...suddenly from out of nowhere there was the high pitched whine of a hairdryer coming from the bathroom. Alice nearly lept out of her seat and Sam blushed for a different reason. "Shit, didn't think Paul would be in."
Alice launched into confused apologies about interrupting and not wanting to intrude until Sam calmed her down. "Cool your tits, she doesn't walk around naked or anything." Her eyes lit up. "Oh! You've got to try this shit it's the fucking best."
Sam hefted herself up to lean over the couch towards her mini-fridge. If it hadn't been for Alice's alterations to her uniform this would have been a time those recently snapped undies would have been on display. Sam plopped back into her seat with a massive bottle of yellowed-amber liquid and some novelty cups depicting another band Alice couldn't identify. Sam used both hands to give the bottle a shake, the action having a ripple effect on her newly found curves. The hair dryer continued to whine in the background.
A glass was forced into Alice's hands. Sam had to assure her it wasn't jacked up with anything. She took a gulp and it was like a lemony orange honeyed fizz punched her in the teeth. After that delicious assault on her taste buds Alice had to gasp for air. "What is this?"
"They call it Beezwax Brew," Sam said after her own quaffing. "The WASP bitches have it at their preppy parties. Paul managed to sneak out a sample and recreated it. Only with a little more buzz in the carbonation department."
“Paul?” Alice repeated, confused. She knew Buttercombe was an all girl academy but unlike the unisex nature of Sam’s name Paul sounded like a boy’s. It was only her host's admission of her roommate’s gender that prevented Alice’s imagination from going further off the deep end.
At that moment the hair dryer clicked off and the bathroom door opened. The mysterious Paul entered showing signs of just having changed into flop wear after using the shower. She was busy playing with the shaggy mop of her dark brown hair that had needed extensive drying. Alice noticed that there were signs of some dark makeup from around her eyes that hadn’t been washed away completely. And that Paul had two piercings under her lip, different than Sam’s on lip and on nostril piercings.
But the weirdest detail about Paul was that she had a funnel attached to a hose sitting over her shoulders with her towel. It caught the naive Alice completely off guard. “What is, um, the hose for?”
“Practice,” Paul said simply.
Sam was doing a horrid job stifling her laughter. “You should see your face,” Sam told Alice. While it wasn’t the laughing fit she’d had when Megan had fallen over the first time Sam was invited to Megan and Alice’s room, the laughter was about half of that.
Alice had no real clue as to what the significance of the hose or her face was or anything. Paul had lounged into her chair, bare feet on the coffee table. She had skinny legs sticking out of her shorts with lanky arms still fussing with her hair that made her look stick thin (and thin was a body type Alice had not been seeing as frequently). It reminded Alice of what Sam had looked like when they had first met at freshman orientation, Paul even looked to be wearing Sam’s old skull hoodie. Though as Paul settled further into her seat her stretching emphasized a protruding taunt stomach. It reminded Alice of a first trimester of pregnancy but if that were true--
“Your face is blood red,” Paul told her when she caught Alice’s gaze.
“S-S-Sorry!!” Alice quelled her active imagination with another sip of the Beezwax.
“So yeah,” Sam sat up from the couch. “Alice, this is Paul, Paul, Alice.”
“Nice to meet you, *hic*” Alice had gulped her drink down so fast she had given herself hiccups.
“I’ve been wanting to invite Paul to movie night,” Sam continued. (a *hic* from Alice) “Though we might have to shift it here. Paul torrents whatever films she wants so they're stuck on the computer. Maybe this weekend?” Sam said hopefully. “Just think about it, a fucking marathon of all the SAW movies!”
“*HIC*” the last hiccough brought about actual coughs from Alice. Sam scooted down the couch to slap her on the back. “Hey Alice you still breathin’?”
“I’m fine,” Alice gasped, setting aside her glass. Sam had never really mentioned her roommate, her tastes or anything so it was all coming as a surprise. She didn’t want to be rude but Alice didn’t think she could handle a marathon of SAW. She had nearly lost her chips at the exploding head scene from Scanners.
“Here, drink up.” Sam refilled both their glasses. Not what Alice had wanted, she needed water if anything for her hiccup/coughing fits.
“Don’t-Doesn’t Paul want any?” Alice felt rude having a refreshment in someone else’s room if they weren’t also having it.
“Already covered,” came the reply from Sam’s lounging roommate. Alice’s eyes bulged out of her head. Paul was holding her own massive bottle of Beezwax Brew with no apparent glass. It was already emptied by a few inches.
“Paul likes all the pulp and shit in hers,” Sam explained. “I fucking hate pulp, don’t you?”
“Y-Yeah,” Alice said. She was becoming more and more embarrassed on how the evening was progressing, nothing she had expected after helping Sam out with her uniform difficulties. Sure, Sam was a vulgar loudmouth but the two had become friends because of their shared friends. Alice would have not likely been friends with Sam if it hadn’t been for Ronnie initially bringing her into the group. So meeting another girl with Sam’s aesthetic, only a lot more quiet and indifferent to opening up, thrust Alice way outside of her comfort zone.
She was trying to think of a way to politely excuse herself. *hic*
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