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[Peng]

"Tol'...ja." Ker smirked in her little Ker way, trying to pick herself up but finding that trying so made it even more akward. So she stayed put, her own red-brown curls brushing against Zach's shoulders.

[Katie]

There went the color in his pale cheeks again. As her hair brushed his cold shoulder, his back shivered, making him warm for a second or so. Twitch two. Giving a curled frown, he murmured, "Urh... Here," Sticking one leg to the side and pushing himself against the tree, he attempted to hoist himself up slowly...

..That is, if he hadn't slipped. Falling right back down, this time straight in the snow, face-up and half-on Ker, he cursed silently and growled, "I hate snow."

[Peng]

"Oi loike it." Ker smirked again, taking a handful of snow and rubbing it in Zach's face. "It's homey." it was true. Where she lived, it snowed through late Fall and all through Winter-- therefore she built up an amazing resistance to it. The thick hoodie was all she needed, really, to keep her warm.

[Katie]

"Okay, that's it," Zach spit out the slush to the side, rolling up and to the left away from Ker and behind a tree. From there he patted a rather plump snowball together with scorn.

With a taught arm, Zach chucked the icy sphere at Ker without much aim, a wee bit fed up wit being snow-buried.

[Peng]

"Oh, poor wee babeh is soooo angwy he canna throw." Ker dodged it quite easily, getting up and dashing behind the closer tree to pack a snowball and chuck it rather hard at Zach's tree. On purpose, but of course, to show the shattering impact of snow and ice going a good ten miles an hour at a tree.

"But Ker' can teach 'im how."

[Katie]

Zach's hand flew up to protect his face, just as the icy wad shattered against the tree bark and onto his shirt in tiny flakes. Gritting his teeth, Zach lobbed three snowballs now, more precise, his mark getting better as he went.

"How to what? Lose a war?" He snarled back, his eyes flashing dangerously as he glared across through the trees.

[Peng]

"It ain't a war, 'less both uvem want somethin' the other's got." Ker wiped the slush from her face, the cool stings refreshing her bruises. She lobbed a very frozen snowball at Zach's exposed face, moving from one tree to the next.

[Katie]

Shmaaack. Twitch. Zach wiped the ice off his face, his eyes now clouded in mussed black, his eyeliner wet and messy from the cold, wet, snow. Standing now, he crunched his way through the snow, looking around several trees for the faun, where she was hiding.

Time for some reverse pyschology, then. Cupping his hands to his mouth, the man called out, "Well, I see it as a war. The fact that I like myself and well, I know you want me too~ So come out, faun, want a peace treaty?"

[Peng]

"Oh, aye. Oi want ye tae.." Ker walked out, a firmly packed, frozen over ice-ball of pure PAINZORZ behind her back. "Tae... tae eat ice, ya dunderheaded eyeliner-boy!" she chucked it as hard as she could, spot on and quick, and she chuckled at his expression if it hit.

[Katie]

The slush-wad whizzed past, grazing Zach's ear painfully, ripping at his one gold hoop. He coiled and grabbed at his ear, hissing at the rush of burning cold. "BAJESUSKER. God demn, you didn't have to friggin take my head off," he yelled in fury, making sure the injruy was minor frostbite, cured by insessent rubbing. Leaning up against a tree trunk and glaring at Ker, Zach fumed and held one hand over his ear, the other fiddling to remove snow from his black locks.

[Peng]

"Aw, poor babeh." Ker arched an eyebrow, mocking him. "Do ye need a hug? Hm?" it was a huge mockery, seeing as her state was about a million times worse than Zach's. She wanted to scream at him, "It's just a graze! I've had my own earrings RIPPED from my ears, and worse! I've had it worse than all of you! Can't you see?" but she didn't. She just stood there, packing a snowball.

[Katie]

"Hell no I don't need a hug," Zach spat, throwing a harsh look over at the girl. His mind was cloudy in anger, thwarted with brooding and sting. Stomping away from the trees, Zach started to head back to the Porch, stepping on the first step, pausing to take off his shoes to dump out the slush inside them. He was done playing, done being a child, done being fun.

[Peng]

"Aw. Party pooper. Oi thought ye were the 'party member' of th' band. Or was that th' girl?" Ker put her hands on his hips, sticking her tounge out at him. Her hair was darker from the slush, her hoodie sticking to her curves from the snow.

[Katie]

A gleam crossed the man's features, his eyes hueing to a dull aqua, his lips gnarling into a gruesome scowl. A glossy thread of memory waved before his vision, an image so disturbingly in depth you could slice through it.

They were in late, Zach could make out the scratch of the card key in the door beside his own. The drunken laughter gave away their alibi, they had gone out partying again. As the door clicked open, four feet tangled across the heavily padded carpet, arms swinging about, knocking knickknacks of shelves.

The balcony door that connected the two rooms opened with a swish, and Zach cursed the balcony was there in the first place. Putting down his book at the small coffee table, he stood and glided over to the glass door. Before he could reach it, though, Brandon's fists pounded the glass.

"'Ey Sleepin' Beautay, geddup, no one's sleepin' tonoight!" the boy drawled, followed by an incoherent giggle from his partner in crime, Annie. Throwing back the glass door to make it smack against the wall, Zach glared at the two through bed-ridden hair.

"You two are going to kill yourselves with this crap. Annie, away from the rail and get back in the room. My guess is you'll be huggin' Johnny soon anyway--" Too late. Annie let loose a storm of digested alcohol and God knows what else onto the streets below, making her dizzy; she fell back into the room, into a rounded armchair.

"That's a good girl," Zach mumbled, turning his scowl back on his old friend. "Bra, ya gotta stop doin' this to yourself. It's--" A blow to the chest sent Zach sprawling to the floor, gaping up at his friend. A hazy look of defiance struck Brandon's face as he stumbled a bit before turning back into his room, locking the door behind him.

The flash back was gone, his eyes returned to their glow once again. Holding his checkered and ragged shoes in one hand, Zach started to make his way up the stairs. With his back to Ker, he growled a response.

"The partying was Annie and Branodn's job. If you ever read a paper you'd see the headline. Two Band Members Facing Substance Abuse. Was The Party Too Much For Brandon? Snake Disbans–Annie Disappears Into The Club Again--" His voice cracked as it trailed off, his form sliding into the Lobby of the Inn. Curling up onto the couch facing the fire place, his eyes went dull again as he stared into the flames, remembering how much that suckerpunch had hurt the next day, how Brandon had forgotten what he'd done, how Zach couldn't sing the next week due to his lung and ribs being bruised. Brandon had had brass knuckles builtin back then, when his body wasn't worn down by the drink.

[[Into the Lobby~ >o]]