City Living

New York City

0 INK

a part of City Living, by BurningBridges.

None

BurningBridges holds sovereignty over New York City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
6,994 readers have been here.
24,961 readers have visited City Living since BurningBridges created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

https://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/a-new-york-life

Setting

Default Location for City Living

Minimap

New York City is a part of City Living.

40 Characters Here

Makalya Wright [282] "Patience is a virtue."
Holly Maddon [267]
Deja Bennie [116]
Sam Harris [95] "I'll be okay, is that what you want me to say?"

Start Character Here »


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

Image
Riley Paige
Hex Code: #8365A1
Outfit
Riley shook her head, unsure how else to accept Zoey's compliments. She wasn't completely humble, and like anybody, had her areas of expertise where she got a bit arrogant, but flirting wasn't one of them. It was much easier to get rejected, and she had less control over people's perceptions of her, so the chance of failure was far higher as way. She would much rather humble herself and wind up surprised than get a bit cocky and have her ego damaged. Not the type to toot her own horn, but perfectly find with doing so for others, she placed her arms on the table, leaning forward to get a better look at the rest of the bar. It was still early, so the place wasn't busy by any means. In all honesty, this was totally out of her realm, but she convinced herself that half the fun was pretending that she wasn't. People were drinking and enjoying themselves, so no one cared as much, and she could relax a bit. She didn't have to be the best ring leader or wingman to just point out some random guy, but nevertheless, she didn't want to pick a total scrub either. Since Zoey was clearly in a playful mood, it probably wasn't a far cry to assume that so long as the guy wasn't hideous nor looked like a murderer, she would go over, just for the fun of it. Riley still wanted to find her someone mildly attractive, if for no other reason than to level the playing field since she'd picked out Hudson. "So..." she said, scanning the room with her finger like it was tracing words on the page of a book. "It's looking a bit like drought season if he's what you're going fo--" But as soon as she said that, she spotted a young guy in a beige jacket and black pants.

Zoey was right there, but still, she felt the need to tap the table to get her attention. She nodded in the man's direction. "Ding, ding, ding. Light brown jacket. Go make me proud," she said, leaning back. If they were replicating the dares, then it would have been Riley going up there, but she wasn't bold enough (or drunk enough) to do that. The guy looked a bit younger and was more dressed down than the guy Zoey had picked out, but was still obviously attractive. Reflecting on her own shyness, she opened her mouth to offer a backup guy in the event that Zoey was like her and wanted something less intimidating, like a bearded guy with a beer belly. Before she could get anything, let alone find another guy, Jetta was striding over, and what more, with tall, dark, and handsome right behind him. When Riley was (unreasonably) caught off guard, or just feeling slightly anxious, she had a tendency to fall daft. So it took a split second for her to get what Hudson was talking about, dumbfounded by the fact that Jetta and Zoey really brought this dude over to their table, and with such ease. "Oh, yeah. No problem. You know," she said with a small shrug, finalizing it with a chuckle since she realized after she had spoken that she didn't have anything to follow up with. She was going for something along the lines of 'you know how I do,' but he was a stranger, so he wouldn't know. And that wouldn't be the best thing to broadcast either, plus it felt a bit to colloquial. She sipped on her drink, that was now mostly phantom liquor and ice water. It would have felt rushed if she just got up and left right this second, as if she was trying to escape, so she remained planted in her seat, but did give Zoey a slight kick under the table. That girl was doing some kind of dare before the night was over. She started it, so she was definitely going to finish. "It's not a 1 Oak night until I get a 1 Oak paycheck," Riley offered with a coy smirk, though her eyes were diverted to the table when she made her joke. Only for a second before she looked between her roommates with the same humored grin. If she had enough drink in her, she would have followed through with her desire to quip what he was doing here himself, since he didn't seem like the type to be at a bar like this.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri

0.00 INK

#, as written by Bandit
Image
M a k a y l a ~ W r i g h t
Hex Code: #FF8400
Outfit: Here
It really was cold outside, and though it was clear by her hunched and stiff posture that she was cold, she didn't verbalize it as much as Chanel did. Like the other girl, however, Makayla kept a quick pace up, in hopes that it would allow her to have to endure the cold air for a little less time. As they walked, she wondered if she was stupid for doing this. It was one thing to eat dinner with Chanel, and it was one thing to smoke with her in the apartment, but it had been a while since she had actually hung out with someone in a way like this. Makayla would be the first person to admit that she didn't have friends, so this felt somewhat uncomfortable for her, even though it shouldn't have. It wasn't like they were going out partying or doing anything extreme. Holly was asleep, her responsibilities were taken care of for the night, and she was literally a five minute walk from home. Nothing could go wrong, and she needed to relax, she told herself. "No, I've never been," she answered, shaking her head. Because she didn't have friends, she had little reason to go to bars, and since she wasn't ever looking for new places like that, she had never noticed this little bar that was right around the corner from their apartment. It was likely that she had seen it before, and maybe Holly had even asked her what she thought it looked like inside, but Makayla wouldn't have been paying enough attention to really realize what it was, or ever remember it, for that matter. Makayla drank regularly, but it was much more cost-efficient to buy liquor or wine at a store and drink it at home than it was to go out to a bar. Plus, she never felt right leaving Holly home alone. Though she had been forced to do so recently, now that Cara was no longer as available as she used to be, Makayla still felt weird about it. She wouldn't admit it in fear of sounding dramatic and paranoid, like a helicopter parent, but even right now when she was certain that Holly was asleep, part of her still felt odd about leaving her alone in the apartment. To an extent, it was paranoid thinking, but at the same time, Makayla knew better than anyone else that Holly only needed thirty seconds unsupervised to cause trouble.

Unlike Chanel, Makayla wasn't hungry. She was never the type to have a huge appetite, and the meal from earlier was still holding her over. After smoking, that would definitely change, but she was content with refraining from eating until then. She already felt uncertain about whether she wanted to spend money on a drink here to begin with, so ordering food was definitely out of the question. "I'm gonna give him shit for making us walk in this cold for some damn bud," she said, sticking her hands into her pockets as they turned the corner. "It's too cold out here."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kamon Leavitt Character Portrait: Ruby Barr Character Portrait: Griffin Hughes Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor

0.00 INK

#, as written by Thunder
Image

Image
Dialogue Color: #336A3B
While Dylan had acknowledged Hudson leaving, he hadn't been paying any attention, and so when a message appeared on the television screen, citing that the game had went offline due to a wireless connection problem, he got up in search of his brother. He was surprised when he didn't find him in his bedroom, and only then vaguely remembered hearing the guy say something about leaving fifteen or twenty minutes ago. He fiddled around with the router in the living room, trying all of the typical "restart it" easy fixes, to no avail. The console wouldn't reconnect to it, and Dylan was almost certain that whatever he had done had only made it worse, since now the modem wouldn't even light up. He was normally pretty technologically savvy which was why he was sure that whatever was wrong with this wasn't an easy fix. He groaned though, feeling like this was just his luck, even if it wasn't. He wasn't the type of person who frequently had bad luck, and his life had been smooth sailing for the most part, but he still chose to be dramatic sometimes. The internet being down now, at the very least, gave him the motivation to get off of the couch for a few minutes. If he was in the mood to be good, he would have used this offline time to finish the math problems that he had to complete out of a textbook for class on Monday, or maybe try to do some chores around the new apartment, but he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than relaxing. Especially with Hudson gone, he knew that this would be a particularly good time to smoke the marijuana he had hidden in a mason jar in his closet, but he also wanted to wait a bit to do that. He liked smoking before bed because it helped him fall asleep, and he wasn't planning on going to bed quite this early.

