<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aimee's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=106180131)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi-curious<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> So ready to not feel a thing<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 7PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Being pulled away from a potential mistake<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Classes<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> OPEN, it's a party! <br/></span><hr/><br/>Her father had once been a pretty decent boxer, competed for his University back in Ireland and everything.  Aimee, wanting to do everything her big brother did and never letting anyone tell her a girl shouldn't or couldn't do something, had begged her dad to teach her to fight too.  He resisted when she was a little tot, caving to pressure from their mother to 'let her be a girl' but once she hit puberty and boys started to notice her?  All bets were off.  Her dad wanted her to know how to defend herself so he'd taught her a few things.  <br/><br/>Another hand grabbed at her and she got ready to swing again.  As soon as she recognized her roomie though her hand uncurled from the fist and she blew out a sigh.  She looked past him to the dude just pushing himself up off the ground.  <strong>"Yeah, you better get me outta here before I need bail money."</strong>  She grinned a big stupid grin.  God she'd love to see the face of a cop who showed up if the frat boy wanted to get law involved.  Judging by the ruddiness of his face and his two chuckling friends hauling him back that wouldn't be an issue.  He'd be too embarrassed because he got decked by a girl.  <br/><br/>She started to dance with Auggie a little and when he mentioned ice looked down at her hand.  The knuckles were red and yeah, they ached but she wasn't letting herself think too much about it before.  She flexed that hand, made a fist and let it go a few times.  <strong>"Yeah, ice.  Imma have a wicked bruise tomorrow.  His'll be worse though."</strong> She chuckled and started working her way towards the edge of the fray where she hoped to find a cooler or something with iced drinks.  <strong>"Thanks for the bailout.  Hope it didn't ruin any extracurricular fun."</strong> She wagged her eyebrows at him. <br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://img.360kpop.com/news/2013/06/tumblr_mnuk0cq2m71rcoad1o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Augustine "Auggie" Bae<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Second Year | Silver Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Pansexual passing as Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Goofy<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Around somewhere.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aimee | <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">There was relief when Aimee didn't simply opt to swing on him too and instead seemed receptive to his good intentions. Not that he thought she would purposely be violent with him but sometimes when one thing set you off it was easy for that to carry over to the next person as well. That didn't seem to be an issue though as he saw her grin and join into the spirit of things when he inched them away from the dumbass who'd gotten what he deserved.<br/><br/>"Oh I have no doubt about that," Auggie snickered as Aimee flexed her fist and spoke of her handy work. "Serves him right though. Maybe he'll remember to do better when he has to look in the mirror and see the reminder." He winced slightly just thinking about it. He knew what it was to have a physical reminder of lessons learned, though in this case he was right, dude had earned his punishment. <br/><br/>Edging around the various bodies in search of some useable ice, or else a cold can, Auggie shoved away the old mess and trailed just behind his roomie. Though he heard her comment it took a second for the words to clearly penetrate to his brain and the usually cheerful Asian shook his head. "No prob. Anytime." He chimed, meaning it sincerely. They might not know each other super well outside of having learned both of them were cool with clothing being optional but that was just Auggie's way. Good people were good people ya know. "And nah, nothing serious was happening. I mean, I helped to break a table right about the time I happened to spot you but I think that was about as exciting as it was going to get." <br/><br/>The kid shrugged as he rocked along with the music then frowned slightly, thinking about it some. "Well, that is unless they're like still over there heaped up on the..." His words trailed off and his eyes widened as the mental image he got far exceeded what was likely to be the reality. There was no way. None of the people he'd been groovin' with had been drunk enough for all <em>that</em>. Right? <br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Auggie rubbed a hand against the back of his neck and decided to simply stop talking--and thinking--before he suggested anything else silly. Scanning the ground he spotted a cooler and nudged Aimee gently to get her to change direction and follow, his body brushing against hers briefly as he slipped past her. "Over here."<br/><br/>Squatting down he popped the lid on the cooler to find a stash of the cheapest beer likely ever made but it was on ice at least. Glancing around he didn't really see anything he could put some ice in that would work for holding it on her knuckles so after a moment he sacrificed his shirt to the cause, pulling it over his head and knocking his hat off in the process. Filling it with a good amount of ice he rolled it up and held it up to her with a grin. "Here. That should work, yeah?" </span>