this is how I pay my tuition, now shush or I'll miss." Her face folded in concentration, there was a fraction of a second between this shift in concentration and the cue hitting the ball. The clacking sound of the cue ball colliding with the eight ball and sending it rocketing into the pocket elicited an excited, albeit tipsy yelp from her lips. Standing, she leaned against the pool table and grinned widely at her opponent. "You owe me a beer."

"As if you haven't had enough already."

Without looking, Peyton snatched Chris's Coke bottle from his hand and took a swig, "I'm fine, promise. After this, I start betting money."

The blue-eyed boy beside her raised his eyebrows, "You know the only reason I'm here right now is to make sure you don't get raped or something, right?"

Peyton rolled her eyes and took the beer from her opponent and sighed, "So, what do you say we raise the stakes a little?"

At closing time, Peyton was half stumbling out of the bar counting her money with Chris walking close behind her, ready to catch her should she fall. "Once again, the ditzy act prevails!"

"Act?"

Peyton snickered wildly, "Shut up, this will feed me for like -"

"- Two days."

"I don't eat that much!" The outrage was clear in her voice. "Besides, it would help if you and Gordie didn't stop by and eat all of my food when I'm not looking."

"We don't eat all of it... just... a good portion."

"Which leaves me with an empty tummy, poised by the door waiting for my unsuspecting room mate to come in so I can devour her face!"

There was a moment of silence, and finally, "You know what? I'm just... it's too easy. Continue."

Peyton was the kind of girl who, in high school, probably would have never had anything to do with Chris and Gordie. Her family wasn't rich or anything, but they did have significantly more money that Chris did. It also had nothing to do with the fact that she was judgmental or anything, it certainly wasn't that. She always just came across as one of those girls who hung out with the beautiful people, the kind of people who, more often than not, wouldn't even spare a glance at people like Chris.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity to Chris, he'd gotten Peyton to her dorm and rolled his eyes, "Go sleep it off."

Yawning, Peyton nodded and wrestled her key into the doorknob, turning it and walking in. When the door closed, he heard a loud bang, followed by a thump and Peyton's laughter. He paused for a moment, listening to make sure she was okay before rolling his eyes and walking to the other side of the building to his dorm.

"Chambers! The hell man, you went out bar hopping and didn't tell me?"

Chris rubbed his forehead, "Toby, seriously... it wasn't that exciting." He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed pulling the covers on top of him, Toby was still griping loudly about Chris not including him in Peyton's nightly excursion. "Man, seriously... if you don't shut up, I'm going to smother you."

"Okay, all right. Jesus."

AN: All right, so, I know it's short, and the next chapter will be longer with more characters and whatnot, I just kind of wanted to start off with a baseline. So yeah. Review and I'll update! =]