"Hey, sup, you're Randy, yeah?"
"Hm? Oh, hey." Randy gave a grin, brown curls falling around his head and glasses slipping down his nose a bit. "You must be my new roommate, yeah?"
"Yeah. Wassup. You British, or something?"
"French, actually," Randy laughed, smiling widely. "I'm impressed you picked up on the British thing, though. I lived in England the last few years- Ah, sorry. Did you want the top bunk?"
"Yeah, sure, you seem like a bottom, anyway."
"Heh, you have no idea," Randy near purred, slipping down off the top bunk and swinging himself into the bottom, settling down with a little grin. "I hope we can be good roommates, James."
"'S Jimmy. Whatever, dork."
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"I dunno, dude's kinda weird," Randy heard from his dorm room.
"What, like, how weird? I mean, there's weird, and then there's weird." Hm, another dorm mate, it seemed.
"I dunno, he's French, and British, and flirty but dude looks like a total nerd or dork or something."
"Probably just trying to make up for being a virgin." Oh. Oh so that's how it was going to be. Pulling out his contacts and hair gel out of his bag, Randy slipped off to the shared bathroom in the building, quickly getting himself together. Hm...he couldn't quite get rid of the curls quickly enough, but he had as least make them look more ruffled.
Taking his sweater off, he pushed it into his bag. Unbuttoning his dress shirt, he rolled the sleeves up, mussed up his hair a little more, and exchanged his glasses for contacts. Smirking, he walked back towards his room, entering with a little hum as he went to his desk. "Oh, hi, Jimmy. Didn't know you were here."
Jimmy rose an eyebrow to his friend, shaking his head slightly. "Hey. You look..."
"Hm- Oh, yeah, I came to get my stuff since I saw a gym while I was here." Randy gave a small shrug. "Contacts are easier to deal with and all- Hey, you said you grew up around here, right? Think you could show me a couple local bars if you got time, later?" Randy's smile was utterly sinful. "New here, and all."
"Yyyeah. I'm busy. But I bet you could find plenty of girls to do that for ya."
Randy shrugged, grabbing his things. "I'm fine with either." A wink, and he was leaving through the door. ...And, alright, that had been fun.
"Please help me."
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Randy raised an eyebrow at seeing Jimmy at the bar counter that he was visiting, the man slowly grinning before he was going over and 'bumping' into him. "Shit- Sorry- Oh! Hey, Jimmy."
"Yooo, hey Randy! Just like I was tellin' the guys! Best. Roommate. Ever." Oh, man. The other was smashed- Well, that just made Randy's job easier.
"Really? So you were talking about yourself, then," Randy teased, leaning against Jimmy a small amount. "Havin' fun, tonight, then?"
"Totally, man- Dude, I know you're a dude and all, but like- You look like a chick, with your curls and shit. You're fuckin' hot." This was the easiest 'mission' he had ever been on in his life.
"Thanks for the compliment," Randy purred, leaning over in order to talk in Jimmy's ear so he could be heard, warm breath falling over the other's neck and ear. "Although I have to admit, I think you look much better than I do..."
"Bro." Jimmy was throwing an arm around Randy's shoulders. "Dude, you're the most chickiest dude ever."
"In some ways, maybe," Randy hummed, nails trailing down Jimmy's spine. He had noticed the man was sensitive there when something fell onto him the other day. "I can certainly be… dominating, when I need to be."
"...Dude. Fuck yeah."
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Next morning and Jimmy was waking up and groaning, everything in him aching. A glance showed Randy was already up and getting ready for the day, looking perfectly at ease. Jimmy groaned, holding his head. "The fuck, man..."
"Not far off," Randy snorted, shouldering his bag. "You got pretty smashed, last night."
"No shit. I've got a killer hangover..." Jimmy covered his head with his pillow before narrowing his eyes. "Did we..."
"Fuck? Yeah, we did." With that, Randy was exiting the room. "Later."
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"Hey man, did you hear? Jimmy fucked his roommate."
"I heard it was the other way around."
"No way is that nerd a top."
"I didn't even think Jimmy was gay."
From where he was in the common room, Randy looked far too pleased, flicking through printed out papers he was reading on poisons and how to make them. It seemed he had a good start to causing some drama… but now he really needed to crank it up-
Ooo, he was pretty sure there were a couple steady relationships in this building… he wondered how much fun he could have with that.
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"You're kidding, Nathan! You fucked Randy?!"
"I didn't mean to! I wasn't even the one who-" Nathan was a mix between blushing and paling. "I just- We were at the bar and he was being nice and buying drinks and shit and it just- I don't know!"
"You let him fuck you? God, here I thought you were a man. That's it. Jessica was right, we're so done."
"Wha- Katy!"
Randy smirked from around the corner, arms crossed. That was one relationship down. Now… What was next?
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"I hear he's fucked half the dorm building."
"I hear that he's broken up seven different couples."
"Do you think he does threesomes?"
"I do," Randy hummed as he passed, sipping on a drink nonchalantly and looking perfectly at ease. Looking at the three people talking, he gave a wicked smirk. "I don't have many limits."
"Dude. You know Erica T.? You should bang her."
"Isn't she a lesbian?"
"She's dating that one chick in jail."
Randy shrugged, looking amused. "I only sleep with people who want it." A dark smirk to the one who had suggested it. "Like you did."
"You what?!"
"Enjoy your conversation."
"You said you were still a virgin!"
"He was," Randy snorted, quickly disappearing out of the building and preening. At this rate, they would want him dead before the end of the year. Which… good. No more nightmares.
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"Hey guys, check out what I found in their room. Randy's been looking into poison."
"What? Fucking us isn't enough, now he wants to kill us?!"
"Why don't we turn it around on him? It says it's supposed to be... Holy shit, he wants to roofie us!"
"The fuck."
"Guys, guys… what if we do turn it around on him? Use that and roofie him and shame him all the way out of this state."
"That's a great idea. Give him a taste of his own medicine!"
"It'd certainly mean we don't have to deal with him anymore."
From where he was around the corner, Randy gave a small smile. That easy, huh?
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"Hey, Randy. You know, we're havin' a small thing in my dorm. You should totally come."
"Sure, sounds like fun," Randy smiled, pausing from where he had been scribbling something down. All the funds of his and Sylvia's account had been transferred to Andrew, so that should be the last of it... Every possible way for the Sect to track them was in his name. If he died, Andrew would never be found.
Win-win.
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"Hey, man, glad you could come." Their smiles were far too nervous and they were all far too shifty.
"Of course, I hate missing a good party, after all." Really, these kids were far too nervous. Randy could have been an idiot and still be suspicious.
"Hey, we already mixed the drinks, too." Each of them was holding a drink, and there was only one left on the table that was a far different color from their own.
...They were all idiots. Randy kept his smile plastered on as he grabbed the cup anyways, smile falling into a smirk. They really should fact-check more... Well, hopefully he wouldn't mentally scar them too badly.
Knocking back the cup, his grin widened.
Finally.