Dare

Never ever, ever, ever again, Ryan Evans silently vowed as he emptied his stomach for the 7th time in an hour. He had begun his first semester at Julliard just a week ago, and tonight had been the final and largest welcoming party of them all. Apparently, even at prestigious creative schools, there were excruciatingly stupid traditions. Such as the dare that had let to Ryan drinking ten tequila shots in the span of fifteen minutes and that he was now paying the price for.

"So, have we learned anything from this?" asked the pretty brunette sitting at his bedside while she placed a cold cloth on his forehead and gently swiped the blond hair back. She, never one for big parties with a lot of strangers, had been at her dorm when she had received a call from her best friend's roommate asking her if she could pick Ryan up and make sure he didn't pass out in a bush somewhere.

As he slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Kelsi illuminated from behind by his desk lamp and looking utterly angelic, he smiled. He'd learned that he definitely could get used to that sight.

Zer double length drabble of Doom + 3.

This was written with the grandmother of all hangovers and as a dedication to my wonderful, patient and loving boyfriend who is always ready and willing to take care of me when I stumble in punch-drunk at 3 am screeching "Achy Breaky Heart" at the top of my lungs.