RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Maybe that might be a plan, it would change a bad tradition wouldn't it?"

It is true, for the past ten years the leaders of blocks have only being in numbers of one. And it hasn't really worked, nearly every one of them has had a nervous breakdown at some point. Maybe a team leadership is the way forward.

"Maybe I could ask Brian, and maybe Matt to help him out or something. Or Tony," I am really just thinking out-loud now.

I sigh before putting my heads back into my hands, like I was before.

"God, everything is so confusing now."

"Exactly. It wouldn't hurt to try it, would it?" I offer.

I wrap an arm around his back, "Things are in a pretty crazy place for everyone at the moment. You're entitled to be freaking out a bit. It's how adults deal with problems."

I hold up the bottle, "Well and with this too."

I look up at the bottle in his hand and notice that there is only a very small drop left in the bottom.

I shrug before taking the bottle from his hands ands finishing up the last drop, which seems to be a little more than I thought it was. I widen my eyes before blinking away the slight tears and coughing.

What? I'm stressed, so sue me.

"You wanna go and find another one of these?" I say as I wave the bottle at him.

"You're thinking my language. Speaking my thoughts... something like that. More whiskey sounds great. I've got some hidden away in my room if you'd like to join me for a good few drinkies." I say, "And that wasn't meant to sound as lecherous as it probably did."

I get up from the bench, suddenly feeling the effects of the whiskey more than I was beforehand. I'm a little wobbly on my feet but not too much so that I'll fall, just enough to make myself obvious.

"You up for it?"

"Duh, kinda suggested it here," I say with a laugh before standing to my feet myself.

I'm a little wobbly on my feet, but not so much that it's going to take me about half an hour to get to Corey's room. I follow him out of the changing rooms, glad to be finally out of the smell, even though I did soon get used to it.

"Y'know, in any other school you'd get locked up for this. Taking a student back to your room for a drink," I laugh, "But I'm sure Brody has done this before. Lord knows she's fucked students in her room before."

OK, I think the whiskey is starting to get my lose tongue now. I can't go back to Brian tonight now.

"Oh yeah. Y'know, I think she turns most of the students gay. She gets drunk, they get violated. I become a little more afraid of the pussy everytime she gets anywhere near me."

I lead the way through to the teachers quarters of the school. Most of the kids reckon we've got better accomadation than they have when truthfully, we've probably got the worst rooms in the school. It's constantly cold, you're sleeping under a million blankets even in the middle of summer. The only upside is the fact we don't have to share with anyone. Makes little indiscretions a lot easier.

"Lady Shaddix, this is my fine castle." I announce, pushing my door open.

I laugh as he pushes the door open for me, I step in, fanning my face slightly as if I am some Princess he's let into his quarters.

I couldn't say that I hadn't being on one of the teachers rooms before, I had being in Mr Way's room when he was still an Art Teacher here. That was an experience of flashing that I would rather forget. I think he is the only teacher to have being fired from the school for something indecent. Well, I was horrified anyways.

"You're not about to whip something out for me that doesn't involve a bottle and some intoxicating substance, are you?" I say as I make my way into the room a little further.

I take a seat on the desk chair, swivelling around a little as Corey gets back into the swing of his room again.

"You wish." I say, winking exagerratedly at him.

I kneel down by my bed and pull out my little case of heaven. Also known as the box where I keep my stash of slightly illegal substances... and alcohol. I grab a small bag of weed and fling it at Coby then pull out another bottle of cheap whiskey. I don't bother with the expensive bottles anymore, it's normally gone within a day or so. I was getting very out of pocket.

I wave it at my guest, "Ta-daaaa!"

I grab the baggie, eyeing it up with a broad smile. I haven't had a good joint in ages. I look around the table for a lighter and the paper, not finding anything of any use to me.

"Light?... Skins?..." I ask as I look around the table more.

I have somewhat forgot about the alcohol now and just want me a joint now.

[[Idea in mind!!!]]

"Hang on. Give me chance to get up first." I snort a little at the dirty connotations in that, "I'm an old man, it's not as easy for me as it is for you young folk."

I get up off the floor and walk over to my drawers, pulling out my favourite Zippo - I stole it from Dave Mustaine, I'm a terrible person. I grab the near empty packet of Rizla papers as well. I've got to stop giving them to kids in exchange for oral.

"There we go." I pass the items to Coby, "That's really strong stuff by the way. Sullivan got it from some guy in Amsterdam over Christmas."

"Good," is all that passes my lips before I'm busy rolling my own joint.

This probably looks really bad and desperate right now. But I am seriously stressed right now. I mean, if someone was to try and get rid of the tension in my neck, they would probably break their fingers trying.

I bring my neatly rolled joint up to my lips before lighting it, taking a small puff at first. I may be desperate, but I'm not fucking stupid.

I watch him intently as his hands move at abnormal speeds, rolling up the joint. I'm impressed and a little bit afraid right now. I'd never realized how under pressure he was.

"And apparently if you keep seeing pigeons stripping, that's a perfectly normal side effect."

I take the toke from him and take a hit myself, not really pacing myself. The rubbery, burning sensation at the back of my throat causes me to cough and hack quite violently, "Fuckin' hell."

