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This is set during winter season.
The teachers...who knew where the professors were? All any of the students of Troll Kingdom College University (idk-) knew was that the teachers were all called to a very important meeting in the council concerning...something. And, for once, it didn't include the group we know. But when a massive snowstorm came to trap them inside, including the whole student body, then it concerns everyone whose inside the school. (Don't make much sense, I know...)
But, when the students all found out that they would all be stuck at the school campus over night, one word came to mind: PARTY!
It was probably the popular kids' idea to spike the punch. Branch couldn't remember anymore. He knew some of the alcohol came from a private storage, but it was worth it to see the mayhem it was creating. All the students laughing at a couples' ridiculous jokes. Most of the nerdy students cringing at the first taste of the punch. Girls who had never had a drop of alcohol in their life stumbling around and falling as they tried to walk in their five-inch heels. And of course, drunken girls walking around and crashing into walls or the someone else and having to be caught by the chaperones.
Branch did make sure to keep his eyes on Poppy. The last thing he needed was his drunk girlfriend pulling a stranger into a closet or crawling under a table to hurl. Poppy, however, seemed to be taking the alcohol surprisingly well. She didn't cringe at the taste or burning sensation, she didn't stumble around (granted she was wearing sneakers so she had an advantage over most of the other girls), and she wasn't making a fool of herself.
However, as time continued, Poppy continued to drink, and soon, Branch felt that, even though she still seemed perfectly sober from afar, he'd stick close by, just in case. He approached with his hands deep in his pockets as she finished her fifth, or was it sixth glass of punch.
"Hey, big tough guy," Chenille giggled from Lucas' arms. Branch watched as her legs wobbled and noticed that Chenille feet were slipping, meaning that Lucas was completely holding his drunk girlfriend up. "Did you finally get bored all alone on the other side of the gym?"
"Chenille, leave him alone," Barb said. Branch was momentarily confused... had Barb just stood up for him? Then she hiccupped and he realized, she too had been drinking.
"Considering the drinks you've consumed," Satin said trying to think of how much time 'til she gets extremely drunk and talking to Chenille. "You'll be drunk for the next time we go home?"
Yep, emptying the supply of alcohol was so worth this show.
"You know, Branch," Poppy began lightly grabbing onto his hand. "They're playing some really good music right now."
"Poppy, you know I'm not a fan of dancing," Branch reminded his girlfriend.
"Take a drink of punch and come with me to the dance floor," Poppy said. "It's a lot more fun than it looks."
"You'd better do it," Lucas warned shifting Chenille from one arm to the other, though she didn't seem to notice. "She's been waiting for you to approach all night."
"Please, Branch," Poppy pleaded. "I have a few moves I want to show you."
Branch sighed. "Okay, let me get a drink first." Poppy smiled widely and dragged him to the punch bowl pouring them both a glass. She drank hers down so quickly, she finished two glasses in the time he took for a single glass.
The little buzz was helping him loosen up a little and dance. Poppy was dancing close, smiling at DJ and Guy Diamond who were dancing as well not far away, perfectly sober. Smidge and Biggie were dancing as well, though it seemed that Smidge had made a few stops to the punch bowl from the way she was stumbling around.
