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Alaric stood in the middle of his dorm room, a half-empty beer bottle in one hand as he gazed around at the interior of the room. Guitar in it's usual spot in the corner of the room, a million posters of musicians and women in bikini's plastered on the walls, clothes already scattered on the floor. [color=#8882be]"I think my job is done here."[/color] He said, raising the glass bottle of alcohol to his lips and taking a long swig. Alaric was all about being comfortable in his environment, while some students spent their time doing the basics of unpacking he took a little more time to actually decorate. Plus he wanted to get it done now so he didn't have to worry about it later, especially since he probably wouldn't be coherent by the end of the night.

There was still some time before he needed to leave for the greatest party that would ever be, Alaric popped in his wireless earbuds and got to work on making himself look presentable. He really didn't want to meet Jasper looking like a sweaty mess, though he wondered if she would actually care. With a shrug the blonde began to rummage through the mess of clothes that were littered on the floor. One might think he wouldn't be able to find anything in such chaos, but Alaric was the king of shenanigans and chaos. 

It took way too much time for Alaric to figure out what he wanted to wear, he was so into the music blasting from his earbuds and trying to decide between leather and plaid that he didn't even hear Conner knocking on his door. His poor roommate probably thought he was ignoring him but it'd be alright, Alaric would probably get so wasted that he'd start apologizing for something he probably didn't even do - He had a pretty bad habit with saying sorry for things he thought instead of saying sorry for the things he physically did.

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In the end the outfit of choice was surprisingly quite laid back. A black and red plaid button-up with a plain black t-shirt underneath. A pair of faded and partially ripped jeans, his favorite pair of converse - they were worn so much that the bottoms had begun to tear. He figured that if things went down hard than it was best to not wear the most uncomfortable outfit in the world. Last thing he needed was to get puke on his good leather. 

It didn't take him long to figure out where he needed to go, one of his buddies took pity on the boy and told him where the festivities would be held. He was already running late and everyone was there and unwilling to come grab his ass. He had to pay some anti-social nerd to take him where he needed to be. By the time he actually laid eyes on the booze table that was nestled among the party people it'd been hit hard.

That wasn't going to stop him though! Alaric grabbed whatever his grey eyes landed on andbegan to down it, he would be damned if he let being late spoil agood time. As he got his drink on he spotted his favorite dark-haired friend and jumped over to her. He set his bottled of alcohol against her cheek for a moment before laughing. [color=8882be]"Macaroni ~ Did you miss me?"[/color] He had the largest smile on his face.

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