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Location: The Mighty Bean
Dialogue Color âĻ #D05050
Thought Color ⧠#800000
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B R I A NXB R O K E N B O R O U G H
_____ T H EXW R I T E R_____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Mighty Bean
Dialogue Color âĻ #D05050
Thought Color ⧠#800000
Vincent's easy manuevering of closing the laptop reflected how well he had gotten to know Brian because other than the slight flinch - not out of fear of his friend's proximity, but that age-old-barely-there-shame at being caught doing nothing when he definitely should have been doing something - the second Vincent spoke, Brian didn't put up a fight. Granted, that pesky part of his brain that hated shutting his laptop screen without closing out of all sites and applications piped up for a moment, but if he was being honest with himself, Brian wasn't against being wheezled out of looking at a probably too bright screen after such a long period of time.
"God, yes," he groaned almost too immediately. Brian knew for a fact that there were a host of reasons why he shouldn't find such relief in whiskey or really any alcohol. There was the fact that he hated that similarity he shared with his father, the fact that he was very much still on antidepressants and probably shouldn't be drinking and on them, his loose lips when drunk, etc. But denying himself such gratification was for a much stronger man - a better man. Brian was not that man. "You'd think organizations would give a damn about students - regardless of their undergrad or grad classification - and want to give money to ensure student matriculation and a surge in their own wallets from said students attending their schools, but it's like actually pulling teeth to get funds." Speaking while packing the rest of his things away in the messenger bag he carried frequently, Brian jumped when he felt Ashwin grab the back of his chair. He hadn't seen him. "Jesus, Ash," he muttered, gave him a side-glare that was barely genuine, and continued. "Not doing much. Just getting a drink with Vincent."
"God, yes," he groaned almost too immediately. Brian knew for a fact that there were a host of reasons why he shouldn't find such relief in whiskey or really any alcohol. There was the fact that he hated that similarity he shared with his father, the fact that he was very much still on antidepressants and probably shouldn't be drinking and on them, his loose lips when drunk, etc. But denying himself such gratification was for a much stronger man - a better man. Brian was not that man. "You'd think organizations would give a damn about students - regardless of their undergrad or grad classification - and want to give money to ensure student matriculation and a surge in their own wallets from said students attending their schools, but it's like actually pulling teeth to get funds." Speaking while packing the rest of his things away in the messenger bag he carried frequently, Brian jumped when he felt Ashwin grab the back of his chair. He hadn't seen him. "Jesus, Ash," he muttered, gave him a side-glare that was barely genuine, and continued. "Not doing much. Just getting a drink with Vincent."