Somewhat begrudgingly, he decided to see if any of his new neighbors would be so kind as to share their Wifi password with him. When he looked on his phone, multiple password protected networks came up in his vicinity, so he hoped that at least someone on the floor would be home and willing to share their password for the night. He didn't know anyone, and hadn't made any attempts to reach out to his neighbors since moving in, but he didn't think he was wrong for that. This wasn't some upper middle class neigborhood where you were welcomed to the neighborhood with apple pies being delivered to your doorstep. It was New York, a place where there were so many people, that things rarely felt sincere and personal, at least in Dylan's opinion. He knocked on the door next to his, 4D, hoping that someone was home.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ruby Barr

0.00 INK


Image
Ruby Barr
Outfit
Hex: #A52A2A
Ruby felt like the dinner with her roommates and neighbors had been a success. While conversation had been slow, and maybe a bit forced on Ruby's end in the beginning, things eased out after everyone started eating and getting more comfortable. She doubted that the girls would be calling her apartment their second home anytime soon, but it wasn't like that had been her intention anyway. She had wanted to thank Jetta by inviting her to dinner, but also make a point that she was a friendly neighbor, and someone that the girls could turn to if they ever had a problem. It just felt like a neighborly thing to do, in Ruby's eyes, but of course, she had a tendency to want people to feel more comfortable with her than was necessarily required by the simple social expectations of a neighbor. It wasn't a bad thing, though. Friendliness wasn't a flaw, at least since she didn't take it to a creepy level. She wasn't going to be stalking them to have dinner every night with her, but she was content overall, knowing how that she could address them by name if she saw them in the hallway or something. Plus, much of the food was gone by the time that the girls left, which made her all the more pleased. Like someone's mother, it made her feel at ease that the girls were leaving with full stomachs, and she hoped that that was a sign that they had enjoyed the food as much as she had.

After cleaning up from the dinner, and doing a bit of extra cleaning and unpacking as well, Ruby found herself making a late night run to the CVS down the street. She remembered that she needed to pick something up for one of her patients that she would be seeing Monday, and she didn't want to risk forgetting. It wasn't like she had any other Friday night plans, though she was the only one who could be blamed for that. A mutual friend had set her up with someone she thought Ruby would be compatible with, but earlier in the day, Ruby had backed out of the date. She didn't have a good reason for doing so, other than that she was anxious. It was a bit ironic that she was so calm and sensible when dealing with other people showing signs of distress, but whenever the faintest hint of them arose in her own head, she shut down and didn't know what to do with them. As she walked through the aisles of the quiet and scarcely populated CVS, she reassured herself that there was nothing wrong with cancelling, though. She insisted to herself that she could reschedule, and even if she didn't reschedule, it was fine because maybe that meant that it wasn't meant to be.

She distracted herself from those thoughts, however, as she examined a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure. It was incredibly overpriced for the little piece of plastic that it was, but no one came to CVS expecting great deals on toys. The young boy that Ruby was purchasing it for was a big fan of the cartoons, and she knew that it would be an appreciated reward, since she had promised him one for staying on track with his behavioral plan every week. She tossed it into her basket, and slowly strolled through the other aisles. She didn't need anything in particular, but found herself picking up things here and there. Some things were for herself, and other things were for her roommates. They hadn't asked her to pick them up anything, but Ruby had a tendency of being that person who would come home with things she thought other people needed, and brushing the kind gesture off as the products being so on sale that she couldn't not buy them, so that they wouldn't feel obliged to repay or thank her for it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin

0.00 INK


Image
ZOEY . SAIDI
Hex Code: #551a8b
Zoey mirrored Riley, glancing in the direction of the bar. It was difficult for her to look away from Hudson and Jetta, because the competitive side in her was anxious for her to be able to rub it in Riley's face that she had been right, but she managed to. When Riley pointed out one glimmer of hope in the otherwise average looking see of bar patrons, her attention perked up even more. The man was facing the bar, putting them at an imperfect angle of seeing how good looking he really was, but Zoey would take what she could get. It would only take another couple of drinks for even someone like Danny Devito to look like a model to her, so she couldn't be as picky as she wanted to act. "Mmmmmmmm, he is fine, and I've only got a side profile to judge by," she mused in approval, using her tongue to play with the straw in her glass. She was a few seconds away from telling Riley that she would go make her proud, but that if the man at the bar ended up rejecting her for whatever reason, Riley owed her two drinks. It was only fair, especially seeing that Jetta was returning with the man Zoey had chosen for Riley, and he sat down, basically ensuring that Zoey had won that free drink Riley promised. She looked to the girl, even after the light kick under the table, with an "I told you so. You can thank me later" kind of smirk, only turning to face Hudson when he addressed her.

"Zoey," she responded with a smile as she shook his hand. Her attention drifted away from him shortly after that, as her eyes returned to the bar. She was listening enough to note that he seemed to have a sense of humor and personality about him, which was a nice start. At least he seemed like more than just a pretty face, and especially since Riley wasn't bursting with conversation at all times, it made Zoey feel even more certain that she had played matchmaker well, compatibility wise.

She was glad that she had silently distracted herself with scoping out the bar once more, in hopes of ensuring that she was truly about to go after the best that there was to offer, without acting immediately, because a bartender brought over a round of drinks. It was apparent that Hudson must have ordered them for them, which made Zoey even more glad that she had branched out and roped him into their little circle. A free drink was something that she would never turn down, and she was tempted to text Riley telling her that she better not mess this up, because he could be their means to get free drinks for the rest of the night. "Wow, what a gentleman," she cooed playfully, in the closest thing that he was going to get to a thank you, as she happily sipped the drink.

Just a few seconds later, though, she decided that she would go make her move, but also give Riley some alone time to woo this guy on her own. Plus, who was to say that Zoey couldn't go two for two tonight, and find someone for Jetta too? Clearly, she was that good! "Come to the bathroom with me, Jetta?" she asked, though she nodded her head towards the bar, and offered a subtle smirk (that was partly meant for Riley too, as she was sure that the girl wouldn't outwardly appreciate them leaving her with this man to flirt in private). She didn't even wait for Riley or Jetta to respond, and instead, squeezed herself between the tight space between Riley and the table, to get out of the semi-circular booth. She could have just asked Riley to step out, but with alcohol in her, and a feeling that Riley would try to take the opportunity to rope her back in, it didn't seem like a sensible option. "We'll be back in a few. You two be good!" she said, waving for Jetta to follow her as she headed towards the bar.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────

Jetta BabinX
Dialogue Color ✦ #2d2491

As soon as Jetta sat down she released a quiet breath of relief. She was completely okay with returning back to the safety of the booth. Bars without dancing really did a number on Jetta. On dance floors she was at least able to block things out and focus on herself. But places like this where everyone’s constantly watching and being watched, often with little distraction, drain her energy.

Almost as soon as she got a moment to relax and enjoy her drink, she was being lured away from the table again. She figured leaving would have been for the best considering the heat building up between her roommate and the new beau, but Jetta halfway dreaded that she would be cast out as bait again, this time to hook Zoey up. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind helping out with this sort of thing at any other time, but tonight she was definitely starting to feel out of sorts – fantasizing about her art and the piece that she stepped away from earlier in the day.

The blonde actually had half a mind to head home and go to bed. And she would have if it weren’t for the fact that between Riley and Hudson, Zoey might have inherited Jetta’s coveted third wheel crown. She also really didn’t want to be the one to kill the night by leaving early. She wasn’t sure how Riley and Zoey handled these things, but Jetta follows a girl code that binds her to leave with her friends, even if they want to bow out early. And from her experience being the friend whose fun was killed prematurely, that definitely sucked.

β€œYeah,” she barked with some hesitation, although she tried to sound excited. She hoisted herself up from the booth and waked goodbye to Riley. The height of her tipsiness had passed and she was starting to power down and sober up.

