Nice guys finish last~ [Dan!]

[DELILAH PUNZEL iPod fail]

Delilah really was enjoying this whole "no roommate" thing. For one, she didn't have to worry about someone messing up the living space and them cleanng after said person. And secondly, they had left their xbox, along with a particualary violent game, Grand Theft Auto.

Delilah thought it was the best game in existence.

Laying on her stomach, Delilah was chilling on her bed (now a lot bigger since she had pushed the other twin sized mattress next to hers), a large bowl of popcorn and a half empty box of juice pouches beside her. Rapunzel was sitting next to Delilah's head, brushing the girl's hair and gazing at the tv. Currently, Delilah was on a high speed chase from the cops, shooting random people on the sidewalks. The chase had started when Delilah had parked the car so that she could respond to everyone on the online chat. When she turned back to the screen, Delilah noticed some ugly streetwalker getting into the passenger seat. Apaled, Delilah got out of the car and shot it, hooker and all, with a rocket launcher. She'd shot the police officer who started to run towards her, then stole a car and he chase began.

Clearly Delilah had some deeply supressed anger problems or something.

Pausing the game, Delilah went back to the chat. Apparently, her friend Dan could be coming over later that night. Shrugging, Delilah logged out and shut her laptop. If did come over, that'd be cool (as long as he didn't try and drink all of her wild cherry Capri-Suns), but she would be ok if he didn't. They were just friends, after all. Delilah got off her bed, and did a quick sweep of her room. No bras laying across the floor, check. No trash anywhere, check. Maxwell Smart, her kitten, was sleeping in his bed. Satisfied that her room was clean, Delilah went to crack open her door. If Dan wanted over, he could come in. "Rapunzel, it'd probably be a good idea if you went back up here." Delilah poked her head and the princess vanished. Delilah didn't feel like explaining that she personified a fairy tale character. Who knew what levels of insanity that sounded like.

Returning to her bed, Delilah resumed her playing of xbox. She just hoped that if Dan did come over, he would be etertaining, because GTA was beginning to lose it's flair.

[DAN OWENS]

Technically, this probably wasn't allowed. It certainly went against every single variation of the Bro Code Dan had ever encountered, not to mention almost all the unspoken rules and regulations of modern society that weren't gender specific. But that Blake dude, whoever he was, was no Bro of his. Hell, he'd never even seen a picture of the guy before; for all Dan knew, he could be a figment of Delilah's imagination.

It was with that semi-comforting, highly wistful thought that Dan closed his laptop with a click and a sigh, rubbing the palms of his hands against his eyelids. At least he wasn't drunk. That had to count for something, right? If he was planning on showing up, single, at some apparently taken friend of his' house, then at least he was going to do it sober. Or...relatively so. But then, there wasn't really anything else he could do about the two beers already in his system, was there? Besides, it wasn't like he could feel it. Not with all the drinking he and Scottie did on a regular basis.

He was out the door in less than five minutes, needing to do no more than grab two bottles of Budweiser and the keys on the way out. Shit, it was colder out than he'd thought...not that he went back for a jacket; that would have required digging through one of the twelve mounds of clothes lying about his place, and in all honesty, he'd rather freeze ten times over than find out what the hell was at the bottom of those.

When he arrived at Delilah's door, Dan was slightly surprised to find it propped open. What if...No. She wouldn't do that. Let Blake in right before he was supposed to come over. That would be borderline bitchy, and if there was one thing Dan knew Del wasn't, it was a bitch. He rapped lightly on the wood before squeaking it open, peeking his head around the door to be sure it was safe before entering. It was. He licked his lips, smiling as he hoisted the beers in the air. "I hope you're not into that 'Lite' crap," he joked. Just about to make a comment about how utterly neat the room was, he paused, the music coming from the television distracting him. Clearly puzzled, Dan glanced at the screen, then Delilah, then the screen again, before finally shaking his head as it to clear the strangeness of it all away. "Is that--are you playing Grand Theft Auto?" he wasn't sure whether to laugh or ask what the hell had happened to the girl he was supposed to be hanging out with.

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Cheating was something Delilah was a tad bit unfamilair with. Sure, she had heard the teachers' lectures on the honor code and cheating on tests. It was the relationship varity that Delilah lacked knowledge in. All she knew that Dan being over to her (roommate free) dorm just couldn't be cheating. They were just friends, it wasn't like they were going to do anything. Well, of the sexual persuasion. Delilah was infactuated with her boyfriend, Blake. She would never do something with another guy.

While sober.

Pushing that frightening thought out of her head, Delilah glanced up at Dan and paused her game. He brought beer...typically, if Delilah drank (which in all honesty had happened only twice), she didn't drink beer. It seemed like a masculine drink to her, and Delilah preferred things pink and flowery. Then again, Delilah was having an off-night. To her, it was slightly scary. To most college students, it was just a typical party night. "Well, my senior knows best, right? And if I'm going to drink beer, I might as well so it right." Delilah patted the spot beside her, moving the box of Capri-Suns to the floor. Delilah repositioned her body so that she was sitting crisscross and glanced down to make sure her shirt was still covering her boobs and stomach.

Chuckling over Dan's reaction to her game of choice, Delilah shut her xbox off. She wasn't surprised at Dan's reaction; honestly, if she was him, she would be a bit shocked, too. Delilah, all rainbows and butterflies, shooting people up on GTA. "Well, I was playing GTA, but not anymore." Delilah smirked. "Why, does that surprise you?"

[DAN OWENS]

"Damn right I do," Dan grinned as he stepped further inside the door, a lot more pleased than he'd thought he'd be to find them the room's only occupants. He closed the door by backing up against it, beers still in hand, it having never occured to him that it was quite possible to hold both bottles in one hand and shut the door with the other. Hopefully she didn't mind having it shut.

He settled in fairly quickly. Popping open one of the bottles with a skill only the most experienced drinker could really manage, Dan passed the blonde her very own bottle of ice-cold Budweiser before opening his own as he took the indicated seat on her bed. "Nice of you to make room," he teased lightly with a glance down at the recently-discarded Capri Sun box. A small wink and he stage whispered, "Trust me, these are better," before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a rather large swig.

Oh, so she was a in smart ass-y sort of mood tonight, was she? Dan smirked as she turned off the console, his eyes doing their best not to flicker towards her chest as she obviously glanced that way herself. They weren't dating. He wanted nothing to do with those Freshmen, barely-there boobs, anyway. They were downright pathetic. Not that he'd ever looked.

"I don't think 'surprise' quite cuts it," he admitted, although the look on his face said something a bit different as well. "I mean, I have to admit--I didn't think you had it in you, a stomach for games like that," he grinned, offering his beer up for her to clink in a makeshift cheer.