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Mark/Eduardo-Possible drunk manhunt.

(706): Yeah we can't find him. He left a note saying he left and isn't that drunk with what appears to be an attempt at the quadratic formula for proof. He also wrote down his number and left his phone by the note.

"Him" is obviously Eduardo.

[FILL] 1/?

This is the same anon that mentioned filling this before. WHELP. I haven't forgotten about this, I swear, but fall classes have been psychotic. Sorry this part ends kind of abruptly. I do havevmore written, but this was a better place to end it as I'm about to fall asleep at the keyboard instead of finishing the next part.

See, the thing is? Ninety-nine point nine times out of ten, Eduardo is reliable. Ask Eduardo to bring beer? Eduardo will bring beer. Lend Eduardo economics notes? Eduardo will return them the next day. Ask to meet up at noon? Eduardo will be knocking at the suite’s door at 11:50.

Mark never worries when Eduardo says he’s going to do something or be somewhere because it’s Wardo, and Wardo always does exactly what he says he will. So, when, in the middle of one of the other frat’s parties (Mark doesn’t know which and doesn’t particularly care. Dustin had been the one complaining about being shut in all semester.), Eduardo says something about going back to the suite to crash, Mark doesn’t give him more than an acknowledging grunt, entirely focused on his coding.

And, okay, maybe Eduardo had been a little tipsy, but Mark himself had been the slightest bit buzzed, and he hadn’t even been actively participating in the party like Eduardo was. At the time, it hadn’t seemed like that big of a deal (especially since any minute now, Dustin was going to barrel into him, smashed out of his mind and handsy, Mark was sure of it.)

It hadn’t seemed like a big deal, at all, really, not even when Mark first got back. He’d toed off his flip flops, tossed his hoodie on his computer chair, and carefully placed his laptop back in its spot on the desk before heading towards the edge of the bed.

“Move over, Wardo,” he’d grumbled in the general direction of the pile of blankets. Eduardo had a habit of sleeping in here when he was drunk or tired or just didn’t feel like walking all the way back to his dorm, which was often enough that it didn’t faze Mark anymore, so long as there was still room for him on his own bed.

(Contrary to what everyone—and by everyone, Mark means the girls from the suite next door or from econ or maybe just women in general—Wardo is not a cuddler. Wardo is not the person who will press gently against you or curl towards you like an open parentheses in bed. No, Wardo is a starfish or something equally ridiculous, sleeping diagonally on the bed with his arms and legs flung every which way. He’s only slightly easier to deal with than a drunken Chris, who will physically beat anyone who tries to share the couch with him.)

Eduardo, of course, had not responded, and Mark had sighed to himself, reach over and fumbling for a limb to tug at in the hopes of waking Wardo up, or at least moving him over.

His hand came up empty.

Confused, Mark had patted down the entire bed. It was empty except for the blankets, pillow, and someone’s—Wardo’s—dress socks. Turning the light on only confirmed Mark’s suspicions.

Eduardo wasn’t there.

At first, Mark hadn’t panicked. It was entirely possible that Eduardo had
stumbled into someone else’s room to fall asleep. Maybe he’d gotten tired of Mark’s bed and decided to try out someone else’s for a change. It had to happen eventually, right? And frankly, it would be nice to have his bed to himself.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check.

He’d crept into the other rooms—first Chris’ (neater), then Dustin’s (closer to the door)—but they, too, were empty.

It was only when he came back into the living room that he saw the note.
Mark had picked it up and read it, his eyebrows shooting further and further up into his hair as he went.

As soon as he finished, he did the only thing he could in a situation like this.

He called Chris.


Re: [FILL] 1/?

This is a lovely start! I cannot wait for more, anon.

author!anon here!

Thank you!

Re: [FILL] 1/?

Nice start. Looking forward to more. :)

author!anon here!

Thank you!

Re: [FILL] 1/?

pwahaha, Mark just assuming that Eduardo would crash on his bed again (like usual) and so not even bothering to check that he is on there and being weirded out that he isn't. xD

author!anon here!

He would, thought, wouldn't he? :D

Re: [FILL] 2/?

Sorry about the delay and short update! The good thing is, I have the rest of this pretty much planned out, so if all goes well, it should be finished by the end of the week (and then I'll sit down with it and edit the mountain of mistakes, but anyway, MOVING ON).

“What do you mean, you lost Eduardo?”

Chris paces as he patronizes, Mark notes. This is a Chrisism he’s becoming far too familiar with, if you ask him.

“He lost himself!” Mark says defensively. “He told me he was going back to the dorm, so sue me if I thought that meant he would actually go to the dorm.

“He was drunk out of his mind, Mark!” Chris snaps. Dustin giggles from the couch, reminding them both that yep, so is he. “He couldn’t find the dorm with a seeing eye dog and a TomTom.