β€œYou have your eye on someone?” she inquired as they walked away. Jetta’s plan was now to get Zoey her man as soon as possible so that she could head straight to bed.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK


Image
ZOEY . SAIDI
Hex Code: #551a8b
Just as Jetta asked about her having her eye on someone, Zoey spotted Oscar, the man she had met earlier that day, sitting at the bar. He hadn't been her cup of tea, but she felt like Jetta had acted more personable towards him. In her heightened sense of energy, she reassured herself that that meant that they had hit it off, and instead of answering Jetta's question immediately, she nodded in the man's direction. "Ooooh, look who it is! You're gonna have to remind me of what his name is, but then again, the first name probably doesn't matter. The last name is more important, since you'll be inheriting it by the time that I finish playing matchmaker with you two!" she insisted. Zoey was only being enthusiastic and playful because she was having a good time. She enjoyed attention, sure, but doing things like this was more fun than her being the center of attention. She still got to talk and be involved in something, but got to (playfully) subject someone else to being the center of the awkward attention, rather than being in that position herself.

Luckily for Zoey, who was oblivious to Jetta's dying interest in being at the bar, Oscar was seated only a couple of seats away from the guy that she had been eyeing for herself. There were two seats in between them, so she opted for the seat closest to the man that Riley had pointed out for her, and signaled for Jetta to take the one in between her and Oscar. Noticing an empty shot glass in front of the man she wanted for herself, she pretended to look at the flimsy laminated menu for only a second, before turning to him. She had a full glass in her hand, so the question probably seemed dumb, but Zoey didn't think about that. She would still think of herself as being smooth, regardless of how obvious it probably was that she just wanted a reason to talk to him. "Is it a shot kinda night for you too?" she asked, tapping the empty glass slightly to catch the man's attention. "What'd you get? Inspire me!" she said with a giggle, glancing at the menu again, as if she was truly stuck.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

Image
Image
Hex Code: #c7256e
Outfit: This
Chanel suddenly felt bad for dragging Makayla out, but they were already nearing the place, so it was over and done with. Technically, neither of them really had to go out, and while Chanel was being more vocal about her distaste for the weather, she wasn't anymore upset than was to be expected. It was too cold to walk in and right back out, so at the very least, Chanel wanted to stay inside just long enough to warm herself back up, since somehow that would make it feel more worth it. If it was total misery inside, then she would have to suck it up and just go right back home, but it was only a five minute walk. She was more tolerant of going out of her way for this because she wanted to keep her body and her mind busy. Any other time, she would have opted for staying inside, but the novelty of the New Year had its effect on her as well, where she was willing to push her to do things she wouldn't normally do for the sake of being a new and improved person. She wasn't desperate to smoke, though, so if Makayla had told her she didn't want to go outside, Chanel wouldn't have faulted her any.

The warmth from the bar was definitely welcomed, and the cozy vibes it had was also a bonus. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but upon entering, she wasn't sure what else she should have expected. The name and the location gave itself away, so even if the surprise was mostly there not really being any, Chanel was intrigued enough by the new setting. She didn't see Nick immediately, her eyes moving right past the bar and deeper into the venue. For a second, her quick-paced mind had her thinking that he must have left already, but they certainly hadn't taken so long that they wouldn't have passed him on the way. Chanel started turning to Makayla to see if the girl was having a problem spotting him as well, but just before that, she caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral. After another, better look, she was able to verify it was him. Because Zoey and Nick didn't look that deep into conversation, and because she was being a bit oblivious in her excitement, Chanel found herself unintentionally interrupting the moment. In all actuality, she hadn't even registered that Zoey was sitting there. No to a point where she didn't know there was someone sitting next to him, but it wasn't anything more past that. In a few strides, she walked over and covered his eyes from behind.

"Hey, stranger!" she said. After revealing herself, she gave Nick a quick hug. From a stranger's perspective, Chanel was acting like the two were good friends, when in reality that wasn't really the case. Chanel had smoked with him in the past, but they were little more than acquaintances. Her naturally friendly personality was a given, so her seeming like she knew people better than she did was a commonality, but it was intensified here since she actually really liked Nick. Her ability to treat someone like they were basically a celebrity, for some people, was quite a nice ego boost, but for the right person, it could be odd and offputting. Picking one of the empty seats on the opposite side that Zoey was sitting on, she looked at Makayla for a second. "It's Nick!" she announced. It wasn't the best idea to make such an entrance given the reason they were there, but Chanel wasn't thinking and was purely working on impulse and excitement. "Look, we're kind of matching," she said laughing as she lightly tugged on one of Nick's sleeves. Both of them seemed to be on the more peculiar end of the fashion spectrum, though Nick's ensemble surely made more sense and probably just seemed obscure thanks to the layers and bagginess. "Happy New Year! How have you been? You know, Makayla told me earlier that you moved back, and I was like 'No way! I missed that guy.'"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK



Image
✧ NICK MORENO ✧
Dialogue Color: #bb1a39
Outfit

Nick was still waiting on his beer when someone sat down beside him. He didn't look over, honestly because he wasn't really in the mood to socialize. Nick was a pretty quiet guy around most people, or at least when he wasn't in a particularly energetic and good mood. He had always been the type to be comfortable in silence, and especially after a long day of running around the city making sales (and making smoking a little too much himself), he was feeling tired. The person that sat down beside him addressed him just as the bartender was bringing over his beer, an admittedly, she was friendly enough that Nick felt too guilty to just ignore her or brush her off in some curt manage. He nodded, sliding his beer closer to him as he took the first sip of it. "It was tequila," he answered. It really wasn't a "shot kinda night" for him, as she had put it, though. He wasn't trying to get that drunk, and a shot of tequila had very little of an effect on him. He only took it because it had been offered to him for free, and rejecting free alcohol felt sinful, and additionally, disrespectful, given that it was one of his clients providing him with it. "It's not really a 'shot kinda night' for me, though," he insisted with a small smile. "Alcohol isn't my go-to vice," he then admitted. Only because she was young and hip looking, and not some straight-edge, prim and proper looking girl, he continued. "I prefer weed, honestly. What about you?" He wasn't ashamed at the fact that if she said she smoked too, that he was going to use this as an opportunity to potentially earn himself another client. This was networking at its finest, and it was an opportunity handed right to him, since she had actually been the one to strike up a conversation with him, and not the other way around.

Zoey didn't get time to answer before they were approached by two people, and Nick hadn't noticed them approaching until a familiar voice rang out, followed by a hug. He was surprised to see Chanel and Makayla here. Even though they were roommates, he was surprised to see them together because he normally only encountered them separately. Especially having just recently moved back to the building, he had forgotten a lot of the things that had once seemed standard. It was true too, that the height difference between Chanel and Makayla made their pairing seem all the more off, especially since even if he wasn't drunk on alcohol, he wasn't sober drug wise, either. It wasn't unusual for Nick to nearly be in a constant state of highness. At least after he and Brooklyn broke up, he found himself smoking continuously throughout the day, always trying to ward off any feelings of soberness. He wasn't sure what Chanel really meant about them matching, but he laughed anyway, if at nothing else than her unparalleled and seemingly unnecessary level of excitement. She had a colorful personality and Nick would never shame her for that, because she owned it. She was loud and out there, but in a way that worked for her. She gave off good vibes, as cliche as that sounded, and he couldn't fault her for it.

