So I was hung over and somehow ended up here [TANYA]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a deep yawn as he took steady steps across the beach. He had just woken up from his sandy hole and talked to this James kid, but now he had to make his way back to the dorm. He held his bag close to his chest, going trough it a few times to make sure he did indeed have all his clothes with him, along with everything else that was important like pokeballs. He then sat down onto a nearby bench, reaching to the bag as he begun to wiggle his shirt on, grunting all the while. At the very least nobody he knew was nearby.

[Tanya Christianson]

Living close to Wave Dorm, Tanya took ample opportunity to hang out at the beach. It was one of the unsung reasons why she enjoyed being a Wave Dormer so much. Alongside the fact that their dorm had some of the most relaxing scenery and a beautiful interior, she was surprised more people didn't go to her dorm. In any case though, Tanya came out in her bikini, carrying all her essentials in her bag.

Once she reached the beach, Tanya promptly spotted a familiar body shape that was seemingly finding it hard to put on a shirt. Once she got closer, she realized that it was Oleg. He looked kinda crap. Knowing that something was up, Tanya walked over next to him.

"You ok dude?" Tanya asked, looking slightly concerned.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Crap. Crap. Crap, abort. Oleg continued fumbling with his shirt as he heard Tanya, finally managing to pop it on as he looked at her, forcing a small smirk onto his face. "Nuffin's wrong. Just passing by, had a nap at the beach." And it was perfectly clear everything wasn't right. His voice was a bit groggy, his hair was a mess, and from the looks of it he had slept for a long while, along with the fact that he smelled a bit.

Oleg stroked the back of his neck for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he yawned. Dammit, dammit, dammit, don't show anything hinting you are tired. And then his head got a especially hard knock on it, causing him to let out a groan and rub his forehead for a moment.

[Tanya Christianson]

"Do you really think I'm that dumb?" Tanya responded cynically, rolling her eyes as she noticed how disgusting Oleg looked. Judging by the smell as well, which was far from pleasant, she came to the conclusion that Oleg was hungover. Having friends who suffered from similar issues when hungover helped when it came to identifying Oleg.

"I didn't know you drank alcohol. You know that stuff ain't good for you, right?" Tanya chided, wagging a finger at Oleg. She never understood why people were so into drinking alcohol when they weren't supposed to. It was one of those things she didn't think she'll ever get.

"Well I hope you realize now that overdrinking is a dumb idea."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Bloody hell, don't you start too with tauros crap! I don't even remember that much, dammit!" Oleg let out a grunt, rubbing his forehead for a moment. He did not mean to explode like that, but he was legitimately tired about talking about what happened already. He had gotten over it once, he didn't want to talk about his one adventure once. "For hell's sake..." He looked up from his hand to Tanya, looking rather apologetic.

To be honest, he did need someone to be more stern to him. James had just went over it casually, but at Tanya had struck into a more core aspect. Gears slowly and steadily ticked over in Oleg's head as he tried to think on what the hell to say.

[Tanya Christianson]

"Wow, don't need to get so touchy with me." Tanya curtly said, frowning at Oleg. She came to the beach to relax and didn't appreciate the tone Oleg took with her. Then again, she reasoned with herself that it probably was the drink talking and not him. Sighing to herself, she tried to keep patient while Oleg sorted out whatever the hell he was trying to sort out.

"The question that's on my mind is why you started drinking. I didn't take you for the type who'd do that." Tanya bluntly asked, seeing no point of niceties in a problem like this. Tanya reckoned that there probably was something that was on his mind since she remembered her dad telling her people drunk sometimes to forget their problems. She continued to stand though, not feeling the need to sit yet.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg rubbed the back of his neck for a while, shaking his head for a moment to get his head on straight. "Sorry. Sorry. My head's just pounding harder than fifty pangoro's using hammer arm at the moment. I didn't mean to yell at you. You're like one of my better friends here. Sorry." He rubbed his face now, grunting.

"I just had this... Encounter, with Amanada that made me get kinda... Moody. Then I ended up in town, somehow got me a fake ID and..." He shook a bit as he spoke, probably his head acting up again. "Bleh, I think I need a trashcan soon."

[Tanya Christianson]

Tanya grinned warmly when Oleg admitted his relationship with her. It was nice to know that she could be a good friend to someone in the academy. Deciding to sit down, Tanya listened to what Oleg had to say, making sure it was clear that Tanya had Oleg's attention.

That name came up again. Amanda. Was it just her, or did Amanda seem to bring trouble with her wherever she went? She didn't know what to think of her sometimes. There were times where she seemed to be nice and pleasant to be around. Other times, she was just a pain and sometimes it made her feel like she was just making life harder than necessary. Whatever it was though, Tanya knew that she probably should focus on Oleg.

"Oh no, you are not vomiting on the beach." Tanya exclaimed, looking around to see what she could use as a bucket. Finding a small trashbin nearby, Tanya quickly ran towards it, picking it up and moving to towards Oleg, not wanting him to vomit all over the beach.

