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smackenzieThat night, while Ana was beading a bracelet and Rose Marie was freaking out about their close (but not really) brush with homicide and Max Barker was wondering if he'd uncovered a shiny new serial killer in Boston, Christian was busy dragging Rain to a party in Allston. The party was at the apartment of a friend of their friend Costella (and didn't Christian always wonder what her parents were thinking when they named her that - unlike Rain, the name Costella answered to was actually the name on her birth certificate), and Costella had mentioned it to practically everyone she knew, because the guy who lived in the apartment had told her to. Christian just hoped it was a big apartment, or that it had a yard.
"At least it's not raining," he said as he and Rain waited for the T. "And you don't have to worry about the bouncer taking your fake ID."
Rain's fake ID said he was from Memphis, where he'd never been except to visit his grandparents once a year. It was just his luck that the last time they tried to go to a bar, the bouncer had grown up there, and when Rain didn't seem to be able to answer any of the guy's "Where did you go to high school? Did you ever go here or here" questions, the bouncer got suspicious and confiscated his ID. And Rain hadn't replaced it yet. He was just four months shy of his twenty-first birthday but that was still four months no one was going to forgive him so he could drink.
"Karsten told me I needed a spare," Rain grumbled. "Maybe two."
"Never fear. We'll come through for you and you'll have a new fake in no time. Do you want to have to carry me home tonight, or should I plan to carry you?" He grinned.
"I was going to save the heavy drinking for Saturday, actually. I have a meeting for a group project Saturday morning. Can you believe that?"
"Whose brilliant idea was that? Where's the train?"
"I don't even know. I wanted to sleep late. I can't do group stuff hung over."
"Bummer." Christian was planning to spend Saturday working on his German homework and doing some problem sets or maybe reading some theory (he was a math major). Some of that he could do tomorrow - he only had one class and it was at noon - although he should probably do his laundry, and he wanted to go into Coolidge Corner because the comic store was there and the movie theater was showing a special midnight screening of Donnie Darko and Christian was always up for two hours of staring at Jake Gyllenhall. Maybe he could convince Rain to go with.
Well, no, he'd just said he had a group project meeting thing Saturday morning. Late night Friday movies were probably only acceptable if they were late nights in the dorm.
They squeezed onto the T with what felt like half of Brighton - Rain pointed out that they could've walked to the party and gotten there faster, and not been squashed - and eventually made their way to Costella's friend's apartment. There was a guy standing by the door who pretended to check Rain and Christian's IDs, but really all he wanted was a few bucks to help cover the cost of booze. The boys paid up.
The place wasn't small but was full of people - not just Costella's BU friends but of course friends of the guy having the party.
"Does he live here by himself?" Rain asked Costella, who they found wedged against the counter in the kitchen, being talked at by a very excited and (Christian thought) not particularly cute boy in a Red Sox jersey.
"His roommate's out of town," she said. "Nice, huh?"
"Lots of people."
"You guys know Jerry? Jerry, Rain, Christian. You talk, I need more beer." She extricated herself and headed out of the kitchen, and Christian grabbed Rain's sleeve and followed. He didn't know Jerry but wasn't interested in talking to him, especially since Costella had seemed relieved to see them as if they gave her an excuse to get away.
"The Coolidge Corner Theater is showing Donnie Darko at midnight tomorrow," Christian said, after they found the keg hiding out on the back porch. "Either of you want to go?"
"Group project meeting," Rain reminded him.
"I know. I just thought I'd mention it in case you thought it sounded interesting. I know you like the weird shit." A fine appreciation for the weird and dark and kind of geeky was in fact one of the reasons they were friends.
(That and Christian thought Rain was cute, and he kind of wished Rain would get his head out of his ass and realize that everyone knew he had a little crush on Christian. Apparently Rain thought it was a secret. Any day now someone was going to say something, and Christian was just going to laugh.)
"I do! I like the weird shit! I just... ok, I'll go."
"You're so easy," Costella said. She sipped her beer. "Yum, foam."
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"At least it's not raining," he said as he and Rain waited for the T. "And you don't have to worry about the bouncer taking your fake ID."
Rain's fake ID said he was from Memphis, where he'd never been except to visit his grandparents once a year. It was just his luck that the last time they tried to go to a bar, the bouncer had grown up there, and when Rain didn't seem to be able to answer any of the guy's "Where did you go to high school? Did you ever go here or here" questions, the bouncer got suspicious and confiscated his ID. And Rain hadn't replaced it yet. He was just four months shy of his twenty-first birthday but that was still four months no one was going to forgive him so he could drink.
"Karsten told me I needed a spare," Rain grumbled. "Maybe two."
"Never fear. We'll come through for you and you'll have a new fake in no time. Do you want to have to carry me home tonight, or should I plan to carry you?" He grinned.
"I was going to save the heavy drinking for Saturday, actually. I have a meeting for a group project Saturday morning. Can you believe that?"
"Whose brilliant idea was that? Where's the train?"
"I don't even know. I wanted to sleep late. I can't do group stuff hung over."
"Bummer." Christian was planning to spend Saturday working on his German homework and doing some problem sets or maybe reading some theory (he was a math major). Some of that he could do tomorrow - he only had one class and it was at noon - although he should probably do his laundry, and he wanted to go into Coolidge Corner because the comic store was there and the movie theater was showing a special midnight screening of Donnie Darko and Christian was always up for two hours of staring at Jake Gyllenhall. Maybe he could convince Rain to go with.
Well, no, he'd just said he had a group project meeting thing Saturday morning. Late night Friday movies were probably only acceptable if they were late nights in the dorm.
They squeezed onto the T with what felt like half of Brighton - Rain pointed out that they could've walked to the party and gotten there faster, and not been squashed - and eventually made their way to Costella's friend's apartment. There was a guy standing by the door who pretended to check Rain and Christian's IDs, but really all he wanted was a few bucks to help cover the cost of booze. The boys paid up.
The place wasn't small but was full of people - not just Costella's BU friends but of course friends of the guy having the party.
"Does he live here by himself?" Rain asked Costella, who they found wedged against the counter in the kitchen, being talked at by a very excited and (Christian thought) not particularly cute boy in a Red Sox jersey.
"His roommate's out of town," she said. "Nice, huh?"
"Lots of people."
"You guys know Jerry? Jerry, Rain, Christian. You talk, I need more beer." She extricated herself and headed out of the kitchen, and Christian grabbed Rain's sleeve and followed. He didn't know Jerry but wasn't interested in talking to him, especially since Costella had seemed relieved to see them as if they gave her an excuse to get away.
"The Coolidge Corner Theater is showing Donnie Darko at midnight tomorrow," Christian said, after they found the keg hiding out on the back porch. "Either of you want to go?"
"Group project meeting," Rain reminded him.
"I know. I just thought I'd mention it in case you thought it sounded interesting. I know you like the weird shit." A fine appreciation for the weird and dark and kind of geeky was in fact one of the reasons they were friends.
(That and Christian thought Rain was cute, and he kind of wished Rain would get his head out of his ass and realize that everyone knew he had a little crush on Christian. Apparently Rain thought it was a secret. Any day now someone was going to say something, and Christian was just going to laugh.)
"I do! I like the weird shit! I just... ok, I'll go."
"You're so easy," Costella said. She sipped her beer. "Yum, foam."
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