"I wasn't expecting to see you guys here," he said, remembering in that moment that he was supposed to see Makayla that night. "But fuck, I was supposed to have your shit ready for you. Shit, I'm sorry," he said, looking to Makayla. "One thing after another, and I ended up having to drop to some people over here," he said quietly, offering a subtle nod to the bartender. He didn't realize that Zoey was close enough to be overhearing this, but then again, he had just paved the way to tell her this before the girls showed up, so he also didn't really care. "Let me get you guys a drink, and then whenever you're good, I'll head back with you and get you your stuff," he insisted, catching the bartender's eye and waving him over. He remembered Zoey then, next to him, and felt bad for leaving her mid-conversation. It had only been a minute or so, but it still seemed rude, and even if Nick was indifferent about a lot of things, he would feel like too much of an ass to buy Makayla and Chanel a drink, and not her. "Can I get a round of tequila shots?" he asked the man, before turning to Zoey. "These are two of, uh, my friends," he said, referring to Chanel and Makayla. He didn't know if they really qualified as being friends, since their interactions always revolved around weed, but it didn't seem necessary to explain that. "I don't know if you smoke, but we'll probably head back to our building in a little, which is right down the block, so I can hook them up with some stuff. If you don't end up wanting to have a 'shot kinda night', feel free to come chill." He didn't realize that outing Makayla and Chanel's habits might make them uncomfortable, but he figured that they wouldn't care what some stranger thought of them. He was still just thinking about making another client, even if he didn't even know her name yet. As the bartender placed the shot glasses in front of them, he raised his. "Cheers to 2017, I guess," he offered, realizing it sounded pretty lame an unenthusiastic, and offering a chuckle in response to that alone.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK


Image
Image
Outfit:
Hex Code: #91415d
A lot of people frowned upon the profession of stripping, and Brooklyn understood why. In a culture where sex was still seen as a taboo subject, it made sense that a job that involved taking off your clothes wasn't a highly esteemed one. Others (the minority), felt like it was an empowering career. In a world that was still male-dominated in terms of power and money, women were out here taking off their bras and being handed money that those men had spent hours and hours tirelessly working for. Whether they were strippers or not, many women could tell you that they've been sexually objectified at least once in their life, so why not get paid for it? Brooklyn fell somewhere in between. She didn't think that the career was glamorous. It was one that a lot of women burned out in after only a few months of working in it. Many of the women who did it were desperate for money, either to escape bad situations, or to fuel their drug habits. Even in a big city like New York, and a high-end club like the one Brooklyn worked out, there were still many women who couldn't be described as anything greater than trash. At the same time, she didn't feel like it was a job that she needed to feel embarrassed about having. She made ridiculous money for the amount of time she put into it, especially on the weekends. It was dehumanizing sometimes, but the money at the end of the night made it worth it. It was difficult for her to decide which of her two jobs she liked better. The money that came through stripping was incredibly greater than what she made waitressing, but her waitressing job made her feel like a "real person". She wasn't being looked at as some toy that men would go home to fantasize about. It was hard work, and she didn't enjoy waiting on people who didn't appreciate her service, but it made her feel like she was a part of the "real" world.

With that said, she wasn't excited nor angry that she had to work tonight. It was a Friday, one of the better paydays of the week, so if anything, she was leaning more on the side of being happy to work. Because she had worked for this club for so long, she tended to get priority when choosing her shifts, which was a nice bonus. As she sat in the locker room, fixing up the last elements of her makeup, she noticed the text that Nick had sent her, asking if she was working. She was tempted to answer and say yes, just because it was as simple as that, but she also didn't want him to think that she owed him any answer. She had been more cordial than she needed to be earlier in the day, and she didn't want him to believe that that was the reaction he deserved now that he was back. They weren't friends, even if that was a thought she couldn't think with total confidence. Instead of answering, she put her phone into her locker, chugged a small amount of tequila she had in a water bottle, and headed upstairs to work.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────

Jetta BabinX
Dialogue Color ✦ #2d2491

Jetta was completely caught off guard by Zoey’s sudden and un-based comment implying that she and Oscar had some kindling flame in the works. For one, she was just as nice to him as she would have been to any nice person she met, and two she was pretty sure Oscar thought she was an idiot which didn’t really get her all hot and heavy. If she recalled their interaction earlier, there wasn’t really anything in Jetta’s opinion that suggested flirtation. In fact, Jetta assumed that he only helped with the TV because Zoey verbally objected to carrying it.

It didn’t take long though for Jetta to figure out the other half of why she singled out Oscar, as she almost immediately made a B-line for a guy only a few seats down. Upon the realization Jetta turned her head to face the other end of the bar, opposite of Zoey and in the direction of Oscar who she shot a look that said β€˜Really?’

Jetta was being as overly sensitive as Zoey was comically unaware of what was going on. The blonde was sort of hoping to bond with her roommates more on this outing and even the playing field. It didn’t take long for Jetta to notice how they paired up more often and texted each other, largely leaving Jetta out of it. And while she didn’t feel like their intentions were bad, tonight Jetta felt like an accessory to their budding friendship, and then, later, a responsibility for Zoey to anchor somewhere else. And boy did Oscar seem like the perfect island to dump Jetta on. And it wasn’t that she had a problem with him, he was probably one of the more decent people in this building if her experiences earlier in the day said anything. But he was an easy target.

β€œSorry,” she admitted, releasing a defeated sigh. Her weariness was starting to show. β€œI’m sure you’re just… Trying to enjoy your drink. Live your best life… That stuff, you know.”

It was definitely a contrast to her chipper mood earlier.

β€œI uh, this night hasn’t been the best night for me,” she said to him in a lower tone, obviously not trying to alert Zoey. β€œSo I think I should head out… Have a nice night, Oscar.”

She tapped Zoey on the shoulder, flashing her a nod and quickly mentioning that she was going to head home. But she didn’t linger too long as she didn’t want Zoey to get the impression that she had to come too.

The blonde quickly dipped across the room, intruding on Riley and Hudson in pursuit of her coat.

β€œSorry to interrupt,” she said as she snatched the garment up by its hood. She offered a watery smile in an attempt to show that she was leaving in good spirits. β€œI’m pretty tired, so I’m heading out.”

Without waiting for protest (not that she expected any) she strode out the door, whisked into the cool air.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

Image
Oscar Teenson
Color: #00A693
___________________________________


Junk...junk...junk.

Oscar sifted through his email, which amounted to essentially nothing more than a few phishing schemes and some ads that he couldn’t remember where they had started coming from. There was one contract request from a client he didn’t know, but a quick glance at it made sure he would avoid it as if it were stricken with the plague. His drink had arrived as he had been doing so, and he took it with a sipping civility. At least that’s how he viewed it, he wasn’t here to necessarily get drunk, mainly to pass the time. His eyes glanced around the bar from time to time as new people showed up and other people left. For a rather small looking bar, it seemed to be a popular place with the young adult crowd at the very least. Not hard to see why, with its location near apartments mostly populated by people his age. He returned to his drink, flipping through his phone as more emails popped in at a regular interval.

It was only a few minutes later that someone seemed to occupy the seat right next to him. Knowing there were plenty of other seats at the bar, Oscar glanced over to see Jetta occupying the seat next to him. He was slightly surprised, but didn’t show it as further investigation just beyond her showed Zoey talking to another guy. The look on Jetta’s face said everything though as she didn’t seem to be enthusiastic about her sitting arrangement. Oscar could have taken it as an insult, maybe even straight up ask her why she was sitting there if she didn’t want to be there, but looking at her face instantly answered his question. He recognized the blues when he saw it, listening as she seemed to lower her voice when talking to him.

Her tone was somber, depressed one could even call it. Oscar glanced around the room, trying to gather information as was his natural thought process when it came to any problem. Zoey was still tied to the guy at the bar, who had seemed to bring with him a few more girls. A couple snippets of the conversation he was able to overhear seemed to indicate a business of less than legitimate means, but he couldn’t care less about that particular aspect. Twisting his head, he managed to catch sight of the face that he had seen the two girls with before. He hadn’t caught her name before, but he did know that she was another roommate of the two and she was also tied up with another guy. Oscar’s mind started to work quickly as Jetta got up to leave. Was she disappointed that she didn’t get a stud of her own to get with? Oscar would be the first to admit that he wasn’t A class sexual material, maybe that was it? No, judging by the brief interaction that they had, even if that was the case she seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t let that particular fact influence how she treated others. This seemed like an actual sadness...she felt left out? That could be it, and considering how Zoey seemed to turn and start talking to the other guy immediately, she could have felt like she was being dumped on him.

Oscar watched her walk over and get her coat after mentioning something to Zoey. Get up and go with her… Oscar thought to himself as he watched Jetta walk out of the building. Waiting a few moments to see if they would go after her, he put his head down and stared at his half finished drink before giving a sigh and downing the rest of it in one go. He quickly placed his phone in his pocket while also leaving money for the drink (along with a healthy tip). With that, he strode to the door and left the building as well.

