if i think i can figure things out, is that curiosity or arrogance?

After Peter had managed to wake enough to do it, he snagged his phone again and texted Topher a simple, You're a dead man, Christopher. :)

Actually killing Topher, he'd decided, would take too much effort, and he had more important things to worry about.

Terrifying the shit out of him, on the other hand?

Well, that was just good fun.

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Topher might be miserable, but when his phone went off he still reluctantly reached for it and glanced at it. And once the letters stopped spinning in his head, he could actually read it.

And he shrieked. Loudly.

Sigh. Then:

what d i say/

Forgive the bad grammar, Peter. He was a bit dizzy.

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Ah. See, he was starting to feel better about his night of missed sleep, why the hell did you have to go and make him agitate statesmen, Topher already.

But instead of texting back anything about agitated statesmen, Peter wrote, oh, you know what you said.

He wondered if Topher was going to be flailing around trying to figure it out.

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Nope. Too exhausted for that.

Pause. Then he hazarded a guess.

wre yuo th one i told i love tony/

......Topher. There was just no excuse for saying something like that.

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Really, Peter might feel sorry for the guy if he didn't keep doing really ill-advised things, like giving Peter Wiggin blackmail material.

After a moment of weighing what would cause more distress - affirmation or denial - Peter opted for, No, but thanks for telling me. Send me a wedding invitation.

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That got a good flail out of him, despite the early morning-ness of it.

i dont really! just said i did!

He even managed to spell it right that time. But sure, Topher. Sure.

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I'm not judging, but you know what they say about drunk sincerity.

Momentarily sidelined from the 'terrify Topher' trail, sure, but this was also funny.

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what about WEIRD CHANGED PERSONALITY sincerity???? PUPPY KICKER

Low blow, Topher.

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Quinn didn't recognize Topher's phone number, and she had no idea where he lived. She hit redial after she got his message anyhow, so somewhere in his room his phone was no doubt ringing.

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So it was! Topher picked it up, cringed, and very reluctantly put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

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"It's Quinn." Look, Topher, now you could quit calling her Jello girl! "Good for you that you aren't scared of me. Really. But why am I on your special drunk dialing list?"

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It was a real mystery. Jello girl.

"...uh..." He thought. "Maybe... Kenzi gave me your number?"

Maybe. Unlikely.

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Of course. It all came back to her.

"... and why does Kenzi want you to ramble at me when you sound wasted?"

Quinn suspected she didn't want to know the answer to that, but she asked anyhow.

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"Don't know."

See how much he cared?

"I don't think she likes you." Pause. "I don't really like you."

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"Kind of picked up on that," Quinn said dryly. "I don't need everybody to like me."

Just the important people.

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"I think Kenzi agrees." Nod nod. "'Cause of how she made me make that commercial."

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endsthegame

Ender didn't exactly think of himself as a hangover helper for anybody, but he'd heard the radio just now, and he was headed out to feed Ben anyway - nevermind that he felt a little responsible for Topher just on the grounds that Peter seemed to have made him into a favorite target, and he knew what that felt like.

So the door might have opened a little bit, just for someone to produce some water and aspirin and set it down on the floor before it shut again.

Ender was going to consider it practice for dealing with his colonists later.

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Topher's eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. Rations! Beautiful!

He scrambled up to retrieve the gifts before remembering that oh, wait, his ankle was in some serious pain right now.

So he crawled. No shame.

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Kenzi had woken up only mildly hungover. A little water, some pills, she was fine. She came from people who drank vodka for breakfast to keep warm.

Topher, on the other hands.... "OPEN UP! I AM HERE TO EASE YOUR PAIN!"

With something to make him feel better and pay him back for the vomiting. And a spray bottle.

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"'s unlocked!" Topher called. Fairly miserably. Then winced. Too loud!

Belatedly, he hoped his roommate wasn't around. Whoops.

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If he was, he'd get a bouncy 'hey.'

Kenzi was scolding as she opened the door. "Topher! Security! These locks are lame, but you can at least make the token effort." She wandered over with a glass of something large and red-based in one hand, and toast and a spray bottle of water gripped in the other. "Drink this."

Because that always ended so well.

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"You brought me home!" accused. And that was just an assumption, anyway. It was entirely possible that he could've stumbled here by himself. He just didn't remember any of it.

Then he got a look at the large and red-based item and recoiled. "I don't want it."

Just instinct, after last night.

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"Yes you do." Kenzi glanced at it. "It's not blood or anything. Just something to make you recover." And pay back the vomiting. Both! It was magic like that!

And oh, right, she had. Oh well. "You've been awake a while, you should have fixed that. Aren't you glad I didn't leave you in a Common Room for anyone to find and draw on?"

See! She looked out for him!

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Topher squinted at the red whatever-it-was, then gingerly reached out for it. It couldn't possibly make him feel any worse, could it?

"...yes," he grumbled. "I think Peter wants me dead."

This was true.

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