Days of Freedom [Ford]

[Oliver]

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle nervously as he knew he needed to let himself loose, especially whilst out on a spontaneous occasion of rulebreaking, debauchery and dancing. Oliver's parents would be shocked to know if they found out, what Oliver was doing at this stage of life, but he had to grow up somehow. He wasn't going to be cooped up with his family for the rest of his life, nor was he going to get better if he didn't experience these kinds of moments in life. The guy he had just met, appeared to be one of the liveliest and happiest people going as he ensured that he was going to have a good time. Of course, he said one drink and one dance.

What was suppose to be one drink and one dance, ended up being miles more than he had bargained for. Oliver was severely drunk to the point where he was stumbling, unable to catch his balance. The world was spinning as he tried to maintain his dancing.

Shit... Was I drugged? He asked as he didn't realise the situation. Why was the world spinning? Why was everything seemingly all colourful? Oliver maintained his composure for a moment, knowing that this spelled disaster as he euphorically shouted "Ford! Oh god, Ford!" He said waddling over to him as he tripped over the bottom of his heel and feel face flat on the floor. Everyone else gasped as he took the landing below, forcing Oliver to shout "I'm okay" The bar manager immediately came through to the establishment "Right, that's it... I think you've all had enough... Time for you all to go home."

Everyone appeared to be booing at the manager as Oliver tried to get up, he struggled to stand as his suit was a complete mess from all of the partying. After all, he was wondering all of that night did someone spike his drink or was the alcohol taking the toll on his mind. Either way, it was one crazy night.

[Ford Edevane]

What was intentionally set to be one drink and one dance turned into many drinks and dances. To the point that Oliver was shouting for Ford, who was busy talking or attempting to talk and dance at the same time. However, out of the corner of his eye, he did spy his new dormmate on the floor, and the manager kicked them all out. Ford grunted and looked around. When parts of the room continued to move after his eyes and body stopped, he knew he had reached his limit. Laughing, he helped poor Oliver up from the floor and would shoulder him back to the dorm. There were a couple of close calls where Oliver almost didn't make it, and Ford almost went down alongside him, but Ford had made sure to remember don't get lost. Having successfully stumbled to their dorm building, Ford helped his new friend up the appropriate number of stairs and down the hallway before coming to their door. "Okay, Oliver, one more door and we're good to go." He grunted and bit his lower lip as he pulled the door open with some attempts at focusing. He ushered himself and Oliver through the door a pull the door to close it behind them. Safe.

Looking around, he glanced at the beds and worked his way towards Oliver's bed, where he sat himself down as well as Oliver. "Alright, buddy... Shoes come off." Reaching down, he lifted one of those expensive-looking shoes with the leg attached, of course, into his lap, untied it, and pulled it off, followed by the other. With his shoes off, he stood up and attempted to move Oliver so he could lie down in his bed, turning him this way and that. The tie that Oliver had thrown in frustration earlier in the night was plucked up from the ground, and a wobbled step had Ford placing it near Oliver's bedside so it would not get lost. Turning back towards his own bed, the world continued to spin, and his body wanted to keep spinning even though his walking had taken him towards his own bed, and he stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the bed. Toeing the heels of each of his shoes, he slid them off and chuckled as the cooled air of taking his shoes off wrapped around each foot. Fingers clumsily fooled with the buttons of his shirt until it was completely unbuttoned. And if there were no interruptions from Oliver? Ford was going to lay down and pass out in bed until he either woke up of his own accord or someone else's.

[Oliver]

After they got back to the dormitory, Oliver appeared to be still in tune with the music as he appeared to be beatboxing the tune, as if he was still there. It was rather chivalrous that the man would carry him home to safety like that "Oh... I'm so fucking sloshed right now, Ford... Do you think you could be an absolute saint and get me some water, thank you..." He said with a wide grin on his face, seemingly exhausted. The night was still young however, but it appeared that Oliver's alcohol limit was almost at it's scale. He looked over at Ford as he watched him take of his shoes whilst in his paralytic state, dosing off softly in his sleep.

The night was the craziest night, but enjoyable. It was the first time he could let himself go freely without the need of his parents on his back constantly, trying to teach the man to be a gentleman. Of course, theres more to being a gentleman, it was about experiences, tastes, cultures, any social change that could be inflicted upon him. However, it seemed that he and Oliver had a strange bond, almost like the knew each other before.

Perhaps that bond will grow into something stronger in the future.

Only time will tell.

[Treachery]

Oliver & Ford

Lores

• 10x Generic Lore

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A

Points 8 Non-Magical Exp:

Comments:Two kindred spirits; Briefly bound by fate, and liberated from the clutches of those that know them supposedly.