"As for Amanda, mind if I ask what this "encounter" was?" Tanya asked, curious to see how Amanda had managed to get to Oleg. They were going to need to have a talk.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg nodded in small thanks as she got the bin, hugging it tightly like it was the only thing keeping him afloat in his hung over stage. He then scratched the back of his neck for a while. "Well, she came over to one of the unused classrooms where I was just... Chilling out, just kinda... Doing stuff. We talked, she helped me with something." Oleg scratched his chin once more. "And... Y'know. I'm a leg man, you know from my reaction to Kyrie. So she has her legs in this uncomfortable position for me, and I just kindly ask if she could move them into a more... Y'know, not so flashy possition." Oleg sighed, closing his eyes.

"And then it went downhill. She just begun teasing me, and flaunted herself more, an' I felt mighty uncomfortable for many reasons, then she tried to tease me into y'know, feeling her up and then I didn't and tried to get her flustered by complimenting her and it didn't work and then she just went along with teasing and told stuff and and and she said stuff that made me feel kinda bad and then there was I felt bad because Kyrie and stuff and..." Oleg rambled on for a while, before gagging and releasing a puke into the trash bin.

[Tanya Christianson]

It started off ok at first. Tanya nodded her head as Oleg rambled about how their interaction started off. As time went on though, the interaction only got worse and Tanya put her hand to her face and let out a heavy sigh. Of course Amanda had to do that. While she couldn't help but feel Oleg was at fault in the situation, that didn't completely absolve Amanda from guilt. She looked away as Oleg promptly chundered into a trash bin, not wanting to ruin her appetite for the day.

"Ok..." Tanya stated, not really sure what to do now. She sat awkwardly for a moment, waiting for Oleg to finish vomiting before speaking again. "Well, I need to talk to Amanda. Again." Her last word was filled with disgruntlement. She probably was going to have to convince her to apologize to Oleg. She didn't want him to become an alcoholic off of this.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Tanya asked, wondering what his plan of action was in his sorry state.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Well. First off, head back to my dorm and sleep for a moment. I slept at the beach for the night." He rubbed his face for a moment, grunting. "Secondly, reminding myself to never drink again, because for Arceus's sake, even soy milk tastes better than this crap, and the after effects are even more horrid." He placed the trash bin down. "Thirdly, determine what the hell I exactly did during the night. I have a bad feeling churnin' inside of me. Or it could be the hangover."

"But eh... Maybe 's not best to bring it up to her. I just feel it ain', you know. I'm not gonna stop you. But I feel 's pretty Arceus damn childish on my part to go out and get smashed and do Arceus knows what while drunk off my arse." He sighed. "At the very least I'm confident in the fact that this ain' gonna become a habbit."

[Tanya Christianson]

Tanya nodded her head, showing her agreement to Oleg's plan of action. At least he seemed inclined towards not drinking. That was good enough to save her some pain of trying to get him off the habit. It seemed the effects of the hangover were hitting him really hard. She still thought she should be careful though, knowing that alcohol tended to be addicting.

"I need to talk to her anyways. What she said in Battle Tactics still bothers me." Tanya admitted, her face showing displeasure. Amanda had been doing her best to avoid Tanya, the Duskull in particular being a pain up her backside. She needed to confront her about her behaviour at some point, before she did something truly catastrophic.

"You want help home, or can you do it on your own?" Tanya asked, her thoughts telling her that this probably wasn't a good idea. She wanted to be nice though.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"I can handle it, I can handle it. I'll just keep my arse seated here for a moment, rest, and then head off." Oleg groggily smiled at Tanya, nodding a few times. He then looked to the bin, thinking for a moment as he waited for something to happen before confidently nodding and placing the bin down. Seems like no more barf was going to come out.

He then rested against the seat for a moment, not saying anything. "Thanks. I needed to get stuff off of my chest. Both literally and figuratively. It was good to talk, even if it gave a bad picture of me."

[Tanya Christianson]

Tanya gave a look of concern for a moment, as Oleg looked absolutely awful. If she had to be perfectly honest though, she was glad she didn't have to look after the guy. Dealing with drunk or hungover people wasn't in any of her plans at the moment. Still, it made her remember the ever looming presence of Amanda. Or lack of presence should be more precise.

"Hey, it's cool. I'm open ears." Tanya told Oleg, patting him on the shoulder before looking out towards the sea. "I think I'm gonna head for the waters now, so I'll see you around!" Tanya exclaimed, dumping all of her stuff relatively close to her location before running into the sea. Hopefully the waters would help purify her mind. Somehow.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"See ya. Maybe we can talk later without me being hung over." Oleg waved a bit as Tanya headed to the water, smiling to himself as he slowly stood up, stretching a bit. That short talk really did help him a bit. Sure, some onlooker would simply think it was a talk out of bare necessities. And maybe it was to Tanya, but to Oleg, it was reinforcing him. What falls can rise up and be even stronger! He stood there for a moment, before turning around and slowly but surely wobbling off towards the bolt dorms, confident in the fact that not everything was as crappy as it was.