laughing it up, sipping my cup. open.

[hollie renata montague.]

hollie was in between two worlds. in one world, everything was very dark. but it was also calm and quiet. the second world seemed to be farther away, and it was full of noise and movement. hollie was quite enjoying her peaceful place, but something told her that it was not at all where she was supposed to be. so, hollie began to focus in on small things, one at a time. first and easiest, was the ground. it was sticky, hard, and germy. a small part of sober hollie, or what was left of her, grimaced at her unsanitary surroundings. she seemed to be in a sitting position, but hollie knew she was doing nothing to make it so. she imagined someone was holding her up -annabella by the sound of it- but hollie couldn't feel her slender hands.

then, very suddenly, hollie wasn't on the ground. she seemed to be floating. oh god, i haven't died, right? she managed to ask herself internally. this was a good sign, hollie's inner conversation. not that she was schizophrenic. but she usually made sure herself and herself were in agreement at all times. no, not possible. no, hollie still had her sense of smell. she smelled a strong aroma of booze, which she assumed was herself. and she also smelled expensive cologne. hollie liked expensive.

everything was getting louder. it was fuzzy and incoherent, but noisy. already she was missing her quiet place, for it just made her uncomfortable. until she heard a low voice. if she hadn't been concentrating so heavily on her surroundings, then she might have missed it.

"Alright, Hollie. Here we go. So help me Merlin, if you throw up on me... Well, you owe me,"

she knew that voice...only she didn't. it was familiar; comforting. but for the life of her she couldn't figure out who it was. it had to be someone respectable if anna had let them scoop her off the floor. and it was most certainly male. if only she could open her damn eyes! wait, were they even closed?

and then, she was horizontal. she assured herself of something solid beneath her, and pushed up as hard as she could, determined to get back into a vertical position. and then she heard it again.

"How many drinks did she have, exactly?"

"aiden," hollie said, smiling victoriously. she knew she recognized that voice, and the knowledge of who it was somehow made her...giggly? hollie pushed herself into a sitting position and struggled to raise her head. "how kind of you to join us, mastaaaa braadfad," she slurred with a smile, opening one eye up at him.

[aiden bradford]

"Masta Bradfad, then, eh?" Aiden asked, mimicking her pronounciation, or rather, mispronounciation, of his name perfectly. A smile crossed his lips, and his eyes rolled dramatically. Simply put, the girl was smashed, and he was humored. He sat down by her head, and decided to toy with her.

"Ready for your field sobriety test? Follow the finger," he told her, waving a finger slowly in front of her face, gradually speeding up, before suddenly stopping right in front of her face. Looking down at her, there wasn't much to say. Hollie wasn't the picture perfect person to talk to while she was drunk. Goofiness reigned, and most of the words spoken tended to leak through like water through fingers.

"What did I tell you last time, Miss Hollie Montague? Wait for me before you got started, remember? Do you recall that conversation? Because I don't think you do, judging by the level you seemed to have already achieved. I don't think I can even catch up anymore," he joked.

[hollie renata montague.]

hollie's eyes were wide as they followed his finger, blinked rapidly when it got too close to her nose. shaking the multiple index fingers out of her vision, hollie scooted herself up so her head rested in aiden's lap. she reached up slowly and ran a finger along the underside of his chin, her movement rather fluid for her level of intoxication. however, soon after, she erupted into giggles, sealing her lips together to muffle the sound. "i'm sorry aidddie," hollie apologized in the sweetest little voice.

"nahh, you probly coundn't," hollie agreed with him bending one knee on the sofa and smiling, her face innocent, yet suggestive. "so come swimming with me, dahhhling," hollie said, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch, and preparing to stand up. she pushed off hard and stumbled a bit, nearly breaking her ankle in the six-inch heels strapped to her feet. hollie collapsed back onto the couch with a huff and yanked the heels off, preparing to walk all the way back to the delta zeta grotto barefoot and shitty.

heels in hand, hollie turned her head toward aiden. she swayed a little where she sat, and she couldn't quite get the room to stay still...but she knew already that aiden was probably one of the best looking alphas. face it, anyone not in alpha gamma sigma was just...other.

hollie was getting the spins hard, so she reached out a hand, and her palm found aiden's neck. she steadied herself on him and closed her eyes tight. she wanted to get out of this noisy atmosphere! a moonlit swim in the grotto was exactly what she needed at the moment. you know, provided she didn't drown.

[aiden bradford]

Aiden's arm caught Hollie, offering support as she drunkingly attempted many standard motions, that seemed to become the most complicated form of gymnastics after enough alcohol entered your system. As her head seemed to flop onto his lap, he found himself readjusting himself after her aim happened to find her landing right on a certain sensitive part. The discomfort traveled up to his stomach, but he gritted his teeth and kept it from showing.

"I'll manage," he said, in response to her apology, snapping his fingers at a waitress who brought him another drink of the same time he had had before. He slugged it down, watching as Hollie tried to re-gain her footing, in a failed attempt. Of course, his arm caught her once more, easing her back down to the couch. At her suggestion of swimming, Aiden shook his head, clearly uninterested in the idea.

"Something tells me, Hollie, dear, that swimming... and the state you're in... won't mix too well. How about this? We get you back to your dorm, and we'll go swimming tomorrow, eh? If you aren't suffering from the worst hangover you've ever had in your life, that is," he was saying, as suddenly her hands found his neck, resting delicately, though a bit sloppily, on his skin. As she found her balance, his hands helped steady her hips, which helped her to find a base of balance, taking away a bit of the sway in her stance.

"So, how about we get walking back to the sorority house? I don't think magic is a good idea... You'll wind up splinching the hell out of yourself, and with your blood as thin as it is at the moment... Well, I don't need to see that much blood flowing from you. A waste of good, pure blood," he said sweetly, trying his hardest to sweet talk her into going to bed. She'd partied hard, and had partied fast. It was time to hang up the bottles and shut away the shot glasses.

[hollie renata montague.]

hollie considered aiden's logic, and decided that swimming wasn't at all a good idea. however much she still did want to. perhaps she could sneak off for a moonlit skinny dip after he left...or maybe even while he was still there, if the boy didn't turn out to be a prude. how very disappointed would she be if he was. hollie smiled when she got her balance -for the most part- and reached out a hand to aiden expectantly. "thank you for offering to be my escort. you know, i think we definitely have a few bottles of booze back at delta...and you'll have to let me get you a drink. you still have to catch up to me, remember?" hollie giggled playfully, and began to dance her way through the throng of v.i.p's, some of whom were as plastered as she was.

hollie looked back at aiden and beckoned for him to follow her. she was rather done with the sins herself, and was quite looking forward to a private party back at the sorority house. very exclusive, it would be. just the two of them.

don't get ahead of yourself, hollie.

but hollie was too determined to listen to her sub-conscience. when she wanted something, she was usually persistent until she got it. and how hard could acquiring a bit of male company for the evening prove to be? she was attractive. hell, to some, she was far more than attractive. to most, actually. and what man could resist a female throwing themselves willingly at them for long before they caved? in hollie's experience...none.