College days

[Doc]

It was one of those parties that everyone leaves either drunk as a mug or drunker. Travis normally didn't go to these parties but Mavrick had convinced him that it's be a good idea to let loose since he'd been cramming and passed his mid-term exam with flying colors. These were the days that Doctor calso remembered when he was in his office, working on paper work. The faces he'd soon forget by morning, the things he said were go through on ear and out the other. He sat in his office, his pen moving with words that he barley read in his mind. He remembered it like it was yesterday, waking up in his bed, in her dormroom, missing clothes that were scattered lovely around the dorm and something behind him. She was laying on his chest, sleeping heavily due to alcohol and he was laying on someone's chest, or against them, who was also asleep. Through the blurred hangover, he could make out Mavrick's face, he barley looked like himself, hiding under his sex-messed up hair. Helen laying against him, him laying against Mavrick, it didn't take but a good few hung-over minutes to realize what had happened. The memory made him chuckle, none of them had spoken of it, ever.

[ShadesofGrey]

Mavrick was doing something again, he had re-picked up his old habits, he was doing mirror art again, he was refusing to see any of his patients that day, not even if they were penciled in for an appointment. He was doing something for his friend Travis, it wasn't very amazing to him, he had been working on it for about three weeks now, trying to get everything just right. The last time someone had broken on of his art works he had snapped on them and halfway cut and peeled their face off, got twelve years for that one before being busted out of prison. He remembered many times now that he had woken up shit faced in college from late night parties, then he remembered other things. Nights that he stayed awake driving himself insane in Travis' arms, quivering as unrealistic images came and talked to him, giving him warnings at times driving him to the point of tears. Sitting up he wiped the drool from his face and cleaning off his mirror. He sighed, a slight cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "I need something.....I need a AMP." He sighed getting up, knowing only that he'd probably get a lot of crap from the other doctors that were on duty but in all honesty he didn't care. He hadn't seriously in all honesty gotten laid since like college. Yea, he had exposed himself to his patients many times but that was for their needs, nothing had ever happened. He was virtually alone, so what was his point in living for someone, yea he had his crushes every now and again but nothing ever happened, someone was always taking that person for themselves. Going down and getting one from the cafeteria he popped the top going by Travis' office. " 'Morning sunshine." He said as he kept going, it was a keep to yourself morning for him mainly, passing by another office he grimaced. "Wicked bitch of the west..." Mavrick couldn't help but remark.

Helen glared at him, the two had never been on good speaking terms, especially after the moment she had went through with Travis. That had been hell for everyone, she knew that she had every right to herself to still make her own remarks to him, well the both of them. She'd never forget what happen and how it all ended. Partly never forgive herself for what took place either.

[Doc]

Travis looked up as the other went by, rolling out of his office and watching the other walk down the hallway. Well since he was away from his paperwork, another cup of coffee wouldn't be a bad idea. As he was pouring himself a cup in the lounge, his pager went off singing it's annoying constant single tone, telling him that somewhere in the hospital wing of the embassy, he was needed. The tone was low, which meant he should put down what he was doing, but running down the hallway like the embassador is dying would just be unecessary. He entered one of the surgical rooms, seeing another lower doctor standing next to a table that served as a seat for the injured agent. "Alright, let me take a look." From the man's left temple, to about his cheek bone, a nice gash was painted connecting the two and his arm was swollen and purple. He grinned, showing two missing teeth in his upper set. "How's it goin doc?" He asked, as though he'd run into him at the super market one Sunday evening. "Lovely Donnie, now lets see about you." He replied, becoming a professional once more. If not anything else, he took his job serious. Dispite his moral values about working hard, his mind was still back at the university, sitting in classes, and going to parties, learning what he needed know and going through exam hell to get to where he needed to go.
There was this one party that everyone remembered quite well, and Travis couldn't help but smile when he thought about it, his patient stayed quiet, letting the man work in his own way. The university was in a small quiet town that was natorious for it's wild college parties, and even if it wasn't near any beaches or great entertainment places, it was like spring break on steroids. Mid-terms had just ended so none of the students were cramming for any last minute tests and the warm weather was just right for a week of non-stop parties, maybe a few hours of sleep in between during mid-day. Most of the adults in town left, if they were smart and others just stopped going outside. Another thing was that it was the hometown of one of his favorite screamo bands, 'This and That', which meant a week of free concerts. The main party place was a huge two story house that some of the students rented instead of staying in the dorms. It had apool in the back, and outside tiki-bar, thanks to craftsmen gifted people, and the fact that the drinking age was still down to 18, and a stage that was set up by the guys at the university. It was crazy, you did things you didn't think were possible, for a whole week you became someone else, and you met people you've sat beside in class,...you really met them. His smiled widened as he thought about it more, doing things he'd never admit to outloud, but what everyone was secretly proud of.