It only took him a second to spot Jetta walking back towards the apartment, so he jogged a bit to catch up to her. ”Hold up.” Oscar stated as he caught up to her, then matched her pace. ”I was only in there killing time anyways.” Oscar said, answering the unsaid question as to why he might have left so soon after he got in there as well. Normally he would have an issue trying to force small talk with anyone really, since he was perfectly fine with silence, but he did have somewhat of a purpose to be here this time.

”Sorry you got put into that situation.” Oscar said simply, allowing her to fill in the blanks as she saw fit. ”If it’s any consolation, I know the feeling.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin

0.00 INK

#, as written by Thunder
Image
Image

Hex Color: #BEA353
Hudson laughed at Riley's response about why it wasn't a club night. He could relate to that. While those clubs earned their reputation as being cool for a reason, they were also overrated if you didn't have the money to ball out and have a good time. It was even harder for a guy, than it was for a girl, to enjoy places like those. The girls could get in for free a lot of the time, if they knew the right people, because clubs like that loved having pretty model-looking girls in their establishment. Guys, on the other hand, always had to pay. For some of the less exclusive clubs, it was just a cover, but for the exclusive ones, you had to shell out hundreds, if not thousands of dollars to reserve a table. While Hudson was supporting himself financially in a way that he was proud of, he definitely didn't have enough money to just throw away like that... and that was saying something, since Hudson had been a party boy for most of his youth, and often found a way to convince himself that unnecessary things like that were worth it. "I feel that," he admitted, nodding through a chuckle as he took a swig of the new drink the bartender had brought over. "At least you're real about it, too," he said. He could give credit to the girls that worked the system of New York's nightlife. He knew girls that went out every night for free, with all of their drinks paid for through club promoters. It was great for them, since they were milking the system that needed them just as much. Coincidentally, though, he found most of those girls to be very shallow. They were often the ones who claimed to be "Instagram models", and whose morals disappeared the second they heard that something was going to be free. For the most part, he felt like it wasn't his business, and if that was what made them happy, then good for them, but at the same time, it was a turn off in itself, knowing that someone was so obsessed with their image that they would do anything just to be able to say they were at New York's hottest club that night.

"What do you do for a living?" he asked, feeding off of her paycheck comment. "I'm tempted to be that cheesy pickup line right now, and tell you that I'd bet money on you being a model, but you don't seem like the kinda girl that would swoon over something like that," he admitted with a smile. "Are you guys still students?" he continued, knowing that they all appeared to be fairly young. Once people were in their twenties, the age gap wasn't as big of a deal as it was when one party was still a teenager (even if it was a legal teenager), but at the same time, Hudson wasn't some predator who prayed on younger girls who seemed much younger than him emotionally, even if they were in that "safe range". He had looked to Riley then, waiting for her answer, but his head swiveled in the other direction when he felt a coat being pulled out from behind where he sat. He shifted, allowing her to pull it free, and would have apologized for sitting on part of it, but she was already talking, apologizing and saying she was leaving. It seemed kind of odd that the girl who had just lured him over to the booth was suddenly so ready to leave, but Hudson didn't know her (or any of them) well enough to decide that something had to be wrong. From what he knew about girls, it seemed strange to just leave your friends in a bar with the excuse of being tired, but again, he didn't know them like that to feel the need to extend his opinion. "Well, looks like I get credit for buying you two drinks now," he said, looking on the bright side as he playfully pushed Jetta's untouched glass towards Riley.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige

0.00 INK


Image
ZOEY . SAIDI
Hex Code: #551a8b
Zoey wasn't sure how to take Nick at first, because he had a pretty quiet demeanor about him. She couldn't tell that right off the bat though, and figured that it was possible that he just wasn't interested in talking. She wouldn't fault him for that. He looked like the kind of guy who could zone off into his own world and just be content with that. It was funny, because once he did start talking and admitted that he was more into marijuana than he was into alcohol, she internally shouted 'I knew it!' because she definitely felt that vibe for him. She was pleased that he seemed to engage in conversation then, in a way that made her feel like she wasn't bothering him, and that he was just quieter and more mellow than she was. Even if he had seemed more standoffish than just quiet, with Zoey's current mood, she probably would have continued to talk to him for at least a few minutes, just to confirm that, but also to boost herself up because he really was that attractive.

Unfortunately, before she had time to answer, the man was greeted by two girls who must have just walked in, because Zoey hadn't noticed them before. They were both really pretty girls, which definitely felt discouraging to a degree, because she knew that she wasn't on their level at all. Nick, whose name Zoey had only picked up from the girls' arrival, introduced them as his friends, ordered a round of tequila shots, and invited her back to his apartment to smoke weed. Zoey already felt sort of awkward sitting there when he had apparently been waiting for people, but who was she to turn down a free shot of tequila? Until she became the black female version of Bill Gates, that certainly was not going to happen! Before she could respond to Nick's invitation, Jetta got up from the seat beside her and tapped her on the shoulder, signaling that she was leaving. It was an abrupt and odd exit, and Zoey's expression probably showed that, but because Jetta was already running out the door, Zoey offered a peace sign and turned back to the group. She never would have guessed that Jetta was offended by her playfully hinting that maybe she could strike up a conversation with Oscar. It wasn't her fault that he happened to be sitting close enough to Nick, who Zoey was intrigued by, and additionally, Jetta had asked while they were walking if she had her eye on someone. If she had been against Zoey socializing with other people, or had been feeling lonely, all she had to do was say that, or even more easier, simply not acted to game to set Riley up with Hudson, and then Zoey would have taken the hint. She was tipsy, but she wasn't a bad person, and she didn't favor one of her roommates over the other to a point where she was acting cliquey with Riley. If she would have expected anyone to feel mistreated, it would have been Riley, because in retrospect, Riley could have been bothered by her and Jetta teaming up against her, even if it was playfully. Zoey was confused more than anything, especially since she didn't know Jetta well yet, so this wasn't really the greatest start in seeing her as a roommate that she could hang out with.

Although Zoey wanted to continue to chat with this group since they seemed cool and fun, she felt confused enough that she felt obligated to go see if Riley knew what was up with Jetta. She had disappeared from the bar entirely by the time that Zoey glanced back in that direction, but she didn't notice that Oscar was gone too. "Cheers!" she said, downing her shot and trying to hide the disgusted look on her face as it went down. Normally, she would have felt a lot more upbeat, but she was distracted by her roommate's exit, and especially with the two girls forced to stand now, due to the lack of empty bar seats, it seemed like a perfect time for her to make a polite exit. "These are all you," she said, motioning to Chanel and Makayla as she stood up, leaving her bar stool. "I'm Zoey, by the way," she added a second later with a small laugh, realizing that she hadn't even introduced herself to Nick. "And you know, I might actually take you up on that. I'm here with my roommate though, and I'm not sure if she's into that, so I'll definitely try to catch you before you leave if she's down. And thanks for the shot!" With that, Zoey headed back to the table where Riley and Hudson were sitting. Though she felt bad dropping back in on their conversation when she had just left them, in hopes that Riley would actually be able to make a move on this guy, she didn't feel all that bad since she had really been the one to set them up in the first place. "Sorry to crash, I'm sure lots of good things are being said," she said, re-establishing herself in the booth, "But is it just me, or was Jetta leaving right now really abrupt and kinda weird?" She didn't want to seem dramatic or mean, so she left it at that. "One minute she was talking to that guy who helped move her TV in earlier, and the next, she's running out the door."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Jetta Babin

0.00 INK

Image
Riley Paige
Hex Code: #8365A1
Outfit
When the girls left 'to go to the bathroom', Riley had little time to protest. She wouldn't consider herself a shy person by nature, but she did get uncomfortable when she felt out of her element. Her interaction with guys had only ever been with those who were no more than a couple years older than her. Hudson obviously didn't look old, but he didn't look like he was in college, and late twenties to Riley, someone who was still getting used to the fact that she wasn't a teenager any longer, was a pretty adult thing. She wasn't so much uncomfortable as she was uncertain because she felt like even more of a child next to him. There was also the fact that Riley wasn't the type to lead the discussion. She really enjoyed getting to understand the vibe, especially around strangers, and participating in the conversation through listening. Having already built this manifestation of Hudson to be intimidated by, coupled with the fact that she hadn't really had anytime to gauge him, she was surely thrown for a loop. Thankfully, he broke the ice in such a smooth way, Riley only registered it when she noticed that she was feeling significantly less awkward. Her outward demeanor likely hadn't changed much in the few seconds she'd been listening to Hudson, but they were significant enough for her to reflect and wonder why she had made such a big deal out of talking to him. Going off his words alone, he seemed really down-to-earth, a feat that anyone with that characteristic would be appreciate. The fact that he was able to correctly guess that the model compliment wouldn't phase her (not because she was shallow, but because, like Hudson had said, it was cheesy) made Riley feel the most at ease. Simply because she felt less on the spot and like she was being required to flirt with him. It felt more like a conversation, and him being able to somehow tell that she wasn't the type for that pick up line was something she appreciated. Maybe she just had bad run ins with guys, but most of the ones she knew wouldn't even notice that about a girl, and if they did, they'd simply ignore it.

