Craig Winters
Everyone seemed to be settling in nicely and they now had bottles of vodka, Craig decided to write this off as a success. People were coming in and out of the kitchen as they pleased, exploring the cramped city house and found their rooms. He had only one complaint, grocery shopping. Certainly what they currently had wouldn't feed them all for long, if at all, and buying enough food for everyone would be well, interesting, to be light about it. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment before retreating to his room to get dressed. He had already showered, he might as well complete the routine.
It was counterproductive for him to collapse on his bed shortly after closing his door, but in his defense - he was still quite tired. There was things to do, places to go, a paycheck to spend. Craig buried his head into his pillow for a moment before rising to actually get dressed. Jeans, that was a perfect first step. He grabbed and put on a pair of loose, dark gray skinny-cut jeans. There was a small rip at the right knee, though he paid it no mind. He pulled a navy hoodie over his shirt and his feet were soon covered with black Doc Martens, trusty and scuffed from their extended use. This was decent, he was ready to challenge the day which would consist of picking out the right brand of cereal.
After insuring that his hair would no longer lay on his forehead, he fetched his wallet from the top of his dresser, leaving his keys behind. There was no point in bothering to drive in New York City when the nearest grocery store was only a few...wait, where was it again? The truth was that Craig had never bothered hunting down such a place before, for what was sold at the nearest convenience store was always good enough to suit his needs and support his variety of unhealthy habits. He was pretty sure there was one not too far away from here, right? It was...so many blocks over, he was sure of it.
He hadn't been back in the kitchen long before Dean arrived with food; fast, unhealthy, artery clogging, delicious food. "Thanks." Craig returned the smile briefly before he opening the wrapper, stepping off to the side as he consumed the
One of the new kids took cover under the table and Craig finished his food, tossing the trash in the wastebasket soon after. "I'm about to go buy some groceries. Is there anything the two of you want?" He asked, addressing Dean and Anastasiy, a lull in his speech before he decided to add onto that. "Unless you just want to tag along." He walked over to the living room, peeking in before interrupting the conversation between Carsin and Jordyn. "You two, groceries, any suggestions?" He wasn't about to question the entire household, but it'd be helpful to get some sort of consensus, lest he end up just buying junk like always. Some volunteers would be nice as well, carrying around a bunch of plastic bags was no fun, it'd just be like Home Alone all over again.