"Roger Elizabeth Davis!" the diva once again squealed, her voice echoing through the halls as she attempted running in her 4 inch heels while still slightly hungover from the previous night.
"Ugh, fuck me in the ass. What does she want no-" he paused. "Wait, did she just use my full name? Shit. I hope no one heard that," he said, thinking outloud. He looked up as he was about to yell at her, but she had disappeared. "Mau?" he asked, before looking down to see a certain drama queen laying face first on the floor.
"Mau, I know you think that everyone loves you, but inanimate objects, such as the floor, don't count. So there is no need to go down on it," Roger said, looking at her.
Laying there, Maureen mummbled something, before he rolled her over onto her back and looked at her. "You need help," he told her as she shook her head. "Not uh! My doctor says I'm perfectly fine! My periods are even on a regular cycle, so there is nothing wrong with me. The real question is...is there something wrong with you." she said, giving him weird face, as her eye semi twitched.
Shaking his head and helping her to her feet, Roger laughed. "Mau, I promise you, that when I win the lotto, getting you help will be my first thing I do with the money. I will find you some very nice men, with very big nets..." he said, before he was cut off.
"Skip the nets. I perfer nice cock and abbs," she said, smirking. Roger rolled his eyes. "You are so drunk," he said.
"No I'm not!" she proudly announced. "Just a wee bit high,Lad." she said in an awful Irish accent, giggling until it hurt.
Roger looked at his friend, looking around at people staring, and then back at her once more. "Maureen, sweetheart, I know you like the limelight, but now is not the time. People arn't staring at you for a good reason anymore. They actually think you're pretty weird," he stated, seeing her slide her back against the wall and fall to the floor laughing at herself.
"Roggy, their not laughing at mee," she said, through her laughter. "Their laughing at you, douchebag." she said, pointing at him and laughing some more. "Your fly's down and Batman is flashing the school, dumbass."
"I think it is you who needs to help now, my dear," she snorted. "And I promise, there will be nice men with really big nets," she said, before laying on the floor laughing, as Roger walked off in embarrassment.