<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/GilandTiger_zpsf8ee86c6.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br/><strong>Location</strong>: leaving his room<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: running late!<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br/><br/>Blinking blearily, Abe fought his way past the wad of dirty socks that was his brain and tongue after a night out with his fellow Hepkats. Normally, he wouldn't drink, at least not quite to such excess, but it had been Skat's birthday, and there had been those Navy hotties from Whidby Island and one thing led to another...<br/><br/>"Mrrowr?"<br/><br/>The feline question made him grin and focus on the striped face close to his own. The stray had taken to Abe like they were long lost brothers and snuck though a carefully disguised hole in the screen that led to the outside. Abe couldn't care less that he'd get in trouble for the tabby keeping him company. It was worth it.<br/><br/>Skitching the furry head of his friend, the red-head grinning and rolled halfway over. "Mornin', Tiger. How's things?"<br/><br/>Then he saw his alarm clock and his blood ran cold.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck! Is that the time?!?!? Coach is gonna skin me!"<br/><br/>Flailing away from his comfy blankets, Abe dove for the first clothing he spotted and yanked most of it on. Tiger yowled disapproval of the blankets being tossed over him and shimmied his way free and out the window with the flick of an annoyed tail.<br/><br/>"Sorry," Abe stage-whispered as he hopped around into his sweats and shot out the door with shoes in hand.<br/><br/>Good thing he had tough feet!