Post by Austin Callahan on Aug 19, 2013 11:02:12 GMT -6
The early morning was fast closing in, as the Slytherin boy inspected the appearance of his new surroundings. Truthfully, despite the vast amount that the male had ingested in the last few hours, whilst enjoying the company of various others at the bustling party, he wasn't as drunk as he'd predicted he would be at this point. Now, there was little doubt that he was indeed very drunk, but seeing as he still felt as excitable and lively as towards the beginning of the night, he found himself surprised at his liver's tolerance. While nearly every other student had drifted off to sling themselves roughly into their beds, tired from the night's former activities, he was seeking further entertainment, evidently disappointed by their lack of youth to cope with large amounts of alcohol or dancing. Early nights weren't a thing for Austin Callahan - he didn't understand the concept. Feeling just as jovial as the early hours of the night, he was eager to satisfy his urge for further bodily pleasures.
It wasn't long before he found himself carelessly inspecting the furniture around him, throwing things behind him, as he searched through the cupboards with some interest. Finally, it appeared he grew bored with this pursuit and turned to the object he'd been concealing beneath his jacket as he'd stalked from the room, with a huge smirk etched into his features. Setting it upon a small wooden table, he took the seat nearest, settling himself comfortably, folding one leg over the other as he recklessly pushed away from the table, leaning dangerously back on the haunches of the chair. Again, his interest in this activity wavered sharply, causing him to search for another source of satisfaction.
Walking casually through the hallways, as though there was nothing odd or wrong about a student pacing the castle's corridors at strange hours in the morning, he showed nothing of concern or fear upon his face. Drawing nearer to several doors, one caught his interest, curious about its contents, or lack of. Smirking confidently, he grabbed the handle of the door, pushing it aside, before closing it behind him. Not a room built for ease of movement, definitely. Yet comfortable. Retrieving the same bottle as before, he enjoyed several minutes of peaceful drinking, before a sudden dull sound caught his attention and spiked his interest.