Granted, Riley was still feeling a bit intimidated just because Hudson did seem totally out of her league, but the paralyzing effect had disappeared. "Yeah, we actually all go to NYU." That seemed like the perfect gateway to turn the conversation to him. Riley didn't necessarily enjoy being the focus. She didn't find herself particularly interesting, and was more intrigued by others, and she had a bad tendency to believe she was taking up too much space, thereby stealing it from someone else. But she also was curious. She was hoping he wasn't one of those young, self-made typhoons because that would just be her luck. Riley was clearly shortcutting herself here, especially if her studies alone said anything, but she wasn't competitive by nature, so as soon she felt like she had met her match or better, she wasn't hard for moving aside. Part of it was just her humble nature, but a large extent of that was from insecurity. Before she got the chance to inquire about him, Jetta came over, and just as quickly, disappeared. While Hudson had been talking, she had caught a quick glimpse at the bar when Chanel had come in with her vibrant entrance. It had only been a second's glance, so from Riley's perspective, it looked like Zoey was just making friends that fast. She, of course, would have assumed Jetta was in the mix somewhere, but hadn't been looking hard enough. So it was definitely strange and out of the blue for Jetta to just disappear like that, enough so that Riley was pulled from the moment with Hudson, newly jolted by the encounter. She did smile in his direction, chuckling again at his smoothness as he slid the glass her way. She wasn't sure what to say next, because she wasn't the type to just think Jetta's actions weren't concerning. To buffer the time, she raised one of the glasses a little. "You're going to think I'm an alcoholic if I down both of these."

Zoey appeared shortly after, and it was a welcome interruption, especially with what she said. It was the confirmation Riley needed. Of all the possible reasons that Jetta could be acting the way she was, her thinking that she and Zoey were cliquing up and plotting against her was the last one. Not only because it was so grossly false, but because it was actually offensive. To plan to dump someone on a night out was a morally disgusting thing to do, so to somehow construe in your head that two people you barely knew were doing such a thing was grounds for being insulted. This was especially true when there was no evidence to back the accusations up (as far as Riley was concerned). Riley's phone had been in her purse the entire they were at the bar, and the one time she did text Zoey that night was during dinner, but even still, there was no way for Jetta to know that she had been texting Zoey of all people. Like Zoey had reasoned to herself, though Riley wouldn't claim this out loud because she didn't want it to seem like she was actually bothered, if anything, out of the group, Riley would be the one who should feel paired up against. Not only because of the dare, but because out of the three, Riley was surely the quietest. It would seemingly be a lot easier for her to feel like she was out of the loop because she wasn't extroverted like her two roommates. Like Jetta, Riley was also learning about the two girls. Sure, she knew Zoey prior to now, but they were familiar acquaintances at best. Riley knew everything was being done in good fun, though, and she assumed that since Jetta didn't seem to have any problems taking the dare, that she was caught up to speed as well. If Riley knew where Jetta's head was at, she would actually think it quite hypocritical of the girl to go talk to Hudson without her consent, and then act as though she and Zoey were pimping her out because they didn't want to hang out with her. Especially since they had been the ones to invite the girl out to begin with. Even without all of that knowledge, it certainly gave off bad energy and subconsciously made Riley question going out with Jetta. In the most ironic of ways, if Jetta continued to treat the girls as if they were a pair of villains trying to gang up on her, she'd surely catalyze that very fate, forcing the girls closer due to them being ostracized by their roommate due to her flagrant claims.

"No worries," Riley said with a soft smile, since she actually was quite grateful for Zoey's appearance. She didn't want to just jump up and leave Hudson since that would be rude, but she also wasn't going to let her roommate just leave like that and act like it was totally normal. "I didn't get that either. She seemed kind of upset to me. Did something happen up there?" Riley looked back towards the bar at the group that Zoey had just left. In the moment, she wasn't offended by Jetta's sudden exit, she was really just confused, but later, she might feel some kind of way about the girl just leaving like that. You could never tell with strangers, but Riley was always under the impression that the pack stayed together. They could separate, but they didn't disintegrate. Especially not at night by yourself. "I'm going to text her," she announced, opening their group chat.

To: Jetta, Zoey

Jetta, you ok? You just sort of left out of nowhere and it seems like something is wrong. Zoey and I wanted to make sure everything's all right.

Feeling a bit of embarrassment, she looked up from her phone, flashing Hudson an apologetic smile. "It's not a night out without a little bit of drama." While she didn't want to totally change the subject, she didn't want Jetta to suddenly become the focus of the night. She did seem perfectly capable, and maybe even like the type who would be offended by someone checking in on her (but maybe she was thinking that because the girl suddenly seemed to be in a bad mood). Riley normally wouldn't let her friend just walk out like that, but she was still tiptoeing with Jetta, and unsure what was written in the script for this kind of situation. Texting the girl seemed to be the best medium. "I see you were quite popular over at the bar," Riley nodded to Zoey then to the bar where Nick and the girls were. She finally got a good look at the girls and quietly wondered if it was just that specific corner of the bar that was oddly attractive. Placing her phone on her table so that she would hear it when Jetta, hopefully, texted her back she looked to Hudson, though she was also addressing Zoey. "I was actually just about to ask Hudson what he does. You pick out a mind reader. He guessed that this cheesy pick up line wouldn't work, and that we were students, but the last part was probably obvious."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Neil Vincent Character Portrait: Kaz Martin

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxxImage
Kaz knew that Neil would throw the party no matter what Oscar said, it was simply how he did things. Shoot first, ask questions later, and never let anything stand in the way of a good time. A life motto of the personality flawed masses. Kaz had it too, that very same need to drive on the wrong side of the metaphorical road. Luckily for the two of them, that seemed to be the kind of personality that ran rampant in New York. Blending in had never been a strong suit of his, but here, he could do that without issue.

”So never mind, no job tomorrow. Sure, throw your party.” Kaz ignored Neils smug face. ”Gotta get some fresh air though, back in a bit.” nodding lazily, Kaz waved him off with a barely audible 'sure man, have fun,' then returned to staring at Neil with nothing short of fond annoyance. It seemed as though they were actually going to throw a party. Though he didn't mind all that much, it may just wind up being the distraction they need. The final hurrah in a way, before they have to be forcibly returned to adult responsibilities and the crazy-hectic world of College. He didn't want to think about any of it, just the here and now and the way he looked forward to spending a night drunk off his ass.

"Go make your stupid flyers." Kaz said. "Jerry was just about to announce whether Datonius is banging his girlfriends best friend before you interrupted, and now I'll never know." His obsession with trash tv was no joke. Jerry Springer touched his soul on a daily basis.