[ShadesofGrey]

The music was playing loudly and Mavrick had just restarted to grow his hair out, it had been cut shor on his right side to show off the multiple piercing's in his ear, with a set of liberty spikes going down the center of his head and it was long to the remaining left. He was drinking from a bottle of beer, looking around for his friend. His attire at the moment didn't say that he was going to be a doctor. Freezing for a moment he let some drunker fool swagger from in front of him. An agitated sigh left his lips, he loved this band, it was just about sundown and then something hit him as he had bumped into one of his other friends. A grin crossed his face, one that was screaming deviousness. It wasn't but maybe twelve minutes later that the two were on the roof that over hung the pool, the lead singer in the band was screaming out a few jumbled lyrics as they screamed and ran, leaping and doing a show offy move of their own they entered the pool with a large splash, they had both lost their shirts before the stunt that had received such an applause from their on watching crowd with a guitar solo that was so wonderful. Crawling out, laughing and coughing Mavrick grinned. "TRAVIS!" He yelled falling over onto his back for a moment to catch his breath. Now to finish looking for his friend. He walked around, his shoes sloshing and his baggy shorts were sticking to him when he walked. "Where'r you?!" He yelled, seeing a familiar back of a man's head, quietly he got close enough and then pounced on him......comes to find out that wasn't the right guy, but he was close enough to grab his friend around the ankle. "FOUND YA!" He said grinning and giving a shake of his wet head to reposition his hair.

[Doc]

Noone would have been able to tell that it was a med. school if they saw the parties. Travis had been in and out of the pool all day, a pair of swimming trunks and big, darkly tinted sunglasses were his only garments, God only knew what happened to the rest of his clothes come 5pm. He was painted head to toe in hena tribal tattoos and his hair was spiked, but it was too long to stand up straight, so it was jagged, spiking back, and had random streaks of red painted in, something to match his bodypaint. That was another thing he'd never admit, of course no one there would admit it either because they all had they're secrets that everyone else, including themselves seemed to forget when school started back. His paint was long dried and because of the ink, it was guarenteed to last all week. He was standing in a circle, talking to a few of his friends, all who were daring another one to jump over the bond fire, they're alcohol spilling over the rim of their cups as they laughed, and joined another group chanting 'Chugchugchug' as a couple of guys had an on-the-spot drinking contest. He found a Mavrick grabbing his ankle, and chuckled pulling him up. "Hey, been looking for ya, where the hell 'ave you been? We're about to light the first tiki statue for the week." It was a tradition, that you lit this stupid 6 feet tall tiki-man that was made out of sticks, and whatever else people felt like throwing in once the drinks were passed around, every night to signify the parties. There were tons of random traditions passed on through the generations, many of them had changed through the decades but this one had stayed for a good 25 years now. If you were sober, it was just more people catching everything, and themselves on fire, using vodka as the lighter fluid, but if you were really into the party, it was the fucking best way to start off the break.

[ShadesofGrey]

Mavrick was considering what to say. Right now he was just mainly luck that his hair wasn't too, too long to stand up. He didn't need the henna tribal tattoos he had wound up with a real on of his own. It was right about his right hip, written in a rather well done way was 'Love or Sex, in slight cursive with a devils tail pointing down to his manhood. He was sporting off his fair tan, tattoo and showing muscles, though he wasn't the kind of person to go work out, he was just naturally toned well. Receiving the help up, he leaned on Travis. "Now Im'not too sure on what'ta call ya, Travvie." He said teasingly, stealing the other's cup and taking a sip just to see what it was because asking was just no fun. He managed to get it down with a cough and a grin that said he was burning on the inside from the alcohol. "Mnn! Let's light this bitch!" He yelled as the people around screamed and the blaze went up, engulfing the tiki-man like statue or well figure that they had pulled together, music still playing in the background. "Goddamn what a sight huh Travis?" He said with sparkling eyes as he watched on as on man went screaming around partly on fire himself, chuckling a bit to himself. Leaning in onto his he rested, seeing a few people dancing around, deciding it would be for the best, dragging Travis off to go join them in their dance around the fire, making loud chanting like noises. Then it hit him, he wanted to be the first of them to jump over the bond fire with a yell of triumph and much laughter around them.

