Like The Old Days [prp'billy]

[Anastasia]

( hahajdsg please ignore the suck that this thread is going to consist of. rustttyyy .. also this is probably going to be mature but??? we're all mature people here. )

She very, very much disliked this girl.

This preppy, super skinny girl that had such a shitty grade average that is has come to the point where Ana didn't understand how she was still attending this college. All this girl did was party, sleep and probably pass off as a poorly graded whore. Needless to say Ana did not enjoy having to share a dorm which such a cliche barbie doll, and she avoided being there as much as possible.

But, perhaps she was being too harsh. It was possible she wasn't nearly as bad as Ana made her out to be-- but regardless to everything, Ana stood beside her outside of a shabby little house on the south side of Boston. Still struggling with what could have possibly possessed her to attend this party, deep amber eyes watched as her roommate bounced into the house. A frat party.

There better had been the promised alcohol, clearly the only real reason for her to be attending. The man at the door who had been allowing others in stared her down, waiting for her to advance closer. Ana only retaliated with a sharp glare as she walked into the house, making a face at the stench and the overwhelming amounts of people who crowded the front area. She had a mission, and that mission was to get to the kitchen.

Pushing passed people, she started to fight her way through. Hey, who knows-- maybe she'll make a friend here. It could turn out to be not so bad of a night, right? Making friends with something other their a beer bottle neck could be tricky, though. Everyone here had their own definition of "friend". Anastasia couldn't help think in the back of her mind if she was going to hear about her roommate ending up on the street at 1am. Snickering to herself at the thought.

Wouldn't that be great?

[Billy]

Billy is much too young to prefer the stench of a perfectly graded paper, the ''A'' written in sharpie wafting off the paper like chitlins on the stove, to anything. She's got much more of a mind to gravitate towards the burn of alcohol and free food. Be it Beau is off somewhere being ''responsible'' Billy is off somewhere being the polar opposite.

So a frat party isnt exactly too far away from her radar. Hanging out at the grocery store recently (she wad admittedly a little hesitant to leave Boston. Beau had caught concern on the matter but she'd convinced him it was just she'd never seen a city before.) She'd been privy to certain information off the grape vine. Or maybe i'd been a dazzling smile and battering eyelashes that'd gotten her the invitation to the college boy party.

Not that she was interested in any of them. She was their age, maybe even younger. But as swindler as she may be, trickier than a politician she was not and would never be disloyal.

But still she'd arrived in style. Black leggings ,a band shirt, jean jacket and some fashionable boots. It may not have been exactly the urban set of fashion but it fit her well enough that by the time it was a hour in she'd been named the keg Queen and hoisted around by five boys until she'd had to go to the bathroom (and told them no, you cant follow me in here)

Billy, has never thought of college in her options but man is this nice.

Um.. besides the fact she's at a frat party.. and her period just started..

"Hey, ppppssttt." She wiggles at the door, motioning to a girl who's passing by which just happens to be Ana. "Come ere, I need another girl to break up this sausage fest.''

And more importantly she needed a tampon.

[Anastasia]

Ana was rather lost in her thoughts, especially being in such determination to get through this crowd. The voice in her own head was clearly much better then the mindless babble that was filling up the room. Sex talk, drunk talk. Ugh. It was pretty pathetic, but admittedly could be amusing to listen to at the least. Ana figured she needed a new plan of attack, sticking closer to the walls rather then fighting through what seemed like a mosh pit of horny drunk zombies. Smirk.

"Hey, ppppssttt. Come ere, I need another girl to break up this sausage fest.''

Head instantly turned to the voice that somehow caught her attention throughout the whole crowd. A little boggled at first how she decided to listen to that voice out of the many that flooded the room. Amber eyes only got a quick glance at the girl, hesitant at first. But what the fuck, you only live once. Elbowing a dude in the side she almost laughed at the unholy noise that screeched out of his mouth as she side stepped toward the bathroom door, taking the handle and pulling herself into the small room.

"Jesus," she laughed out, still being highly amused with dude she stabbed in the side. "Talk about some crazy shit going on around here. It's sort of pathetic," not even thinking before muttering out. Lifting up a hand she brushed her red hair out of her eyes and stared at the girl in front of her.