"Mmm, what a shame." Neil countered, sounding far too pleased with himself. The little shit. Kaz flicked Neils shoulder, but leaned up into the other. A quick, barely satisfying kiss was all he gave up before promptly pushing Neil off of him and standing, grinning lazily. "We need alcohol. Lots of it." and the only way to get it would be to venture outside the apartment, something he had sparingly done since moving in. A habit he had developed as a way of keeping out of trouble. Being outside meant public interaction and that meant starting fights with strangers over stupid shit just to have a reason to punch each other - he wondered what the going rate for therapy was these days.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

#, as written by Bandit
Image
M a k a y l a ~ W r i g h t
Hex Code: #FF8400
Outfit: Here
The only reason for why this bar seemed pretentious, was because its name fit its theme very well, and unique artwork was hung throughout the establishment. That in itself wasn't necessarily pretentious, but Makayla (unfairly) liked to clump a lot of young artists into the hipster movement, or more-so, the "I'm spending sixty grand a year of my parents' money on an art degree that I'll never use!". It sounded bitter, which was why she wouldn't verbalize that thought, and it probably was nothing short of bitter. Other than that, though, the bar seemed cozy and filled with pretty average people. A glance at the drink specials written above the bar suggested that the prices were on the lower side for Manhattan too, which gave her a better feeling about the place. Though she had no reason to frequent bars since she didn't have any friends to socialize with, it was good to know that she could afford to come to this place once in a blue moon if she ever needed to.

Like Chanel, Makayla didn't see Nick at first, and it actually took Chanel's big statement for her to realize where the boy was sitting. Bundled up in layers, Makayla smiled, but couldn't really judge him given how her body was just beginning to recover from the cold outside. She only smiled along as Chanel spoke, her eyes drifting away from the pair for a few seconds to examine the space a little bit more. Though she had said just a minute ago that she was going to lay into Nick about making them walk through the cold, she suddenly felt more quiet now. It wasn't for any particular reason; her mood hadn't shifted that drastically, she just didn't feel like she had anything to say. That was fine, anyway, since Nick started talking, introducing them to a girl sitting beside him, that Makayla hadn't even realized he was with. She looked young, probably too young to be sitting at that bar, but Makayla only made a silent mental note of that. It was easy to assume that she was one of Nick's clients, and nothing more.

Between Nick buying a round of shots and Makayla tossing it back rather quickly, almost in a desperate manner, the girl, who introduced herself as Zoey, being momentarily distracted by a blonde, and then leaving herself, Makayla didn't get a word in, but it wasn't in an unnaturally silent way. Things were just moving quickly, and anyone who knew Makayla knew that she didn't feel the need to interject unless she actually had something that she wanted to say. She was content with just watching what was playing out, though admittedly, she did feel like rolling her eyes when Nick explained to the girl why they were there to see him. Though Zoey looked harmless, and Makayla had no idea that she lived in their building, and therefore had no reason to believe that she would ever see her again, she still didn't like her business being blasted to strangers. Leaving the seat next to Nick open for Chanel, she sat in the other one, that Jetta had previously been sitting in. Although she was tempted to order a drink, maybe a margarita or something to keep with tequila for the night, she didn't feel like spending even a reasonable eight dollars on it. She wasn't desperate for a drink anyway; she just wanted something to be able to hold and fiddle with while she was sitting there. "Damn, Nick, isn't there some sort of unspoken confidentiality clause in our transactions? I feel like that child's about to run home to her mother and tell on us," she said, her tone serious but the look on her face more light and playful as she rolled her eyes. "And you had this child nearly getting frost bite walking over here," she added, nodding to Chanel. "Not cool."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor

0.00 INK

#, as written by Thunder
Image

Image
Dialogue Color: #336A3B
Dylan waited for what felt like at least a good few minutes outside of 4D's door, before taking the silence on the other end as a sign that no one was home. Rather than knock on another door, as he originally intended to do, he felt like maybe this wasn't the smartest idea, and retreated back to his own apartment. With no internet connection though, he didn't really know what to do. He had been putting off smoking the weed that he had left until later that night, but now he was bored and had nothing better to do. Because he didn't know if his brother was tolerant of weed, he decided to smoke it in his bedroom, but with the window wide open. The cold air was intolerable, but became less noticeable with each hit he took. He had filled his pipe with only the amount that he knew he could smoke in one sitting, but he spent a solid twenty minutes working on it, until he was done. Once it was finished, he was feeling perfectly bliss. He barely even realized that the window was open, and it took the blaring siren of a passing police car for him to realize it, and shut it. He wasn't sure if his room smelled like weed, and he didn't realize that he had stuffed the small plastic bag containing the rest of it in his pocket, rather than back in the mason jar he stored it in in his closet. He was pretty oblivious, and just cruising, as he liked to call it, but that was how he liked it. For a kid with so much potential, and such a bright future, it was scary how necessary drugs were becoming in his life. What was even worse was that weed was becoming less concerning than other things he was beginning to experiment in too.

He had nearly forgotten that the WiFi was out until he sat back down and tried to connect to his Xbox Live. In a typical 2017 teenager manner, he was certain that there was nothing else worthwhile doing without Internet access... other than eating. That was something he could definitely do right now. Even though he had had pizza earlier in the day with Hudson, it was just what he was craving right now, and he found himself placing an order on Grubhub for a pie to be delivered. With the estimated time of arrival between twenty and thirty minutes away, he didn't think there would be a problem with walking to the CVS down the block to pick up a few beers to get him through the night. He had never tried his fake ID there before, but it was a pretty good one, so he didn't think that he would have a problem with it. Even if he did end up being rejected, with how content he was feeling right now, he didn't think he would mind. Pizza was the biggest thing on his mind, even as he was met with the bitter cold outside.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri

0.00 INK


Image
C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: 304 W 14th Street
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara was avoiding doing anything special tonight. It was a Friday, so some would probably find it sad for her to be sitting home alone, but sometimes, sitting home alone while everyone else was out at expensive bars and clubs and restaurants, pretending to like people that they talked shit about every other minute of the day, was liberating. It was nice to recognize that you didn't need to always do things just to make other people happy, and that your absence sometimes made people appreciate your presence all the more. Additionally, over the past few weeks, Cara had been doing a lot of socializing with old friends and she was ready for a nice, relaxing night to herself. Admittedly, she was also partially satisfied with staying in because she wanted to see if Roman would take her up on her out-of-character invitation to come over tonight, but she wasn't banking on it. Just as he was skeptical of her intentions, she was skeptical of his. She didn't think that his intentions were pure to begin with, but what she was really unsure about, was whether he would actually go through with sleeping with her again. She was intrigued by him, and that was why she was willing to initiate a second round, but she didn't want to be the one pushing it, only to have him stand her up and try to rub that in her face later on. She wasn't that into him. In reality, she wasn't sure why she liked him. She supposed that once she realized that Nick wasn't an option for her, it became more clear that Roman also offered that bad boy vibe that she was turned on by, but without any strings attached. Granted, he was still friends with Brooklyn, and additionally, he didn't fit the image of someone that she would typically date or fool around with, but if it was just a no strings attached kind of situation, they could avoid both of those things being a problem. Part of Cara felt like she was soon going to crave a relationship (not necessarily with him, just in general), but for now, she thought that she would do okay with something purely sexual. She didn't think he could have any objections about that either. The only issue would be doing so in a discrete enough manner that no one would find out.

To: Roman
I'm not desperate enough to lie. If you sold it for heroin money, I'll kill you bc I actually liked that clutch...

Maybe the text that she sent back to him wasn't the best to set the mood, but Cara couldn't entirely abandon her normal personality, especially after such a dumb text. As she changed out of her pajamas into a nicer "pajama set"; one that she would insist were part of her normal pajama wardrobe, and not actually lingerie or something that she was wearing for the first time, which it was, she sent a follow-up text.

To: Roman
So hurry up, find it, and come over. The door's unlocked. Collin and your friend are gone for the night, and I'm getting bored.

She also responded to Chanel's text, that she hadn't noticed had come in a while ago, until just now.

