<span class="bbc_u">Charlotte w/ Matthew</span><br/><br/>Charlotte entered her room quietly, seeing as Matthew seemed concentrated on the piece of paper in front of him. Her lip pulled between her teeth as she tip toed in, trying not to disturb him. Charlotte considered herself to be a considerate roommate and only hoped Matthew would be the same way. She knew that the year would be hell if he ended up being some ridiculous pig. She didn't tolerate filth very well. Moving to her suitcase, Charlotte watched him over her shoulder. His face had grown more frustrated as he wrote along. She grabbed the tequila and walked to his desk, sighing to alert him of her presence behind him.<strong>"You seem a bit irritated, need something to smooth it over?"</strong>Charlotte gave him a hopeful smile, waggling the bottle back and forth. Drinking alone sounded depressing and pathetic.