Log: Laurie & Kyle

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Backdated to Monday 17th January 2011, about 1am

Kyle goes to pick Laurie up from a party after a rather drunken SMS.



Laurie staggered slightly on her high heels as her friend Rachel helped her out to the front of the modest looking home in upper Westchester. She'd been invited along by several of her friends and while she was technically 'a townie', it was the first time in a long time that she'd gone to an actual 'townie' party, although she supposed it was technically a College party.

"I swear, if Justin doesn't stop facebook stalking me, I'm going to key the asshole's car. He's completely nuts, and doesn't seem capable of understanding that I broke up with him," Rachel complained, wrapping an arm around her friend to stop her from falling over.

"Thanks," Laurie said, wondering when her heels had gotten so hard to walk in. She bent over to try and slip them off and staggered, held up only by Rachel's arm around her waist. "Sorry, gravity is much harder then it looks."

"You are so weird," Rachel noted, but giggled at the owlish look Laurie sent her. Her friend was entirely trashed; it was sort of hilarious considering how straight laced Laurie was normally. "Even drunk you're a total nerd."

"Am not, I'm simply focussed in my topics of interest," Laurie muttered, holding onto her friend as she fished in her bag for her mobile phone. She tapped out a quick enquiry to Kyle.

To: [Foxyloxy] U Busy?

Kyle was, luckily for Laurie, awake -and- not otherwise occupied in other things like watching TV or ... Jan. Since it wasn't the 'emergency' noise, he was slightly confused as to why anyone would be texting him at 'Watch Bad Movies' o'clock. Doubly confused when he saw that it was Laurie.

To: [LOC] its 1am wtf.

Laurie pondered her response for a moment, still held mostly upright by her friend, and then typed out a response.

To: [Foxyloxy] i know, right? come pick me up?

Kyle groaned, not that anyone but his cat could hear him and then plucked the cat off his stomach where it had been sleeping.

To: [LOC] fuck. where r u? address?

It didn't take long to find socks, and his coat and a hat, and then snag the keys to the station wagon off his kitchen counter. He'd kept a set handy, it came with the job that meant buying 20 pound bags of ice melt and kitty litter every week.

Once Laurie had sent back the address, Kyle was already ready to go, GPS in his pocket and muttering to himself about she was so buying him a damn burger, and fries.

Rachel was looking at her watch by the time Laurie saw Kyle's car pull up, and she waved exuberantly at him from her post leaned up against the garden wall. "Kyle!"

"Um, Lor? Why is your friend wearing a hat this late at night?" Rachel asked, placing a hand against Laurie's shoulder when she looked like she'd topple over in her enthusiastic waving.

"I don't know, I never asked. Maybe you should ask him?" Laurie noted, taking on that slightly intense look that overly drunk people got when asked to think. "Kyyyyle! Rach has a question for yooou!"

"Oh God," Rachel muttered, wondering if she could get away with leaving Laurie here and hightailing it back insider.

Drunk. Very drunk. And cute. "Because it's like fourteen degrees out and I don't like cold ears?" And it reduced his chances of being pulled over for Driving While a Mutant. Kyle slid out of the car, grabbed Laurie by the elbow and steadied her. "Jesus, you smell like you rolled around in cranberries and vodka." Living with Jared had been educational. Kyle now knew that different kinds of alcohol smelled different, right up until someone puked them into the kitchen sink.

"There were cocktails!" Laurie said brightly, giving him a very big 'you're my bestest friend ever for not leaving me here' grin. "Also, I think, wine. Rach? There was wine, wasn't there?"

"Yes, Lor, there was wine," Rachel replied, giving Kyle a long suffering look. They all knew that Laurie was both a very happy drunk, and also a huge lightweight; it's why they all took it in turns watching out for her at College parties. "Hi, by the way, I'm Rachel, Rachel Glass. You must be Kyle?"

"Yep. You need a ride too?" Kyle asked. She didn't smell drunk, but he was going to check just to be sure. "This thing's like driving a sofa, but it seats about... thirty." Or twelve. "You guys both in the gonna be a doctor program thing, or did Laurie just adopt you?"

"If it's not a lot of trouble, I live on campus in the dorms though," Rachel replied with a bright smile, giving him a bold once over before winking. "And God no, I'm not entirely insane. I'm doing a Bachelor of Science in nursing, actually. It's a long, long family tradition. You? Or are you just some scoundrel Laurie adopted?"

Laurie started to hum an age old tune, and Rachel moved her arm slightly in order to slap her friend in the back of the head.

"Ow," Laurie muttered, pouting softly at Rachel before trying for an innocent look. "What was that for?"

"For acting like a two year old," Rachel noted with a grin, going back to holding her friend upright. "I don't know how you put up living with her."

"Hey!" Laurie protested, pouting some more, this time with added sulk.

Kyle shrugged. If Laurie's friend didn't know about her x-factor positive status, well, he was about to probably out her. He tugged the winter hat off, and flashed a grin. "Kinda live in the same place for a good reason, you know? Last thing I need is some idiot deciding to try to trash my dorm or pick a fight because he doesn't like my face."

