- Simon Simmons }} Male }} Geek }} Location; Kitchen }} Tags; Open
While there had yet to be any creative humbling, Simon was certainly surprised with the way things were turning out. While he did suppose that there would be a violent physical altercation, he didn't foresee something rather unpleasant occurring to Kalliana -- though, he didn't know what it could have been. In all honesty, he didn't particularly care to know, either. He was content to be detached at present. He did notice the female express her desire for everyone to leave, which generated some mixed feelings. On one hand, it wasn't like Simon was having a particularly great time, but on the other hand, he didn't even have time to prepare himself to be Mr. Responsible.
While Simon wasn't saintly in any measure -- and it was for the better, lest his name become even more alliterative -- he couldn't consciously let anyone meander home when they were unfit to do so. Others making bad decisions didn't elicit a moral response from him so long as the consequences affected them solely. Driving while impaired affected everyone, and so Simon took it upon himself to call a ride for whatever miscellaneous classmate needed one. It ended up being a considerable amount, and Simon was sure his Uber account would see to it that his earnings from working at Starbucks would suffer severely. But surely it wouldn't be as much suffering as a wreck.
After making sure that no one immediately leaving was driving when they shouldn't be, Simon walked back into the house and gave a quiet, exhausted sigh. It had been a little more legwork than what he'd expected; some classmates were obstinate in overestimating their abilities, and took offense to his assistance. Working through that stubbornness and convincing impaired people to accept rides through a series of peaceful, logical gymnastics took effort. It was starting to give him a headache. But he at least had a remedy for that, specifically in the form of ibuprofen. The meds were simply a must-have for a caffeine-addicted, migraine-prone guy like himself. He walked over to the drink table and got a red cup, promptly ignoring the punch and walking to the kitchen instead. He wasn't looking forward to going broke on calling so many Uber rides, and so he wasn't going to add on to the problem himself. Simon went over to the faucet, filled the cup with tap water, and took the pill, then briefly placed a hand to his temple, closed his eyes, and gave a relieved sigh as he relaxed and willed it with his nonexistent telepathic powers to take effect.