[Doc]

The night went onto into the next morning, but when the sun had risen, around ten am, Travis forced himself up, the raft in the pool which had been made into a floating bed thanks to a blanket and all the couch pillows he put on it, jiggled around, wobbling unsteadily as he tried to get up. He relized where he was in time to keep himself from falling in the pool. A quick glance around, which turned into a double-take, this time in slow motion showed the others around him. Some had passed out in lawn chairs, others were just placed upon the ground, asleep where they had fallen, some with bottles still in their hands. He saw a few people on the roof and one guy was even in the tree. The tiki man was nothing but a pile of ashes, still smoking and the town was almost silent compared to the previous night. He pushed himself onto the pool side, shaking off the nights effects and begining his search for his buddies. A few of the guys were already up, restocking for the next night, it wasn't all just partying, you had to make sure you had enough of everything, food, drinks, music, girls without bikini tops, the whole thing took a lot of preparation. A few good minded people cleaned up a little, so the place wouldn't be a toxic waste dump by the end of the week. Two of the students were fishing random items out of the pool, including Travis's bed, and one guy was wrapped in a sheet, looking for his pants. So Travis made himself useful and picked up a few things throughout his search, looking for his best friend more than anyone.

[ShadesofGrey]

Mavrick wasn't waking up, he was in someone's arms, someone with a nice voice at that. He had managed to find himself in bed with the lead singer from This and That and so far no regrets, then again he wasn't really even conscious yet. They were both outside though, their bed had been moved out by a couple of guys that had wanted a good kick in the morning though no one dared to touch their blanket mainly for the fact that it was partly contaminated. He groaned as he nuzzled into the other man's neck, trying to hid from the sunlight that was just now budging his mind to come around. A peaking through barely cracked eye lids and a soft noise that was similar to a 'Hmmm...' then when things started working like clockwork again it hit him like a sorry smack in the face. This was no regular man, then again he didn't know what he was doing with a man, hell for this one it didn't matter what he had done, this was sheerly amazing on so many new levels of awesome! He looked now in admiration, this man was screaming his tonsils out just hours ago and now he was so.....adorable, quietly sleeping away what may be a hangover......Wait, had the other man even been drunk? He questioned knowing that he, himself, had been more than likely completely and on slaughtered-ly wasted. "My.....god." He said softly, feeling now like some creepy teenage girl.

[Doc]

What people fail to realize is that rockstars are similar to regular people, no matter how you look at it. They sleep just the same and have a hard time waking up in the mornings. Cedric's ears picked up the sound and the sunlight seemed to be a little bit too strong to block out with his eyelids. He pushed a pillow into Mavrick's face, groaning and turning over, burying himself into the blankets and pillows, hiding from the sun. "Too...fuckin early..." His london accent was strong, dispite the fact that he was more than hungover and not even fully awake. He managed to sneak back to sleep, flopped out, taking up a good section of the bed, tangled in the sheets.

Travis found the bed...surprisinly, it took a little bit more time than it should have, considering the fact that it was a bed randomly placed out in the yard. He stumbled a bit, but other than that he was relativly sturdy. "Hey....Mav.....Wake up." He pulled one of the pillows off the bed and hit Mavrick with it. "Come on man, its like....fucking twelve. He didn't have the absolute clue of what time it was. "Come on..." He groaned, falling halfway on the bed himself, not wanting to get back up.

[ShadesofGrey]

Mavrick huffed as he had been hit in the face by the pillow, following closely under the covers, oh that accent gave him chills, remembering his name being sang out in that accent at one point in the early morning. Hugging back around his waist and snuggling into his chest, taking in that sent. Mmm, he felt content, and still naked but that didn't bother him enough to care, he was a proud man.

There was another noise that wa growing from the distance as it re-rattled his brain to trigger back up. "Fuckin' no way in bloody hell man." He didn't have an accent, he didn't try to have one, that didn't mean that he didn't like some of the words that they used. Pulling down on Travis he murmured something and closed his eyes again, reclaiming the pillow that he had been hit with yet again to block out the sun.

[Doc]

Travis snapped out of his memories, his beeper bringing him back down to earth. He looked on, taking his place back being a professional. A guy needed stitches for his arm, nothing too hard, but not something you wanted to be mentally away from while doing. When he returned to his office, he put a note on the guys file about sending him on certain missions...then he couldn't help but pull out his photo album, a big message written on the front said "Rockin ass college buds" He and Mavrick were shit-faced when they put it together. He smiled, looking through the photo's, remembering the times that went with them.

[ShadesofGrey]

Mavrick was being bored, listening to someone talk on and on about what he felt was not worthy of his time, remembering why he never took walk-ins. Doodling on the sheet of information that was to be pretaining to the person's 'problems'. Sighing he made a face and decided he was going to rush this fella along. Shooing him out of the office he put everything up. Sending Travis a text telling him to get ready, they were going to have an early lunch and that it would be his treat. He got over to his normal clothes and dressed in a nice shirt, nothing wonderful though, Mavrick strickly believed that you should always be comfortable, a pair of jeans a belt and a black sued coat. Going down to retrive he friend he peer over his shoulder to see what he had been doing. "Oh god, that thing?" He asked with a grin and a chuckle before sitting in the other's lap and taking the photoalbum from him.