She looked somewhat familiar, but Ana didn't really think twice about it at first. "Wanna tell me why you're chillin' in the bathroom?" eyes flickered around the room, "C'mon you don't even have anything to drink in here." snicker, moving her body to sit up on top of the counter top. Clearly Ana had reason to believe that she wasn't actually in here to do anything business related. This girl seemed somewhat decent, she didn't come off as being a stupid ditzy whore who just wanted dicks in her pants. Hah. Her attire was a lot more unique then that.

"Hah, you kind of remind me of someone, you at least look a lot classier then some of the other barbie dolls outside." Ana could probably say the same for herself. Wearing a dark brown cropped jacket, dark skinnies and an old pair of knee high black suede boots. Wasn't the best, but she considered it better then high school short skirts, busty tops and tiny little flats. Eh.

[Billy]

Of course out of the entire crowd of sluts and dim-wits, Billy had to be the one to choose the biggest bitch of them all: one who thought she was better than everyone else here. Just her luck.

But either way Ana isnt totally unwanted as she shoves through the crowd and slips into the room. Billy hadnt quite anticipated the girl to just go along with it and she's got her jeans half down to her ankles when the stranger burst in. She hardly hears her first statement she's stumbling too hard and trying to catch her footing from a nasty and dishonorable head bash into the sink. That would be great wouldnt it, to be passed out with your pants down at a frat party? But either way she's not entirely successful. Instead she takes a healthier detour and fall ass first into the bath-tub.

And if isnt already painfully obvious someone is on their period in this room (though who it is, is no longer indistinguishable at the moment). There's a gross smear of blood down the side of the tub where she'd sunk into.

"God dammit, that's foul."

"Wanna tell me why you're chillin' in the bathroom?""Hah, you kind of remind me of someone, you at least look a lot classier then some of the other barbie dolls outside."


"I was takin' a shit, but you know, I got this problem." Billy blankly notions down as if Ana probably hadnt already seen or smelled it. "So i'd be mighty glad if you had a tampon. If not can you do me a huge favor and find someone who -- wait what's your name??"


Because being recognized has never been a good thing for her. It meant a night in jail.

[Anastasia]

This is the potential that Ana did consider herself better then everyone else here. It wasn't like her to generally think that, but there isn't much standards at a party like this. But hey, free alcohol. Something that she was a little short on money for affording at the moment, so what the hell.

"God dammit, that's foul."

Despite coming off as a little rude, Ana had a general look of concern towards the blonde, taking a moment to actually examine what was going on. Oh, shit. She actually had a problem. Well, that wasn't something she was expecting. Dropping her smirk she sensed the frustration and really let the situation sink in.

"I was takin' a shit, but you know, I got this problem." "So it'd be mighty glad if you had a tampon. If not can you do me a huge favor and find someone who -- wait what's your name??"

Unable to hold off a smirk, she gracefully slid off the counter top and stood in front of her, looking at the ungraceful mess that this poor girl was causing in the bathroom. Head tilt with a bit of a frown, "Uhm? Nope, sorry? But uh.." she quickly turned and squatted down, opening up the doors under the sink and rummaging through this strangers stuff. "I don't suppose you checked under here- but hey I don't blame you." she said with a simple shrug. She isn't one to look through people's shit but- hey. This poor girl looked like she could really use some help.

"Huh? Oh- Ana." she said quickly, making a bit of a triumphant noise and pulling out a small box, looking at them. Shitty grade, but better then nothing. Without really thinking (or instantly remembering she was sitting in the bathtub) tosses the box at her and hopefully didn't hit her in the head. If she didn't, well.. she had good intentions, anyways. She'd offer an apologetic look if that was the case.

[Billy]

"Uhm? Nope, sorry? But uh.." "I don't suppose you checked under here- but hey I don't blame you."

Billy's quick to jump to her defense.

"Of course. But it's a frat party I didnt expect t' really find anythin' down there but a bunch of ol nasty used rubbers."

