The first time they met was when he accidentally wandered into the library, he was totally plastered or he would've never made that mistake. She was studying in the Shakespeare section, her glasses were slipping down her nose revealing the dark purple smudges beneath her eyes from lack of sleep.
He's wandered away from a Kappa Tau party that Cappie had thrown to celebrate the beginning of their senior year.
He stumbled towards her, almost completely unaware of his surroundings, his beer hazed eyes barely focused on her when he fell forward and onto her. knocking her and the chair over and her glasses clean off of her face.
"Are you drunk?" She said squinting at his face over hers
"No...Yea." Beaver said nodding drunkenly at the girl, she rolled her eyes and wriggled out from underneath of Beaver's enormous form, she glanced around lamely looking for her glasses, her eyes tried to focus on the black blur that was her glasses and failed. She reached for them and slid them on her face, plain black frames that looked awkward on her face.
"Can you hear me?" She said shaking Beaver's meaty shoulder
"Yea" beaver said nodding wildly, "Do I know you?" He slurred squinting at the girl kneeling beside him
"No, we just met. You fell on me, it's a great icebreaker by the way." She said smiling at him, "Where did you come from? Can I call someone for you?" She said calmly tucking a lock of hair behind one ear
"I came from the Kappa Tauuu....." Beaver slurred off before going mostly unconcious.
"Great." the girl said to no one in particular, "All alone in the library the one night a drunken Kappa Tau comes stumbling in, stuck hauling him back to his frat house, at least it's not far." That was one of the oddities of Cyprus Rhodes University; that the least academic of the Greek houses was closest to the Undergrad library.
"Up big guy," she said crouching down and pulling one of his arms onto her shoulder, "Come on." She said pulling upwards. Beaver, halfway between sleep and awake, pushed himself up and stumbled along with his arm over the girl's shoulder.
They walked the fairly short distance back to the Kappa Tau house, not really talking but communicating with body language and gestures, grunts on Beaver's part.
Eventually they were on the doorstep of the Kappa Tau house, she could hear the raging party inside and rung the doorbell, not expecting anyone to answer.
But the door was answered by the Kappa Tau himself,
"You are definitely not his type." Cappie said, still mostly sober taking in the small stature and bookish glasses. The girl rolled her eyes.
"So I'm at the right house. This guy fell on me in the library and Kappa Tau was all he really said when i asked him. Can you take him? he's really not very light." She said struggling with Beaver who was going more unconscious by the second, Cappie stepped forward to help her carry Beaver to a couch.
"What was he doing in the library?" Cappie said as they both looked down at Beaver's unconscious mass
"You're asking the wrong person." The girl said shaking her head, "I've got to get going."
"Wait what's your name?" Cappie said as she turned to leave
"Molly Fraser, and the unconscious person's?"
"Oh this is the Beaver and I'm Cappie, nice to meet you Molly." Cappie said bowing to her. Molly's face split into a crooked grin
"Charmed I'm sure,"she said turning once more to leave
"Wait, why don't you stay? Have a couple beers, hang out." Cappie suggested
"I should be getting home..." Molly said looking down at her watch
"Come on, have a few, it wont kill you!" Cappie said slinging an arm around her shoulders, "You probably don't party much, what's one time going to do? Besides i owe you for your good deed of bringing my thoroughly drunk best friend back. " Molly couldn't help but smile
"I'll just stay for a little bit" Molly said easing her jacket off. Underneath she was wearing a plain white fitted t-shirt and loose, worm blue jeans.
"Alright! Let's get you a drink Molly,"
"Oh I don't drink." Molly said walking with Cappie
"What! Ever or as a rule?" Cappie said giving her a shocked look
"As a rule. Once in a while, but i don't make a habit of it."
"Why don't you drink?"
"My step dad was a drunk, not a nice guy."
"That sucks, so did he quit drinking?"
"No, he quit being my step dad, my mom divorced him."
"Don't let one drunken prick ruin alcohol for you Molly, have a few!"
"I don't even like beer," Molly protested,
"Come on, have something!"
"Do you have any whiskey?"
"Sure, of course we do!" Cappie said leading her to the impromptu bar
After a few drinks they'd gotten talking
"So can you handle tequila?" Cappie said handing her a shot, Molly scoffed, barely buzzed
"I can handle anything short of lighter fluid,"Molly said accepting the shot and downing it without flinching
"Man are you a heavy weight" Cappie said after she'd downed a few more and had maintained the same speech and attitude as when she was sober. She shrugged
"I'm half Scottish, i can handle alcohol."
"And the other half?"
"Russian."
"That's why you can handle so much booze!" Cappie said satisfied, "So your Dad's Scottish?"
"No my ma, why do you ask?" Molly said cocking her head to the side,
"Isn't Fraser Scottish?"
"Mmhm, but after my parents divorced, my mom gave me and my siblings all her last name, besides it fits on a name tag better than Chernyshyov."
"I've got to get goin' before i actually start doing some heavy drinking,"
"No don't go!" Cappie said getting up
"I've really got to be going, I'll see you and Beaver around," Molly said turning to leave.
Life is filled with defining moments, times when if one second had gone differently, or someone's reflexes had been faster, or a multitude of things hand happened differently, then a whole multitude of things wouldn't have happened. this is one of those moments.
Molly turned to leave and was immediately decked in the head with a keg of beer.