Bo's Swagtastic Dorm Room

[Bo Costello]

"Ew outside," he said, smirking down at her then letting his own head fall atop her's. "Yknow.. you may not have brought wine but I've got a secret not so secret stash of Vodka under my bed.." he suggested, thought didn't move. "And by stash I mean a half empty bottle."

Taking another sip of his soda, Bo cleared his throat. "Alright let's play thirteen year old girl 'Truth or Truth'," he said as if it was going to be the most painful thing in the world. Honestly though, he loved this game. Talking about himself was his favorite pastime. "I'll go first.. do youuuu," he paused to think, "Do you.. do you like anybody?" he asked giggling and smacking his forehead. "That was the most horribly cliche question I could come up with," he giggled more and took another sip of his soda.

[miranda]

'Half empty, or half full?', Tink asked with a smile on her face. As Bo continued talking she hung off the bed, her legs still on it, her torso hanging off, with her hands searching beneath the bed. Probably a bad idea. Rooting around under a teenage boys bed. There could be anything under there. Just before Tink got herself too grossed out her hand brushed past something cold and made of glass. With a grin on her face she produced the glass bottle from under the bed and went back to sitting on the bed, her hands clasped around the bottle in a proud way.

'Do I like anybody?', Tink has barely heard why he was asking her this, so she was a little taken a back, 'Well I like you', she replied with a wink.

[Bo Costello]

Bo smiled at her take on the question. "Well I'm glad cuz I like you too," he teased and grabbed the bottle from her, poring a bit of into his can. "No but really. Who's the lucky dude? Or lady if that's the way you swing. Who makes you all fluffy inside, full if butterflies and all that rainbow shit?" he asked, smiling like an idiot all the time. He was serious with his question, he really did want to know. But he was most definitely using a mocking tone to get his point across.

After taking a sip of the dew-vodka concoction, Bo pored in a bit more and handed the bottle back to Tink. "And its definitely half empty," he said, burping quietly under his breath. "I want more.. thus half empty," he concluded with a smile before hiccuping.

[miranda]

Tink giggled, taking the bottle from Bo and taking a sip. It tasted gross, but it was a taste she had grown accustomed to. As she thought she played with the cap running it up and down the bottle.

'I dunno Bobo, I don't have my eye on anyone right now', she replied, and it was the truth. There wasn't a guy at Somerset that she particularly wanted to get to know. Lately she'd been having mixed feelings about Bo, but she didn't want to come out and say that. It would take a little bit more vodka for her to get to that stage. Without really thinking she raised the vodka to her lips once more and took a long swig, leaving only a few dregs in the bottom.

'Oh shit, I didn't mean to drink that much', Tink laughed, her throat burned, but the alcohol was getting to her already and all she could do was laugh.

[Bo Costello]

Bo smiled at her and nodded. "Yea I feel yeh," he said. "Same here. Ain't nobody got time for a girlfriend," he joked and watched as she practically finished the bottle. He giggled when she did and swallowed another sip of his soda.

"Sheesh just drink it all why don't you?" he teased and grabbed the bottle from her, finishing the last few gulps. It was actually a lot more than he expected, so he coughed once he set the bottle down. "Well fuck," he said rather hoarsely and looked at her, smiling. "If we're gonna start this," he scooted off the bed and stuck his arms underneath it, "we might as well finish it." By now, Bo had completely flattened himself against the floor and stuck his head (along with both arms) under the bed. His feet were kicking as he squirmed, finally pulling back out to reveal two completely full bottles of Vodka. "I forgot to remember that I had these," he said, handing a bottle to Tink and taking the second for himself.

Upon unscrewing the top, Bo tapped the bottom of his bottle against Tink's and took a small sip. "To us Single Bitches!" he announced, taking another sip.

Well this was going to be fun.

[miranda]

'I'm sorry, but, you know me and alcohol, once it starts, it starts', Tink replied, she scooted back on the bed so she could lean against the wall. As she did so Bo had started rooting around under the bed. What she had thought he was going to produce from under there, she didn't know, but she was oddly releaved when it was just more vodka.

'Why thankyou good sir!', she said, in a very bad English accent, as she took the vodka from him. Now this was a full bottle, all for her. This probably wouldn't end well. Then again, what else did she have going on today?

[Bo Costello]

Bo pushed himself back against the wall like she had and set the bottle down between his legs. It wouldn't take much to get him drunk off this stuff.. he was used to just a can of beer. So he thought he'd take it slow. For now, at least.

Running his hand back through his hair, Bo turned his face to look at Tink. "Anything else I can get you before I forget where everything is?" he asked, smiling and reaching his hand out to grasp the neck of the bottle. He really would forget where everything was if he got drunk.. which was one of the pros to being in his own dorm. At least here he couldn't get lost.

(whoa imma sorry its so short)

[miranda]

'A bucket, you know, just in case', she joked, and then shook her head before he actually went and found a bucket, 'Nah, I'm good with this thankyou Bobo', she added. Tink took a thoughtful swig of vodka.

'Are we still playing the truth game?', she asked, them before he had chance to reply she continued, 'Cause dares are more fun, just saying'.

ooc; Yeah, this reply sucks, my mind is elsewhere.

[Bo Costello]

"We can do dares too," he said with a smile, taking another rather large gulp from the bottle. He looked to her, blinking heavily as he smiled. "You wanna go first then?" he asked, holding the bottle firmly between both hands as he ran his thumbs down its neck.

(i'm sorry its so short i'm just.. i can't think of anything)

[miranda]

'What, like you dare me?', Tink for some reason felt she now needed to stand up on the bed. Unsteadily, as the alcohol had already gotten to her, she got to her feet. The bed was squishy and hard to stand on, so she regretted the decision, but clung to the wall and pointed at Bo in a very dramatic way.

'Dare me!', she yelled, a little louder than a sober person would, 'If you dare!', she added, clinging to the vodka with one hand, her other still pointing at Bo. Laughing she stumbled forward slightly and poked Bo in the side of the head.