Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon

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So, Jim had gotten drunk last night. That wasn't surprising. He'd gotten drunk, gone out to the mainland, gotten a little drunker and then come home where he'd passed out. Getting up the following morning for class had been...interesting but he'd managed it and now he was back in his room, back in bed and recovering from that little bender.

Jim really couldn't even explain it. At first, he'd started drinking just to get Frank's voice out of his head and then it just turned into wanting to have fun which meant he got to deal with the headache and the general gross feeling the next day. But, he was an expert at this.

Yes, at sixteen, he already knew how to deal. He'd had some water, taken some pills (he preferred futuristic shots, thank you) and propped himself up in his comfortable bed with blankets, pillows and pajamas. And by that, he'd wriggled into a pair of pants and that was it.

He really wished for a television or something in the room. How could Jackson not have that? It was a mystery. Maybe he'd try and convince his roommate to get something like that.

Blackmail was always an option.

[Door cracked/post open.]

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Cade, walking past on the way to his room, peeked and recognized the signs of hangover.

"HI THERE," he boomed.

Cade was a dick.

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"God, you're a dick," Jim told him, rubbing his head and glaring. "And I bet you're really proud of that."

Because Jim would be proud of it too.

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"Yep," Cade declared. "When you've got talent, it's a karking shame not to share it, right?"

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"And what if I was in here, dying of some rare disease and not just hungover?" Jim asked, pushing himself a little further up against his pillows. "What if you'd just stopped my heart instead of making my head pound?"

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"Then I would've taken your stuff and framed Jackson for your death."

Sometimes Cade was kind of creepy.

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Yeah, that was kind of creepy. Jim raised an eyebrow and looked vaguely impressed. Hey,. sometimes creepy equaled ambitious too.

"Well, rest easy because I'm not dying," he said, shaking his head. "I just indulged a little last night. It'd been awhile since my last bender, I was feeling a little lucky after my good weekend so I went for some cheap booze. It definitely lived up to its cheap billing. I miss booze in the future, man."

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"Have they gotten rid of hangovers?" Cade looked intrigued. "Because if so, I'm moving there."

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"Nope," Jim said, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. "But, they've got stronger stuff to help get rid of it. Just get a little shot in the arm and you're good to go. Here, it's pills and water and laying around. Not that I mind the laying around but I'd rather do it without a headache."

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"How cheap was this alcohol anyway?" Cade asked casually.

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"Take a look for yourself," Jim said, pointing at the empty bottle on his desk. "It was cheapest I could find. Creds don't really exchange well over here. I had to dig up what I could find just to get that. Stupid capitalist societies."

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"Is that the name of the liquor store on the bottle?" Cade asked. "Have some standards, man."

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"And what kind of swill have you been drinking these days?" Jim asked, making a face at him. "You partaking in the expensive stuff, Cade? Drinking amber liquid out of a goblet?"

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"Goblet, no, but I swiped some loser's wallet at the picnic, so my choice is better than something from Bob's House of Kebab and Booze," Cade replied.

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"Why am I not surprised that you swiped a wallet?" Jim wondered, shaking his head. He'd hooked up with a girl and Cade had been making money. Sounded like they'd both had fun. "And whose wallet did you swipe? Anyone interesting?"

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"Not really," Cade said. "Some guy who was way too excited about scones or something; never even saw me."

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"Aww. Did the guy at least have a good amount of creds?" Jim asked, giving Cade an oh so sad frown. "Did his excitement over scones transfer to a lot of scones buying money?"

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"Yes," Cade said, "and a credit card I told the clerk was my dad's. That won't work for very long, though."

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"You spending money on anything interesting?" Jim wondered. "And yes, booze does count."

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"Can't exactly buy a new blaster here," Cade said, "and I can't think of a new tattoo I might need, so I'm sending some of it home for local specialties."

Drugs. Cade meant drugs.

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"Awww, are you ordering yourself a pretty little dress from home?" Jim cooed, smirking. "Cade, you'll look so pretty!"

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"Yeah, but only if it really accentuates my ass," Cade replied. "Do I want to to know why your brain immediately jumped to karking cross-dressing?"

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"Probably not," Jim admitted with a laugh. "Also, you threw a party half naked while you were a girl. You don't get to hold that over my head. You enjoyed that more than me, Cade."