v: chronicled - after the party there's the afterparty

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Charlie and Andrew had taken their leave of Matt her hand on Andrew's arm to keep him steady. At first, their goal was a couch to sit and hang out and goof off and probably get a drink or two in Charlie since she'd stuck to soda. But she'd changed directions because something felt wrong. Or maybe Andrew had made a sound. Either way, the couch was a bad idea.

They wove their way through the crowd, her arm going around his waist as they went because it almost seemed like his wobbly gait had become worse. She stops long enough to ask someone where the bathroom was, get's told there are a few before the guy dissolves into giggles and...

"Dude. Which one is closest? I don't have the patience for your bullshit." She doesn't annoy easily, but this was an emergency and she had no patience. Thank God the guy points out a nearby bathroom, one that someone else is headed to.

A quick glance at that someone's back pocket and out their cellphone goes, sliding down the hall and away from their destination. The phone is chased and Andrew and Charlie duck inside the bathroom, Charlie locking the door behind them when the telekinetically pick-pocketed individual starts shouting.

"There are four other bathrooms! Find another one!" Charlie turns to look at Andrew. "Don't tell Matt." About the phone thing.

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Andrew wasn't sure if he had made some sound; a sick groan or a warning gurgle, or if maybe he just looked like hell, but either way he's relieved when he doesn't have to open his mouth to beg for a bathroom fast. He wasn't quite as annoyed as Charlie when it took them longer than it should have, then again he wasn't annoyed at all, being drunk out of his mind, but when her temper seemed to flare a little at the group he had to bite back giggles of his own. Charlie getting annoyed; for some reason it was funny at the moment? And kind of cute.

The phone incident is when he broke into a fit of giggles and snorts, not really paying too much attention when he's ushered into the bathroom. He took a moment to observe his surroundings as if he had been transported into some magical land because really, everything was starting to move alarmingly fast -- at least it seemed that way. Even the room had begun to spin so rapidly he felt himself lose his balance. But once he became aware of everything, including the unrest in his stomach, he managed to unlatch himself from Charlie and hover over the toilet, laughing at her insistence that he doesn't tell Matt.

"He was sooo annoyed about the, about the thing with the, thing." Well, she knows what he means, at any rate. It was hilarious, the finger snapping scam. So much so, he laughs about it right now. Unfortunately, instead of a 'ha' coming out, whatever the hell snacks he had eaten at the party (who could remember?) came up instead.

"Ugh...oh god."

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Charlie can't even answer his comment about Matt's annoyance. Her words are cut short by his sudden vomiting and she winces some. Jesus, that had sounded harsh. Perched on the top of the bathroom counter, she makes a point to not watch him get sick, her reasoning being it was probably embarrassing for him. Instead, without moving much, she begins poking through cabinets. Telekinesis pulls open doors, moves hand towels, one of which she catches and runs under the water for a second. As she folds it, the cabinets keep opening and closing, contents shuffled around as she searches.

Soon enough, she finds the toothpaste and an unused toothbrush, still in it's packaging.

With those in hand, she hops off of the counter and settles beside Andrew. One hand goes to rub his back slightly, a caring gesture she remembers from her grandparents helping her through stomach viruses.

"You're definitely staying at my place to sleep this off," she says, keeping her voice low. "If you want, I mean. It's not like I don't have the room." Or dislikes having him there. "I don't have work tomorrow. We can be completely lazy and do nothing all day."

[imanapexpredator]

The embarrassment doesn't quite register until he's fully emptied the contents of his stomach, hunched over the toilet seat with a couple of beads of sweat running down his forehead. But he hears the cabinets opening and closing so he doesn't feel as mortified, thinking she's not really paying attention. It's moments like these where he's grateful that throwing up is yet another thing he does fairly quietly.

His head is pounding and he feels like he's about to pass out, but the hand on his back sends a bit of a calm through him as he takes a couple of deep breaths. His gaze flickers only briefly to Charlie's before looking away as he pulls back from the toilet, hand going on to the tank so he can stand up.

"Uh, I don't know, are you sure?" After fumbling with the handle for a moment Andrew manages to flush the toilet once he was certain he wouldn't throw up again. "I mean...only if you're like, really sure."

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"I am really, one hundred percent sure," Charlie says with a smile, holding out the toothbrush and toothpaste and wet cloth. She stands, watching him for any signs that he may vomit again, but from what Charlie can tell, Andrew seems to be doing somewhat better. She hopes.

"I have no problem with it." He can recover at her house and she promises to not be too loud in the morning. And besides, she's so sure his dad would react so very horribly to Andrew's present condition. This is the very last thing Charlie wants and she's sure Andrew is on the same page, there.

"Let's give you some time to let your stomach settle, though. I'm pretty sure I can find you crackers and water or a soda if you need it."

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Andrew takes the items offered, wiping his mouth with the cloth while heading over to the sink. He leans on it for a moment before doing anything though, his head still feeling pretty light.

He laughs lightly.

"You're way to good for me. I mean--" he shakes his head, holding his head in his hand while silently cursing himself, "--I mean, to me. Just, thank you."

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She grins at him, shrugging a shoulder some.

"You're my best friend," she says with the same ease of someone saying the sky is blue or the grass is green. As if it's the most obvious fact in the world. Her tone with this next comment is a bit teasing, as is the smirk on her face. "I think that means I have to be way too good to you. It's like...a rule of some kind."