Because the odds of a house full of men possessing one tampon was like finding a needle in a haystack. But hey, maybe Ana had always been good at ''At spy'' and ''Where's Waldo''. Billy had always been the type of belle to get bored and turn her attention to other things. Some had patience and others lacked it.

Ana nonetheless finds what she's looking for and nonchalant says: "Huh? Oh- Ana." Right before unceremoniously tossing the carton at Billy who's about as coordinated as a brick is sneaking through a window.

She's rewarded with a loud sound as the box hits her almost directly in the nose. The hit may not be hard enough to bloody it but the blonde makes no other notion to pretend like it didnt hurt.

A temper she'd never possessed until her first moon rises like heat. Billy may be scrounged over the tub but it's werewolf reflexes and the wolve's hot streak that has her hurtling a punch Ana's way right in her own nose.

Well, she couldnt blame it all on the wolf. She'd always been a cut throat.

"Well Ana." She says. With the girl's name said in complete and utter mock. A sneer on her face. "I'm Billy. And if you don't stop luggin stuff at me and gettin' on my nerves Im going break your fuckin' kneecaps you got that? Fuck."

And with narrowed eyes she leans closer. Takes a instinctual breath and probably inconspicuous sniff. It's her wolf sizing the human up no doubt, but it's also got a air of familiarity about it. Like they'd done this before.

"Thanks for the tampon. I guess."She settles. Huffs. And says entirely too sweetly and close a moment later. "Sorry bout that nose. Knocked that crooked thang back straight didnt I?"

[Anastasia]

Wincing a little to see the box hit the poor girl's face, she had a look of honest apologetic feelings. However, that didn't seem to mean jack shit to the blonde because next thing to she knew she had her up out of the tub in some kind of miraculously fast manner- and her fist was up. Before the girl really had a chance to do much of anything, she was greeted with the blonde's knuckles right against her nose.

There was a small crack then following an rather unholy and unladylike noise in recoil. She could feel her nose throbbing and the blood started to well down against her lips, eyes staring rather coldly at the girl in front of her. Once she had removed her own fist, Ana's hand was pulled up to her nose in attempt to not get blood all over the place. But fuck, Billy had already done a fantastic job doing that.

"Well Ana. I'm Billy. And if you don't stop luggin stuff at me and gettin' on my nerves Im going break your fuckin' kneecaps you got that? Fuck."

Wow, two pissed off ladies in a tiny bathroom. This could not end well. She stared into Billy's eyes and felt as though there was something serious going on here. The familiarity of it hit her even harder then Billy's fist. But the idea that she'd punch a girl was both helping and hindering her remembering thoughts of her. Could this really be the same person? Maybe things got a lot harder on her after she was pulled away those many years ago. Anything was possible.

"Jesus fuck-" she hissed in both pain and anger. "Since when did accidentally getting hit in the face with a tampon box deserve a fucking punch to the nose," her voice was coming from the depths of her chest, attempting to hold back a bit less of the rage that was just inflicted onto her. "Wow, for a second you seemed like a pretty chilled person, maybe even someone I used to know but holy-" rambling some, not even caring at this point. She was a bit too ticked off and distracted by her nose to really think about what she was saying. Her hand lowered down to look at the accumulative pool of blood that as in her palm and now running down her wrist.

"Thanks for the tampon. I guess. Sorry bout that nose. Knocked that crooked thang back straight didnt I?"

Ana could not for the life of her understand how this girl could go between complete rage and then settling to something that sounding some way's sincere. If Ana could twitch her nose in disgust she would, but the throbbing pain and gushing blood would just make for something quite a bit uglier then it already was. "Jesus, you're not fucking welcome anymore. Is this how you always thank people who try to help you?" her words sounded harsh but her voice was a little more submissive, not trying to get herself punched again but she had a pretty good reason to be pissed off. I mean, who wouldn't be a little pissed off for helping someone then getting rewarded with a damn punch to the face?

Now that they had settled for a moment she stared her straight in the eyes again. "Where the hell are you from, anyways?" maybe a bit of an awkward question, but she needed to know whether or not this girl was who she thought she was. And if so, she was ready to give her the punch right back in the face. Nothing like a good reuniting with an old best friend then to give each other bloodied noses.