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[hr][i]Post-party; Class; The Indo, Irish Pub

Interacting with Tom Finch[sub][@Themerlinhawk][/sub][/i]

Day 1, Afternoon[hr][/center]

A mix of liquor, booze, and marijuana still tainted the air, with a touch of vomit to nettle one's nose. The sun was reaching it's peak in the sky, but the cloudy day blocked the morning rays, preventing the young college student from waking up on time, or even at all. By this time, it was reaching afternoon, and besides the scent, the booming headache seemed to cause a painful groan to escape from Luke's throat. He repositioned himself on the cold floor and clenched his leather jacket for heat, attempting to get more comfortable. Luke's eyes opened lazily, blinking a few times to dismiss the blur of the first few moments of waking up. Whether it be the chirping of the morning birds, or the sight of the scattered red, solo cups and the filth of last-nights cocktails, it was then that Luke realized his tardiness. Jumping up on his feet, he let out another groan and rubbed his throbbing head, massaging his temples as he looked around the messy room. Among the several cups and puddles of spilled liquor, a broken, beer pong table and sofa cushions added to the disaster. 

Luke unlocked his phone to look at the time, causing a devastated expression to form along his face,[color=80C48D]"Shit."[/color] Luke rushed across the frat house and into his room, pulling out random clothes and throwing them on. He rushed to the bathroom, ignoring the drunk girl that passed out next to the toilet to fix his hair and face to make him look more presentable. He threw a few pieces of spearmint gum in his mouth to drown out his morning breath as he threw his bag over his shoulder and sprinted to class. 

The fall chill seemed to have no affect on him from his rushing adrenaline as he swung doors open and swerved around incoming students. It wasn't long before he was outside the doors of his ongoing morning class. He took a moment to catch his breath and fix himself, opening the door as several heads turned towards him. Luke gave a soft nod of his head as he quietly made his way to his usual seat, sitting uncomfortably and embarrassed. The professor even took a moment of silent as Luke shamefully walked in, tardy. The girl next to him scorned as she mumbled to him,"You smell disgusting."

As the professor continued the lecture, a girl from behind him leaned over,"Cool party last night, Luke." The comment was followed by a series of giggles.

The class was nearly over, the class being dismissed only thirty minutes after Luke's arrival. The girl next to him commented,"Why did you even bother to come in today?"

While Luke was popular among many of the students, he wasn't necessarily favored in his human anatomy classes since he excelled whilst having a cocky attitude. He ignored the comment and approached the teacher as the students began to pour out from the classroom,[color=80C48D]"What did I miss today, teach'?"[/color]

The teacher spoke sternly, her short, brunette bob and her catty-shaped glasses made her a very memorable professor. She didn't bother to look at him, probably smelling the scent of last night's party off him,"I went over the next section and introduced new medical terminology that aren't listed in the sections. Here's a packet that is assigned to each student, due next class." She paused as she shuffled through all the papers,"Also, here." She handed him a thick packet that was a written essay by Luke marked with 'D'.

[color=80C48D]"D!? You're kidding me, right?"[/color] Luke questioned, seeming to be devastated a second time this day.

"I wasn't at all impressed, maybe you should spend less time partying, and more time studying," She gave him a fake smile and began to organize things in her bag.

[color=80C48D]"Wait, wait, wait, but you've seen my work! You've seen what I can do! You can't tell me that no other student in this class is better than me when it comes to medical practice,"[/color] Luke defensively tried to convince her.

"I'm not permitted to say whether that's true or not," She gathered her belongings and stopped before leaving the room, "Your medical practice is strangely incredible, and frankly, I don't know how you do it. Your paper -- that speaks otherwise. Fix it and maybe I'll change the grade." With that, she exited the room.

Luke sighed, staring at the paper in the now empty room, the red ink seeming to laugh at him and mock him. Although, beyond all metaphors pertaining to laughing letters, the ink seemed to have a strange presence to it. The red gleamed with slight pigment changes and a soft glow, while the ink bled thicker and began to stretch out to present a more bolder letter. Luke quirked a brow and ignored the peculiar moment, stuffing the paper in his bag.

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While the rough start of Luke's day would imply that it'd be best to catch up on sleep and study the material that he missed in class, he instead made, yet another, poor decision and walked the streets of Salem, rethinking his actions and trying to remember the events of last nights party. A part of him also roamed to avoid going back to the frat house from an unwillingness to clean up the mess that was made. While his head still throbbing from a hangover, he made his way to one of his favored, local pubs. Perhaps it was his Irish heritage that made him have a soft spot in his heart for local pubs and mom and pop shops. Regardless, Luke craved more drinks despite his hangover, but that was fixable. He proceeded to a small ally and looked around for potential witnesses. Without a person in sight, Luke put his fingers to his temples, closed his eyes and quickly casted a spell to subdue the symptoms of his hangover. With that, it was time to enter the pub.

Luke, decked out in his leather jacket, grey joggers, and black t-shirt, found his way to the bar and set his plain, black backpack next to his barstool. Ordering the taprooms' deliciously brewed cider, he eyed the man next to him with the same drink. Without taking a glance at his appearance at all, his mouth opened,[color=80C48D]"Great drink choice."[/color] Luke chuckled, but his attention was quickly taken from the cider and moved to the Tarot cards. Luke knew of these cards and his mind ran to it's supernatural side and the assumptions began to form. Though, it was common for regular humans to try to utilize it's potential powers of divination, not just witches and warlocks. It was then that Luke would study his appearance to try to discern whether or not he was of a supernatural kind. Being in Salem, the chances were more likely than anywhere else.

A man that bore dark grey and white hairs, and an attire that fit the description of a working man. His burliness could be considered a werewolf if he was of a supernatural species, but Luke chose not to assume. Luke took a sip from his cider and questioned him instead,[color=80C48D]"That doesn't look like your ordinary deck of cards. What are they?"[/color]