I watch Corey as I feel my pupils physically enlarge from the strength of the drug. I smirk down at him.

"Not used to Sullivan's exports then? Obviously you have not eaten the brownies from the cafeteria then," I laugh before taking the joint back from him.

I take a bigger puff this time, letting the smoke just pile out of my mouth with a groan.

"Man, that feels so good," I say as I close my eyes and slide a little in the chair I'm sitting in.

"The brownies are a totally different matter. They're covered in chocolatey goodness." I say, rubbing my throat as I finish my tiny little coughing spurt, "Besides, I'm sure you were there during that lesson when I accidentally ended up completely baked... I tried to have sex with my desk."

That was a fun afternoon. Would have been so much better if it hadn't been one of those rare days when a Government inspector came to see how we were all getting along.

"Oooh, aren't we lucky that he was one of the crocked ones that just needed some underages kink sex in the toilets to win him over," I laugh, remembering the day myself.

I still continue to smoke the joint myself as Corey tries to recover from the joint. It doesn't seem to be effecting me in the same way. But I was always one of the ones that could take about three joints and be completely normal but then I'd go all of a sudden and be standing on my head, singing along to the Pussy Cat Dolls in a British accent, [yes, I do have really strange trips.]

"This is mighty good stuff though," I say before taking a much bigger puff from the slowly shrinking white tube.

"Oh yeah. I give it an hour and I'll be trying to stop the devil from pulling my heart out through my kneecaps."

I look over the joint as it's passed back to me, "So you got any plans for when you leave here? I mean, aside from partying so hard, you wake up in a pool of cold twink cum without any idea what the fuck happened wondering why your mom is billing you for a new pair of curtains."

"I would, if my mum was here, or even talking to me," I laugh somewhat hysterically like some kind of hyena before looking back at him.

"I was thinking of curling up with a bottle of the brown liquooooooooooor that you have over there," I point dramatically at the bottle he's got next to him.

I make a grabbing motion with my hand for him to pass the bottle to me.

"Oi, Coby need alce-hoooooooool!"

"Ahhh, another homophobic mom. You've got to wonder why they're so concerned about where we stick it. It's kinda creepy if you think about it."

I hand him the whiskey, "An-and remember, I need some of that too. What kind of teacher would I be if I didn't get as shitfaced as you?"

There's some kind of twisted logic in there. If I let Coby get drunk alone then it could be the start of a descent into alcoholism. And I can't let that happen. Oh no no.

"Get your own bottle oooooole, ache-hooool!" I say with a laugh before quickly twisting off the bottle of the whiskey and taking some of the liquid into my mouth.

"Ooooooooh that is SPICY!" I say with a shimmy and a shudder runs through me due to the strength of the alcohol.

"Mmmm, shit-faced here I come," I say to myself before taking another swig from the bottle.

I pass the bottle back to Corey, feeling a little more uncoordinated now as I reach out for the joint.

"You are a weird kid." I say, as I grab the bottle, "This isn't spiiiiiiicyyyyy."

I'm definitely getting to the point of very drunk now, very, very quickly. Then again, I haven't eaten anything in days. The cafeteria staff insist they're too distraught to work and I burn water. I take a long swig from the bottle in my hands and swallow it down way too quickly.

"OH. MY. GUCKING. FOD! Coby, it is spicy! What have you done to my precious baby?" I ask, cradling the whiskey against my chest.

"I christened it, took it's virginity! I am a baaaaaaad man!" I growl before taking a long toke from the joint.

"Woooooooooah, holy shit," I say before falling off the chair onto the floor, giggling to myself as I land with my head on Corey's lap.

"Man, I need some SEX!"

"Don't tempt me, Shaddix." I say, wrapping my mouth around the neck of the bottle, leaving it there for a little longer than I should have, "I'm a pervert, I'd fuck you in an instant whether you agreed or not."

I push his head from my thighs, "And I wouldn't put your head there either if I were you, unless you want a cock through your ears... aw man, wouldn't that be a fucking cool death?"

"Impaled by a cock? and not in a good way? An interesting death," I say before taking the joint back to my lips again.

I sit up and finish up the joint.

"I really do need some sex, I'm getting a fucking boner here for no reason," I say with a laugh, I stand to my feet with some difficulty.

"I think I might just go and persuade Brian to give up that sweet ass of his," I laugh before taking the bottle from Corey's hand and taking a long swig for courage.

"Wishmeluck!"

"For no reason! You know it was due to the presence of your sexy ass music/sex ed teacher." I say, glaring, "Bastard."

I cross my arms and watch as the bubbles rise up the bottle while he drinks. I pity Brian tonight. Whiskey and pot breathe all over him, giggling, possible hallucinations. It's not going to be fun for anyone.

"BAD LUCK!" I yell at Coby, my tongue stuck out.

I stick my tongue out at him before making my way towards the door.

"I hope you don't get laid tonight Corey, you don't deserve some nice cock tonight," I say before opening the door, "Go find Brody!"

I laugh before closing the door behind me.

I am now grinning manically as I walk down the hallway, keeping my hand on the wall next to me so I don't fall over as I almost walk sideways towards my room.

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