Once again, another class had ended. This time, however, the bluenette was oddly free of Kyle. He was able to go to his office quite easily without having to answer any annoying questions. He wondered why, but given the Macken's predictions, he didn't have to for long.
He sat in his office alone that day, staring intently at the phone on his desk. Ciel was waiting for Alois' phonecall, as the menace was on a mission. The Phantomhive wasn't at all pleased with it, but that didn't matter. Alois was determined to make the killer switch targets for the well-being of the next potential victim.
Just as he was told, Kyle was talking to Laverne in the hallway outside of the lecture room. He seemed really excited, while Laverne smiled in a friendly sort of manner. This could actually be quite difficult. Alois had never done what he was about to do before. Still, he had no choice. Casually, he walked up to the pair as if nothing were going on.
"Yo, yo~! What goes on~?" he asked as greeting. The look on Laverne's face was almost unreadable, while the man with her looked irritated.
"None of your business, Trancy." Kyle spat out as if the name were poison. Sometimes, Alois would have agreed. "We're just talking."
"Really? What about?"
"About class." The woman answered. "Doctor Phantomhive is vicious. His tests keep getting harder and… how's your head?"
"Rattled, but alright." Alois stated. "I'm pretty hard-headed. A textbook or two won't hurt me."
"He must really hate you…"
"He does not." Kyle butted in, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Apparently, he's Alois' 'favourite'."
"It's just an easy class for me." The Macken stated.
"Well, you don't seem to have a hard time with the questions, do you?" asked Laverne.
"Nah. They're easy. All you gotta do is know what to look for, and how to piece it together."
"That right?" asked the woman. "Your girlfriend must have it easy."
"I don't have one." The menace stated. "Sorry to disappoint."
"You made fun of me the other day for being single!" accused Kyle, prompting the two other students to share a knowing gaze.
"Yeah, but unlike me, there's a reason for that." Alois said. "You're kind of a pig, Kyle."
"What?!"
"Sexist. Misogynistic. Have an abundance of very fragile masculinity." The menace pointed out. "I'm sorry, but, what's your deal with not being able to handle a girl who makes more money than you, again?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Okay, okay, I'll leave. Sorry Laverne." With that, Alois simply walked away, waving at the woman as he did. "See ya later~!"
"See ya, Alois. You wanna go for drinks, later?" asked the woman as he was making his exit.
"Why, that sounds positively delightful!" answered the menace. "Time and place?"
"My dorm, in an hour or so?"
"Sounds like a plan." Alois stated with a wink, causing the other man to fume. With that, he disappeared from their sight, rounding the corner before stopping to catch his breath. That was hard.
During the whole ordeal, he was lacing his words with demonic charm, leaving them almost hypnotic to the target, no matter what they were. He hadn't used them before, let alone on a woman. He could see how Ciel was worried about how this would go, but everything was going according to plan.
In one hour's time, he would be at the front of the dorms, waiting for Laverne to let him in. He had a few questions about the case to ask. The dorms were separated by sex, except for the one unisex dormitory, and one needed a keycard to get in to either one. Only residents of that dorm could open the door; it was the same setup at Warwick Academy. Alois, however, did not live in a dormitory, let alone the women's one. It would seem that males were only allowed in for a certain number of hours, then at night, they would have to leave. It made sense to the menace, but irritated some other folks. Soon, he saw his classmate's silhouette appear behind the foggy glass door, opening it with a smile.
"Hey! Did I keep you waiting?" the woman asked, holding the door open. She shivered at the cold air that rushed inside.
"Nope. I just got here." Alois lied. He had been there, spending the time examining the perimeter of the building. He looked at all of the entrances and exits, chilling himself to the bone until he found what he was looking for. Laverne, however, was ignorant to this.
"Well, don't just stand there. It's freezing!" she said, beckoning the man inside.
"Alright, alright. Thanks for having me over~!" the man answered.
After climbing several flights of stairs, the blonde made it into the woman's dorm room. It was a single. No roommates. After taking off his coat, he sat down in the chair next to the woman's desk.
"Is beer okay?" she asked from the small kitchen area. From the sounds of things, she was rummaging through the refridgerator.
"Yeah, that's good." Alois replied. It was another lie. The menace hated alcohol. He didn't like the way it tasted or smelled, and he certainly couldn't become intoxicated. The poison would be taken care of by his demonic immune system.
When the woman came back into the room, she handed him the drink, already with the lid popped off. She then sat down on the bed with her own drink, eyes locked on the menace as he feigned his lack of disgust over the beverage. The two sat in silence for a few moments before the woman finally spoke up.
"You don't have to sit so far away, you know." She stated.
"Well, I wouldn't want to come across as the type of guy who would come in and sit down on a lady's bed first thing." The blonde retorted. "That would be kind of gross, wouldn't it?"
"I guess you're right." Answered Laverne. "Such a gentleman, you are."
"Innit though?" Alois said, downing his drink. Really, he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. "I'm not really sure on the etiquette of this sort of thing. I've never been in a girl's room before, not even to hang out."
"Never? That's weird. I would have expected there to have been someone."
"There is." The blonde said, his head feeling a bit… off. "They're not a girl, though."
"A guy?!"
"Yeah. I'm bisexual, you know."
Laverne continued to speak, but Alois couldn't quite catch it. His mind was running as it began to fog, his body started going a bit numb. He began to slouch in his chair as the woman stopped talking in order to watch him. Her eyes never strayed from his image, even as he teetered on falling into the floor, eventually doing so in the end.
Alois' eyes were shut, he wasn't moving. It was at this point that Laverne stood up from her seat and tapped the man on the shoulder with her foot. When she didn't get any response, she grinned. Her feet shuffled across the carpet, and over to the guitar case in the corner of the room. Opening it, she pulled out a spare bag of wire.
"Lucky you…" she murmured. "You get to be my first guy…"
