After the fight with Sim had broken up Leland took some time to cool down on the porch with his twelve pack. He hadn't quite finished it, but had gotten through ten of them before stumbling back into the house. He bumped into things and people on his way through. "S'cuse me," he mumbled. "Hot girl at ten o'clock needs tending to."

Finally he made his way to Sylvia, easily one of the hottest girls in the school, and gave her a cheeky grin. "Hello well there. I must tell you," he grinned. "I am not wearing the same outfit as that nerd-o little Tater-tot and you have the finest ass in three states," he leaned in closer. "Wanna show off that nice rack?"

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Sylvia thought she could hear some mumbling over her shoulder and turned. Oh, it was just Leland. And he smelt wasted, let alone looked it. "Hello Leland. Are you speaking English?" she said deadpan, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't even know what a 'nerdo' is" she sighed, taking one of his beers and cracking it open.

"Did you know you're covered in blood?"

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"Aww baby, why you gotta be so cruel?" he pouted. "How you supposed to show of them nice titties if you're coverin' 'em up?" he slurred. He was beyond smashed and would normally have offered her a beer or not sounded like an asshole entirely.

He looked down. "Yeah, I know. Got into a fight with Simon," he gave her a toothy grin. "He's in love with a nerdo," he laughed, almost loosing his balance.

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Sylvia remained unimpressed and took a swig of beer, wiping the froth off her lips afterwards. A fight with Sim. Well that wasn't hard to believe. "What is it with you jocks and beating the shit out of each other? It's totally homoerotic" she pointed out with a sly smile.

Sylv only watched as he nearly toppled, with a raised eyebrow and a pretty amused expression. "Nerdlings need love too, Le."

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"We just gottalota adrenaline," he said waving it off. "We got alotta that and we just gotta punch something sometimes and then we get it outta our systems and we're fine for another few days man," he explained easily. "Aint nothin' erotic about it! None of that grab ass shit!"

"That's beautiful Sylv," he said leaning against a wall. "Charit-chara-charitable heart you have there," he winked.

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"All you fuckin' do is grab ass other dudes!" Sylvia teased him. Even if he was a total douche when he was drunk, Sylvia still kind of liked sober Leland. Except that whole kid thing, that was weird. "You should just come out to the world, get rid of some of that repressed homosexuality aggression" she sighed.

"I'm a fuckin' saint, don't let no one tell you different" she agreed.

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Leland grinned, probably a scary thing to behold considering all the blood. "Would bein' gay get me a better shot at gettin' laid by a fine lady like yourself?" If he were sober, he would realize how little sense his statement made but at the moment, he was the coolest dude at the party. "Come sit with me, I'mma fell-fall I'mma fall over."

"You are a saint. 'Cept you aint all mangled and shit like most saints, they get the short end of the stick man."

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"I aint sitting with you" Sylvia warned Leland, but she did take his arm with a heavy sigh. "Let's get you cleaned up, at least wash that blood off your face, you look like a fuckin' serial killer" she said, dragging him into the nearest bathroom and running a towel under some warm water. "Girls don't fuck gay dudes either, Le" she reminded him with a twitch os a smile.

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Le let Sylvia drag him to the bathroom where he leaned against the sink. He hadn't been this drunk in a long, long time. "You takin' care 'a me Sylv?" he asked, his eyes big. "This gonna hurt in the morning," he said pointing at his face.

"Well shit, good thing I aint gay," he laughed, leaning heavier against the sink.

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"Yeah, I'm fuckin' taking care of you" Sylvia grumbled, dabbing at his nose with the towel and a scowl. "Of course it'll hurt more, especially when you realise what a dumb bastard y'are" she joked.

Sylvia laughed. "I don't know about that. I can see you being the bottom" she teased him.

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He winced as she dabbed his nose. It was probably broken. "Thanks Sylv, you the sweetest hot chick on the school face, face of the school planet," he would have patted her back but he was conscious enough to realize what a bad idea that was. He didn't want to get blood on her. "I already know I'm a dumb bastard, I'm a fuckin' mess," he wiped his hands against his jeans, they were already sticky with blood.

"If I were a bottom I'd be a power bottom," he grumbled.

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