“Not JackJack. Or MarkMark,” Dustin pipes in. Mark rolls his eyes at him and mutters, maybe a little guiltily, “At least he left a note.”

Chris’ left eye is starting to twitch in time with his pacing. Mark files it under “DANGER SIGNS: IMMINENT DEATH,” in Facebook-blue, bold-faced Times New Roman—and rightly so.

“Oh, this note?” Chris asks shrilly, almost shrieking as he waves it around. “This note that says—and I quote—‘Goon’ out. Nut drunk,’ next to something that could be the quadratic equation, if the quadratic equation was negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus penis, divided by what appears to be an apology for the penis? Is this the note you’re talking about, Mark?”

Privately, Mark gives Eduardo points for the radical sign.

Chris practically throws the note back onto the coffee table. “Did you try calling his cell?” he asks, and Mark thinks oh. Something must show on his face because Chris makes a frustrated sound and pulls out his own phone, sighing “Not everyone lives on the Internet,” as he puts it to his ear.

Before Mark can retort that yes, he knows that, thank you very much, Dustin’s left jacket pocket starts screeching. It’s the default irritating telephone sound, because Mark’s handpicked CFO of their online business can’t manage pushing the six buttons necessary to change his ringtone.

(Mark absolutely refuses to give him lessons, because there’s a fifty-fifty chance he’ll either break the monitor over Wardo’s head for failing or kiss him senseless for trying, and neither one of those is going to end happily for anyone.)

“Dustin,” he says slowly, “do you have Wardo’s phone?”

Which is a ridiculous question, really, because everyone else he knows either keeps their phones on vibrate or has some obnoxious hipster ringtone that goes off every five minutes and disrupts his concentration.

Dustin pats his pocket happily. “Mmmyep. Wardo gave it to me.”

“Oh, this is perfect,” Chris groans. “Why would he give it to you, of all people?”

He shrugs loosely, head lolling back against the couch cushions. “Dunno. Said he didn’t wanna drunk dial anybody. Or something.”

Finally, Chris hangs up, cutting the call mid-ring. “I guess he thought he’d be with one of us,” he says, and Mark feels another stab of guilt. It’s starting to get irritating.

He didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t even wanted to go to the stupid party in the first place, but Dustin kept bringing it up and Wardo looked stupidly excited and so he’d had to go, but he wasn’t going to dance and he certainly wasn’t going to watch everyone else dance with other people, so he’d kept to his corner with his laptop and everything had worked out fine, and when Wardo said he was going home, that was supposed to mean that he was going home, and not that Mark had to worry if he’d made back or not or if he’d fallen into the bushes or knocked into a Winklevoss or—

“We have to go look for him,” Mark announces. Chris’ head jerks around to look at him, eyes wide with surprise.

“Mark, it’s nearly three in the morning!” he exclaims. “We can’t just go knocking on doors, asking if people have seen him.”

“It’s Wardo,” Mark retorts. There’s nothing else he can—or needs to—say. Chris takes one look at his face and sighs.

Re: [FILL] 2b/?

asdjgkasdg;jaksdafjks character limit!fail and author HTML!fail in the same post. Welcome to the kinkmeme, self.

“Fine,” he says resignedly. “You go. I have to stay here and make sure Dustin doesn’t throw all of his pants out the window.” The again goes unspoken between them. “I’ll call you in an hour—if you haven’t found him by then, come back and get some sleep. We’ll try again in the morning.”

Mark has no intention of doing that, but nods in agreement anyway. He pulls his hoodie back on and, after a moment’s hesitation, grabs Wardo’s phone from where Dustin’s flipping it between his hands.

Ignoring the miffed “Hey!” behind him, he sets out.


Re: [FILL] 2b/?

At least Mark is appropriately worried... I am a bit disappointed in Chris, who apparently didn't even intend to look for Wardo.

author!anon here! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-28 11:33 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: [FILL] 2b/?

This is a fantastic beginning. Hope you continue!

Re: [FILL] 2/?

“This note that says—and I quote—‘Goon’ out. Nut drunk,’ next to something that could be the quadratic equation, if the quadratic equation was negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus penis, divided by what appears to be an apology for the penis? Is this the note you’re talking about, Mark?”

minus penis
minus penis
minus penis
minus penis
minus penis
minus penis

Privately, Mark gives Eduardo points for the radical sign.

ok. author!anon, please marry me now.

Re: [FILL] 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-28 02:42 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: [FILL] 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-30 07:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)
author!anon here! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-28 11:57 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: [FILL] 2/?


Re: [FILL] 2/?

Anon, I really hope you want to finish this. Mark actually feeling guilty that he lost Eduardo is adorable. <3