Literally. He'd had enough problems that way just from classmates.

"Lor! You were totally holding out on me," Rachel cried, turning to her friend with a look of disbelief on her face. "You didn't tell me you knew a Christmas elf! I mean, wow, think you could put a good word in with Santa, Kyle?"

Rachel managed to keep her serious look for about five seconds before her general mischievous nature shone through and she laughed at the look of incredulousness on Laurie's face.

"Rach! You shouldn't do that sort of thing to a drunken person," Laurie said, slurring her words slightly before she sighed and moved sideways, managing to successfully lay her head on Kyle's shoulder without falling over. "I think in revenge we should make her carry me to the car."

Kyle snorted at the joke. "Only reason you're not getting snow down your shirt is cause you're cute." And if Laurie said anything to Jan about him flirting with other girls, he'd deny it and blame it on Laurie being trashed. "And you're walking to the car. It's like ten feet, and the last time anyone carried you anywhere, you said you'd puke on them."

"You're so mean to me," Laurie noted, stumbling again before she simply kicked off her heels and tried to reach down to pick them up, only to almost face plant. "Whoops, gravity is way too hard right now, I think it should be outlawed."

Rachel, having managed to prevent her friends rather undignified tumble onto the pavement in front of them pushed Laurie at Kyle and then reached down to pick up Laurie's shoes. "I would like to go on record as saying that you owe me big time for this, Lor. You're just lucky you haven't puked on me or you'd owe me your first born child. Welll, that or a really, really good burger, of five guys burger quality only made out of truffles or something."

"How much did she have?" Kyle asked. "Truffles are supposed to be like, only a small amount for a reason, bee-tee-dub. They're super rich." He caught the slightly incredulous look. "Cooking class. Best elective ever in high school."

--

Dropping Laurie's friend off added maybe a few minutes to the drive, and in that few minutes, Kyle decided that hangover prevention was so going to be the theme of the rest of the night. He sure as hell wasn't getting back to sleep anyway, and a hungover Laurie was not a happy Laurie. A hungover Laurie was a powers-leaking Laurie. So instead of the turnoff for the road that led back to the mansion, he pulled into the parking lot of a diner. "You. Are drunk."

"No, no," Laurie denied, shaking her head enthusiastically and then dropping her voice to a stage whisper as she leaned towards Kyle and almost overbalanced into his lap. "I am extremely drink...drank...DRUNK!"

She looked triumphant at having found the right word and beamed beatifically at him.

"Dude, reality tv called and wants their joke back." Kyle set the parking brake and then leaned over to undo Laurie's seatbelt, since she was fumbling with it, having managed to tangle herself when she tipped over. "I got more sleep when you had a stick up your butt, you know?"

"Kylllle, why do you keep saying that? It's biologically impossible for somebody to live with a stick up their butt," Laurie noted, with the careful wording of somebody attempting to not slur every second word. "I'd never be able to walk around, and sitting would be painful, not to mention dangerous."

Kyle grinned in a entirely mischievous way. "Ask your roommate about that, I bet he'd tell you different." Because if anyone would give Laurie a quick education in that, it would be Jean-Philippe. He wrapped one arm under Laurie's and slid her out of the car the long way, past the parking brake and the driver's seat and out the driver's door. "Food, you. You're trashed."

"There were tequila shots," Laurie informed him seriously, holding up both her hands as she got her feet under her. "I had...lots, this many! People seemed impressed, but they haven't met Vee or Eamon, or Bishop...maybe you also, can you get drunk?"

She allowed Kyle to lead her toward the diner, pondering what sort of food she'd like along the way.

"I want Bacon, Kyle. Can I have bacon? And...pancakes!"

Kyle got Laurie settled, and handled ordering by way of getting two hangover specials, which included both bacon and pancakes. "Maybe not me. Dude, I don't drink because it smells funky. Maybe some of the fruity stuff Jared makes when he's bored but most of it smells like bad fruit and I'm not into bad fruit."

Laurie wrinkled her nose at the idea of bad fruit and made the 'yuck face' at Kyle. "Yuck."

"You're a bad fruit." Kyle said. "So, what's with the like, drinking after you were all Miss Never Gonna Drink for so long anyway?"

"Your face is bad fruit," Laurie said absently, leaning her head back against the leather backrest of the booth. She was feeling sleepy now, and hoped the food came soon. "Annnnnnd, m'older now. Loooooots older, might not make it to twenty-one."

Kyle rolled his eyes a little. "Yeah, tomorrow when I tell you that you were like, emo drunk, this is why."

Laurie poked her tongue out at Kyle, realising the buzz was going, even if she was still quite drunk. "I just don't want to miss things because I was so serious about being serious. I mean, a few drinks aren't going to kill me. As to the type of drunk I am, be grateful I'm not a belligerent one."

"Dude, remind me to write Eamon a thank you letter. You getting laid really did lighten you up." Kyle said, laughing and then ducking as Laurie flicked bits of her hashbrowns at him.