"Fuck yeah!" D. yelled, fist pumping the air with the girl laughing and squealing beside him.  They high-fived, relishing in the win and buzz of alcohol.  The losers of the game were supposed to take more shots, but considering everyone was young and high on having a good time (amongst other substances), the girl and D. decided to take the shots as well, downing them with the ease of a drunkard who could no longer feel the burn of the alcohol, fire-kissing its way down the throat.<br/><br/>"Goddamn, we make a good team," the girl grinned, and D. nodded, throwing his arm over her shoulders.  She yelped when she had to support his own weight, pressing her hands against the table to keep the both of them from collapsing.<br/><br/>"Damn good team," D. chuckled.  "<i>Fuck</i>, the room is spinning, Priya."  He groaned, and then he laughed, and then he groaned some more, as if he couldn't stand to hear the loudness of his own voice.<br/><br/>"You should probably drink some water," she said, trying to make her way to the kitchen while support ninety percent of his weight.  "There's no way you can make it back to your dorm.  I know the owners of the house; I can ask —"<br/><br/>As she tried to turn him, D. caught sight of a familiar head of unkempt blonde hair and clenching, angst-ridden jaw.  He locked his legs to keep from moving, and then unsteadily pointed at him — what was his name?  Mucus?  Fukus?  Fuckus?<i>HA</i>.<br/><br/>"That's my fucking roommate," he yelled.  "Hey —<i>hey</i>!  Ludus?  The fuck you doin' out here?  I'm fucking hammered.  Why you by yourself?  Take me home, goddammit."<br/><br/>The girl looked between D. and the blonde, unsure.  "Uh, I mean, he can stay here, um, Ludus?  It's not a big deal.  I know the owners, so, like, it's not a problem at all."<br/><br/>"Fuck that," D. slurred, reaching out to grasp the blonde's shoulders.  "He's my fucking roommate, so you should fuckin' take us home, asswipe."