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[right][sub][b]Location:[/b] Ares Colosseum
[b]Interactions:[/b] [color=b83d55]Dustyn[/color] [@MissCapnCrunch]
[color=e0d8b0]Avem[/color] [@Rockette]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=7bcdc8]Cecily[/color] [@HaleyTheRandom][/sub][/right]

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A right hand to the mouth wasn't doing much to stifle the laughter from Dustyn's story of her experience on the other side of an exorcism, but Kelsey was trying her best not to just break out in guffaws. She swore sometimes that the Las Vegas native got the power of storytelling from the gods, because there were few people on campus who could spin yarns like Dustyn. It brought her back to days at home, listening to all her dad's huntin' boys try to one-up each other with tales of cougar attacks and 12-point bucks that got away.

Dustyn confirmed that sadly they would not be rooming together and instead she had a "Cecily D." The name sounded vaguely familiar to Kelsey, possibly another fixture at the parties, but she couldn't be sure without a face. She still had no idea who this Avem person she was supposed to be rooming with was, and there wasn't even an inkling until a voice from behind them chimed in,

[color=e0d8b0]"Excuse me, ladies."[/color]

A taller, older, far more hipster-y man that kind of reminded Kelsey of some of those guys who were definitely too old for high school but hung around the Bulldogs' gym anyway came up to the two women. He looked like if Orlando Bloom suddenly went for the Matthew McConaghey aesthetic. But he talked like a Dracula. Or a mobster. Or someone else who definitely wasn't American.

Dustyn didn't seem put off by the man, but then it was very hard to put Dustyn off her game at any time. Kelsey giggled at Dustyn's initial remark.

[color=b83d55]"I'm Dustyn and this hot piece of ass is Kelsey. Who did you get paired with?"[/color]

Kelsey used that hot piece of ass to subtly bump Dustyn for the advertisement. Dustyn had the right to say that, but the stranger didn't have the right to know just what a hot piece of ass she was.

She retook her position standing beside Dustyn, skeptical look on her face. [i][color=4682b4]"Whelp, if he's comin' up to us, and I'm guessin' his name ain't Cecily, fuckin' three to one odds says he's gonna be.... Ah-vem? Eh-vam? A...the guy who I'm prob'ly fuckin' stuck roomin' with durin' this experiment?"[/color][/i]

Kelsey's thoughts were confirmed when the man opened his mouth. [color=e0d8b0]"I'm here to actually meet her,"[/color] She could see the man casually give her a look up and down, as if appraising her. [i][color=4682b4]"Dang it, Dust. Told ya not ta be sellin' my ass up like that."[/color][/i]

[color=e0d8b0]"Avem Vogel."[/color] [i][color=4682b4]"That's how he pronounces it? Wouldn'a got that."[/color][/i]  [color=e0d8b0]"I've already moved into the apartment, perks of living here pretty much. But, if you want, I can help you move your things in too."[/color]

Kelsey looked to Dustyn and then back to the man offering free busboy service. [color=4682b4]"I mean, I ain't gonna say no to someone doin' shit for me. I gotta get some of my other shit out of the truck anyway. Didn't feel right takin' it out yet. So I guess I can get that, if you got this. And I know ya ain't gonna run off with it, cause if ya do, I will hunt ya down like a fuckin' cougar on a two-legged rabbit, ya hear?"[/color]

Posturing was important in the Marston family, and Kelsey wasn't about to lose face with her first impression. This guy may not be an Artemis kid, but she was determined to show she wouldn't be some hoidy-toidy damsel in need of chivalry. Much as it was appreciated.

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