On Vash's hand, incoherently scribbled in sharpie, was an address.
This party would be his escape. Paper clenched tight in his hands, his eyes scoured the jumbled bodies.
He just needed a new roommate, preferably a lone-wolf.
But boy, did that ge...
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Aside from the absolute awkward, and I mean awkward tension between the two, the rest of the week went rather smoothly. Finals were no more, and somehow, Vash and Wolfwood both had managed to pass. Even Milly and Meryl were bouncing off the walls, yelling that they were going to celebrate with drinks and partying. Apparently, Milly had low C's and was in the mindset that she'd fail.
Vash opted out, all too aware of where drinking ended him up last time.
Except, it didn't work. Against his will, he was dragged by the collar into the girls' home, and Wolfwood was abruptly pulled from his comfort tub and forced to party in their apartment.
One thing Vash learned, is that indeed, the room was actually as destroyed as they had said it was weeks prior, bottles of alcohol and mixers clattered across the counter in disarray. The sight sent Vash reeling- even his apartment wasn't that bad. Milly apologized a bunch, but not much thought was able to be made about it, his body being forcibly dragged to the ground, seated in between Milly and Wolfwood.
The other man looked just as dazed and confused, his eyebrows raised, and his lips pulled into some sort of mix between a grimace and a confused smirk. His hair was even spiked around his face unnaturally, somewhat standing directly upright with static. Must've been sleeping.
That bastard. How dare he sleep so peacefully after making his life the most awkward it had ever been since he walked in on Knives and some blue-haired dude making out in the high-school cleaning closet? Well, it definitely wasn't as mortifying, but pretty on par with it.
Vash shudders at that reminder, swiftly taking a drink to distract himself. The drinks continue to flow throughout the night, carrying conversation after conversation.
He finds himself draped over Milly, who just laughs and aggressively pats his back, vaguely tuning into the current topic of discussion before something Meryl says catches his attention.
"So anyways, I have to come up with some stupid film idea before next term." Her arms flail everywhere as she continues, "Who even assigns summer work in college?!"
"Wait, film?" Vash perks up, "Did we ever tell you about our apartment ghosts?"
"You mean the toast ghost?" Milly inquires innocently. Meryl continues to rant to Wolfwood in the background. Wolfwood, who was also a few drinks in already, just nods aggressively along in agreement.
"It was the bread ghost, he didn't toast the bread, he just put it in the toaster. But no, I'm talking about the one that flooded and unflooded our apartment." Vash notes, his head now fully sliding into Milly's lap. The girl didn't do anything to stop him, smiling innocently down at him. Her hand just came up to gently pat his spiky nest of hair, to which Wolfwood's gaze snaps over.
