Sally's Dorm

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty walked in, his mouth forming an 'O' as he went towards the bed. "I've seen some of it. Its the one with the ghosts.. and like.. Bill Murray's in it or something.. right?" Lies. All lies. Rusty had never seen such a movie, only studied the cover of it where he noticed Bill Murray. But he tried to play it off anyway and took a seat on the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he let them fall to the ground and leaned back against the headboard. "Do I want a beer? Are you really asking?" he said, hand stretched out in Sally's direction. "Might as well gimme two," he added, placing a hand back behind his head to rest between him and the headboard.

What was more fun than spending the evening with your best friend watching movies? He'd been sure to bring a couple of his own, so once Ghostbusters finished they could watch something that he actually knew. He'd been sure to include the Breakfast Club and Office Space.

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[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty winced when the first can hit his knee, and let out a small yelp when the next one hit his elbow. "Jesus," he said with a sarcastic hiss, rubbing at his elbow. Sliding off the bed and to the ground, Rusty reached out to grab the can on the floor. It was going to explode, she was right. But that didn't mean it had to explode in the room. "I got this," he said as he stood back up and carefully positioned his open mouth directly over the top of the can. His fingers were also at the top of the can, ready to crack it open. With one last look at Sally for any of sign of approval, Rusty popped the can and closed his eyes as the beer shot back against his throat. If he'd closed his mouth, he probably would've gotten most of it. But as a reflex, his head shot back and he only managed to swallow about half. The rest.. well, it was running down his chin and there was a sizable puddle on the ground. Somehow he'd managed to keep it off of his chest and the bed.

"My throat feels like its on fire," he said, coughing a bit due to the force that had just shot through his mouth. Setting the (now empty) can down, Rusty climbed back onto the bed and bounced a couple times. Once settled, he opened the second can and took a few large sips. "Sorry 'bout the mess..." he said, trying not to laugh.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty pouted when Sally mocked his face, but couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't even imagine the face he'd made.. it must've been great. Even though he'd only just got settled on the bed, Rusty turned his head and stood when Sally said she was gonna make him lick the beer off the floor when he was drunk. "I see that as a challenge," he said, head cocked to the side as he tried to look serious. "Fuck drunk, I'll do it now." And with that, Rusty had dropped to the floor (plank style: hands under his shoulders and feet kicked out) and dipped his tongue into the puddle of beer. The reasonable part of his mind told him that if he was going to do this, he better do it now before it got warm and tasted like floor.

After only taking a couple licks, Rusty had reverted to sucking. Very strange noises were coming from his mouth as he slurped away, leaving only a couple drops of beer by the time he'd finished. Hopping up, Rusty jumped all the way onto the bed and took his time getting comfy all over again (he was bouncing like crazy and almost knocked Sally off about four times). "Challenge accepted and uh.. oh right, COMPLETED!" he yelled, fist pumping.

"So how 'bout that movie?" he asked with a smile, poking at Sally's shoulder.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty swatted aimlessly at her kicks, squinting as he did so. He hadn't hit her once, but somehow she'd managed to kick him a good couple times. "Watch yourself," he said, straightening out on the bed as she went back to watching the movie. Placing his can between his legs, Rusty sat forward to removed his hoodie. Carefully, being sure to avoid the beer on the ground, he tossed it as far across the room as he could making a little "unf" noise as he whipped it. "Battle grunttttt," he hissed, eyes on the TV but finger blindly jabbing Sally in the shoulder.

[Rusty McConaughey]

As much as she pushed at him, Rusty still found a way to continue poking her. His second beer had been finished and the can was floating around on the bed as the two moved. Sally seemed to be kicking a bit more forcefully now, but her face was washed out. Rusty smiled at this and ceased the poking, but only to get up and grab himself a third beer. "Uno mas para la chica?" he asked, doing his best Mexican accent. It was horribly stereotypical, but sounded pretty good anyway. Closing the fridge, Rusty tossed a can to Sally and cracked open the other for himself.

"I dunno 'bout choo but Imma feelin' a bit tiiiiipsy," he said in a rather girlish voice as he put a finger to his mouth and made a duck-face. He really wasn't all that tipsy yet, only just a little bit. But the jokes he had been slinging were just the kind of jokes he's toss around tipsy or not. They only seemed funnier when he was presumably drunk.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty let out a heart laugh when Sally attempted to crush the can against her forehead. Finishing his own beer, he tried to do the same thing. He'd done it before successfully, but his depth perception was a bit off so he only managed to hit himself directly between the eyes causing momentary blurred vision. Swaying a bit, chuckling as well, Rusty looked down when he felt a tug at his leg. He gasped. "WHO GOES THERE?" he grunted in a low, raspy voice. Smiling down at her, Rusty squatted to the floor and kicked his legs out in front of him so he was now sitting on his bottom. Slowly, he let himself fall back so his head was beside hers. He might've done it a bit faster, but he had a bit of a headache forming between his eyes.

"That was a dumb idea," he said with a smiling, rubbing his index finger along the red bump that had formed.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty giggled like a child when she kissed his forehead. "Thanks mommy," he said, also much like a child as he pushed himself up to lay back on his elbows. He had been starring down at his chest.. there was a strange mark on his shirt. He couldn't tell if it was part of the design or a spot from last night's tacos. Either way, he was pulled from his thoughts when Sally asked if he was a virgin.

"No..." he said angrily, scrunching his face together. But the scrunching only made his forehead hurt so he coughed and rubbed it then looked back at Sally. "Okay yes. But if you tell the guys I'll bite your dick off," he said with a slight smile near the end and a poke in the shoulder. "Why?" he asked, his face falling back to a curious look as he went back to starring at his chest.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty swung his head to the side, a bit confused. "But dude. You like the V," he said, pointing his finger aimlessly around in the air. "And last time I checked... I gotta dick." Gently, Rusty patted his jeans and let out a low chuckle before sitting up a bit by pushing himself off the ground. "But I mean if you want to.." he said kind of disgustingly as he let out a quiet burp.

[Rusty McConaughey]

Rusty frowned when she went up to the bed. It could have been the alcohol, but he kinda sorta felt bad. Was she not a lesbian? Did she actually like him? All quite silly questions he never would've actually asked himself if it weren't for the three cans of beer he'd just hammered down. But the questions slipped away when Sally was back before him, removing her shirt. He laughed at the sight of her tee shirt, giggling at how appropriate it was. Shaking his head a bit, Rusty smiled down at his hands, both of which were gripping the hem of his shirt.

"Alright," he said cutely, looking up at her from the top of his eyes before reaching behind his neck to pull his tee shirt off over his head. Dropping it to the floor, Rusty put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight to his right leg. "Your turn," he said, breathing deeply to puff out his chest. He wasn't really sure why he was trying to impress her.

[Rusty McConaughey]

"Yea not bad," Rusty said with a chuckle, trying to keep eye contact. He felt that it somehow violated the guy code to look at the boobs of a lesbian. It was like.. it was looking a guy's chest the way you might look at a girl's. It didn't really make sense in real life. But with the beer, it made a shit load of sense so he just tried to keep his eyes above her shoulders.

Carefully, Rusty started to undo his belt. He had decided not to look down at it which was proving to be a difficult task. He never really realized how much he needed his eyes to guide his hands over the buckle. Pants dropped, Rusty moved to sit before Sally on the bed. One leg beneath him, the other hanging off the side, he smiled lazily and ran his hand back through his hair. "These are my favorite boxers," he said with a little burp.