<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br/><strong>Location</strong>: field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: doin' the hang dog<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Meg<br/><br/>"Abe!"<br/><br/>The Fullback flinched at his coach's shout, but knew he had to face the music and immediately left off the new unis and trotted over. "Yes coach?"<br/><br/>"You think you're charming. And you were late. So you get to go interview with our observer." A nod of the near-bald pate towards a slender figure in the shadows, drew Abe's eye. But the older man's evil chuckle drew his attention back. "Don't get all hot and bothered, son, it's a punishment. We'll see if you come back with all your limbs intact."<br/><br/>Abe knew better than to argue and held in his long-suffering sigh. Coach Phil could be ruthlessly creative with punishment if he was in the mood. "Yes sir."<br/><br/>"And, for fuck sake, figure out what stupid-ass thing you did that has Isabella glaring daggers at you."<br/><br/>"Why is he assuming that it's my fau..." Abe muttered in annoyance to himself as he sulked over the stranger watching what had been workouts on the field, before stopping up short. Wait... there'd been that conversation... on Monday... no, yesterday... With the hangover still muddying up his higher brain functions, Abe felt the details eluding him, even as he he just knew he was in deep shit. Hepkat and the others, plying him with shots long before they even left the dorm.<br/><br/>Stopping in his tracks, most of the memories finally came back and he winced hard enough to sharpen the headache again. "Fuck."<br/><br/>Part of him noted that the woman who he'd been instructed to speak with was ridiculously hot, but he slapped that voice down and rubbed his face. "Look, sorry for being a jerk, but I only just remembered that I seriously fucked up with the girl I've been trying to impress for longer than I care to admit. Can I reschedule if I'm not going to screw up your timetable? I really need to go suck up as soon as humanly possible. God I feel like an ass."<br/><br/>Hoping he wasn't messing with the stranger's assignment, he slunk away, approaching the head of the cheer squad. There were all sorts of witty apologetic shit he could say, but he liked her too much for that. And to think he was the guy that was supposed to be better than the assholes she kept getting stuck with. Argh...<br/><br/>"Bella, I'm really sorry. No excuses. I was an ass and bailed on you."