There's someone knocking on the door, asking if the bathroom is occupied and if whoever is in there is done yet. Charlie sighs in mild exasperation, pulling the door open long enough to fix whoever it with a bored sort of 'are you kidding me?' kind of expression. The person on the other side of the door's voice is slurred.

"H-hey is...Andrew's in there, right?" And female.

"...uh-huh." Charlie may or may not sound a bit suspicious. "He's busy."

"Can...hey, can you tell him I said magic is hot?"

Charlie's eyebrows just...raise before she turns to look at Andrew.

"There's a girl with violently pink hair out here. She smells like Jaeger and says magic is hot." And Charlie somehow found this whole exchange annoying so, with a very...very faint telekinetic push, the door shuts.

On the other side of the door, the girl with the violently pink hair scoffs loudly, calls Charlie rude (And this is what gets a huge grin on Charlie's face) and walks off.

"Brush your teeth. And then we'll rejoin the masses. Maybe see if we can get your camera from Matt."

[imanapexpredator]

Andrew spends the whole exchange with his head practically in the sink. He was quickly going from piss drunk to piss drunk and feeling crappy, but he knew it would pass once he got the taste of puke out of his mouth. Despite feeling shitty (and simultaneously on top of the world?), he manages a laugh. And then quickly after a look of surprise.

"Pink hair...Monica?" He made sure his voice is low enough so said pink-haired girl couldn't hear him from the other side of the door. "No way."

He knew Monica from school. The girl never spoke to him -- except for that one time when he picked up her dropped pen in class and she said "thanks", barely even looking at him. And he's quite positive she doesn't even remember him aside from the talent show, but somehow the fact that this girl who never really acknowledged his existence before had tracked him down to the bathroom to say that...made him feel good. Not even because she was a pretty girl. People who had never given him a second thought were stopping him to high five him, to talk to him. He finally felt like a member of the human race instead of being treated as if he were some radioactive thing.

He had a big stupid grin on his face from these thoughts rushing through his head, and not necessarily from Monica, as he finally began to brush his teeth. That doesn't stop him from speaking.

"This is all crazy."

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Charlie waits for him to brush his teeth, frowning some at the mention of Monica. She didn't really like how easily some of the people here seemed to suddenly love Andrew after his performance at the talent show. From what she understood, he was the least popular and most picked on kid at school. All of this friendliness and interest came off as suddenly so phony.

Especially Monica. Charlie'd be the last person to admit, however, that when Monica showed interest, something a bit territorial and protective kicked in. Sure, she had her crush on Andrew, but he wasn't hers. Was he? Certainly not like that so really she had no right to get that annoyed.

Right?

When he's done brushing his teeth, her hand reaches for his. Her fingers lace through his for once, instead of the typical hand-in-hand she usually did. She leads him out of the bathroom, spotting the camera with Steve and taking it away. Carefully. After explaining that it was Andrews camera and Andrew should be the one to take it home and do whatever with it.

Thank God Steve, at the very least, got it.

With the camera back in their possession, they make their way to a couch near a beer pong table and Charlie lets Andrew settle.

"Back in a bit." She's off for soda and crackers and light things for him to nibble on, not at all aware that Monica is actually nearby again.

[imanapexpredator]

By the time Andrew was done brushing his teeth he's about to say something in passing, only to stop when she takes hold of his hand. In that moment when he turns to look at her he really doesn't have anything to say, allowing himself to be led out of the bathroom. When they find Steve he grins and moves away from Charlie for one second to give his other best friend a drunken half hug, saying a quiet "thank you" as he allows Charlie to lead him once again.

Once he has his camera again he devolved back into his old state of looking at everything through the viewfinder of his camcorder as opposed to head on, collapsing on to the couch with his foot on the coffee table.

"Don't be too long," he jokes with a ridiculous grin, laughing at something that likely only he finds funny. That's when he starts to pan around with his camera, checking out the party -- occasionally some people say hi or praise his little performance as they walk by. His camera catches Monica nearby and Andrew quickly turns it away, remembering what she had told Charlie in the bathroom. It was a little embarrassing for him, for some reason.

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Soda is actually hard to find, so are the crackers, so by the time she gets back the girl with the violently pink hair is moving towards Andrew. Gracelessly. Exactly how drunk is this girl, anyway? Charlie sighs and starts back towards the couch, but this is slow going because people are now stopping her to talk.

Who is she? How does she know Andrew? Does she go to their school? Are she and Andrew dating?

That last question has her pause, a knot of uncertainty forming in her chest and blocking the words she wants to use. Instead, people get a shrug and a mumbled 'excuse me' as she makes her way through the crowd. One person shouts "HEY! HEY, THAT'S DETMERS GIRLFRIEND!" And despite her embarrassment at so many people suddenly so interested in her and Andrew, she really can't help the smile that appears on her face.

Monica seems to have overheard this and is staring at Charlie with...what...annoyance? Confusion? Charlie's not sure what. All she knows is this idiot girl is now looking as unsure as she's ever seen and this is the perfect opportunity to get her away.

"That's my spot," Charlie says with an even tone, pointing to where Monica had been trying to seat herself. The pink-haired girl simply inches away, giving Charlie enough room to climb over the back of the couch, balancing two sodas in one hand and a bag of crackers in the other.

She turns to Andrew, holding out the soda and studying him in general for his reaction to what had been shouted. That kind of thing would have a bigger effect on him, and even make or break their whatever it was. Maybe even scare him off. She didn't want that.