To: Chanel
Hahaha stop! I hope you like it! You know I have to give good Christmas gifts bc I need all the good karma for the new year anyway Image

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens

0.00 INK

#, as written by Writer
Image
H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083
Holly had laid in bed for what felt like forever, but really probably wasn't more than fifteen or twenty minutes before becoming unusually restless. It was normally quite easy for her to fall asleep. She never struggled with that, and so even laying in bed awake for five minutes made her feel like something was off. She wasn't sure why it was impossible for her to turn her brain off tonight, and because it was so uncharacteristic, it also felt alarming. Her first thought was that she was getting sick. That had to be it. But that was unacceptable! Today was Friday, and she didn't have school tomorrow. There was no point in being sick if she wasn't going to be able to miss school the next day! The anxiety that these thoughts caused her eventually had her getting out of bed. She hadn't realized that Makayla hadn't come back into her room as promised until she was actually standing up, and deciding that it felt like Makayla had left her alone hours ago, even if that was an exaggeration. "Makayla," she called out in what began as a shout, but quickly lowered into a hushed tone once she remembered that Chanel was possibly asleep too. The last thing she needed was Makayla yelling at her for being rude. The bathroom door was open, the lights off, and when Holly flipped them on, she confirmed that her sister wasn't in there. She turned the corner into the living room and kitchen area, only to find that that space was vacant as well. She was feeling very nervous by then. It wasn't even necessarily the element of being left home alone that alarmed her. She didn't like that to an extent, but over the past few weeks, she had grown more comfortable with it. What was making her anxious was that she hadn't been warned that she was going to be home alone. Makayla had promised that she was showering and then going to bed too, but now, as she confirmed by knocking on Chanel's door rapidly and then cracking the door open, neither her sister nor Chanel were home. Suddenly, the apartment felt bigger and darker and spookier than it ever had, and Holly was very uneasy about the thought of staying there when everyone else had vanished.

Half-convinced that there was a serial killer waiting to make her his next victim, she hurried back to her room at a pace that reflected how alarmed she was, and slipped on the moccasins that Cara had gotten her, before fleeing the apartment. Surprisingly, her expression went from that of someone who had just seen a ghost, to a more relieved one, when she spotted Roman in the hallway too. It was surprising only because Holly hadn't been Roman's biggest fan since the Disney trip, but also not so surprising, because any familiar face felt comforting in light of a scary experience. Why her expression had really softened, though, related to how Holly had seen Brooklyn going into that same apartment hours ago, and assumed that Brooklyn was still in there. "Is Brooklyn in there?" she asked, pointing to the door behind him. "Because I need to ask her a question about Makayla. She and Chanel were just kidnapped and Brooklyn is really smart and will know how to help me find them," she declared.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK

═══════════════════════════
Image
ROMAN || KILLENS
Outfit
Hex code: #11519E
═══════════════════════════
After the conversation with Chanel, Roman had forgotten to text Cara back he found her purse, and to ask when she wanted it by. He didn't plan on coming over until a bit later anyway, and not thinking to wait to hear from Nick, he left his phone in the kitchen and made another small meal. If Roman's stature told him anything, it was no surprise that he had such a bearlike appetite. His metabolism still hadn't caught up to him yet, so he was still enjoying the benefits being young brought. What he made couldn't really be called a meal, though, since it was just a bowl of sugar. Roman didn't plan on just sitting watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal, but he thought he was still waiting to hear from Nick. Roman also didn't really have a plan in general though. If he got too bored, he would head down to Art Bar to kill some time, but for now, he was fine sitting in front of a screen and chilling out. It wasn't until he heard his phone clamor against the counter top did he remember that he had meant to text Cara. Oddly enough, she was the one who had texted him, as well as Nick not too long. He briefly wondered how he'd missed that message, but after reading the two that Cara sent, he quickly had his answer.

To: Nick

Nah, probably not

The purse was sitting on his bed where he'd last left it. He could have easily texted her to chill out because he had found it, but that was too nice of a response in his mind. He felt like he had to dig a little deeper just simply because of the principle of it. He didn't figure Cara would actually take him seriously, but he didn't care about that so much as he did being able to say it.

To: Cara
i found it in the bin. confused the retched thing for trash. silly me

Only another minute passed before he headed for the door. Just long enough for him to cleanse his teeth and grab Cara's bag. He didn't think he'd be coming over at this time, but he certainly wasn't complaining. That was until he was in the middle of locking his door and heard an unfortunately familiar voice behind him. Roman placed the bag behind his body some, not knowing that that would be the last thing Holly was probably thinking about in the moment. Given the girl's normal behavior, if he came out with a red button on his shirt he'd surely be harassed for it. Him carry a woman's purse was bound to raise a few questions. Thankfully, the one he got was one about Brooklyn. He blinked, confused at first, before frowning. "Holly, Brooklyn's at work because she's an adult and that's what adults do," he said, not putting in enough effort to be cruel, but also not bothering to be particularly kind either. He didn't realize he'd set himself up for a nice rebuttle from Holly, wondering why he wasn't at work since he was presumably an adult as well. "And Chanel and your sister haven't been kidnapped. You know that's a really serious thing to say? You shouldn't say that if you don't know it's true. They just went down the street for a second. You're old enough to be by yourself for a minute. Just don't microwave a fork and you'll be fine." If Roman was even trying to be helpful, and not the least bit dumb, he would have taken notice of the strangeness of the whole situation. Holly was always asleep early, and that was something he even knew. The girl's attire spoke to that as well. She didn't really have any business wondering around and so it would have made the most sense to just contact her sister or at the very least tell Holly to go back inside and quit whining (not that she was whining). But when Roman didn't feel like being bothered with Holly--normally when he wasn't expecting her presence--he didn't take the time to consider the unique case that was Holly Maddon, and perhaps it was because he didn't want to actually feel like he was babysitting someone who was at the age where they could, in some aspects, take care of themselves.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens

0.00 INK

#, as written by Writer
Image
H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083

═══════════════════════════
Image
ROMAN || KILLENS
Outfit
Hex code: #11519E
═══════════════════════════
"I do know it's true, because Makayla would never do that without telling me, so their kidnapper probably forced them down the street!" Holly didn't really pick up on the lack of tolerance or interest in Roman's voice. She wasn't particularly interested in sticking around to chat with him either, so it made it all the less likely that she would put forth the effort to analyze him, when she barely did that to people she cared for to begin with. "And I would never microwave a fork!" she insisted, before laughing at a thought in her head, and verbalizing it out loud, "Unless it was marshmallow flavored!" It didn't take more than a few seconds of laughter for her to temporarily abandon her anxious mood, as she continued to speak. "I hope you don't microwave one either, Roman!" she added, a momentarily pause falling before she laughed again. "Your name sounds like Ro-min, and 'min' could be the nickname for Minty. Is your real name Ro-minty?" she asked, clearly very amused with herself. "I think I'll call you Minty from now on. Especially because you're skinny like a candy cane!" The effects of the Aderall were clearly only really showing themselves through her restlessness and inability to fall asleep, not necessarily in helping her stay on track with a certain train of thought. It wasn't the miracle drug that Makayla thought it was, at least, but then again, Holly had only taken one low, starting dose. Maybe things would get better over time.

Roman wasn't sure what he was expecting, yet Holly had still managed to leave him speechless. He couldn't wrap his head around the way she processed things, so part of his silence, besides sheer annoyance, was the inevitable confusion from trying to fabricate how she went from kidnappers to Minty. Just the Minty train of thought by itself was weird enough to make him turn his head, and so he didn't really have anything to say. The few things that did come to mind were, admittedly, a bit mean, and would likely keep her in front of him for longer than he wanted. Even now, he was growing impatient, although he shouldn't have reasonably expected that Holly would quietly go back to her place. Instead of humoring himself or her, he took a few steps in her direction, and very matter-of-factly thumped her on the forehead. "You're being a pest. And you wonder why your sister and Chanel are nowhere to be found." Given that it was Holly, it was a pretty mean thing to say, but Roman refused to acknowledge Holly being the way she was. He never really went out of his way to be mean to her, but he did have a shorter fuse for her, not because he didn't like the girl. She was sweet and obviously well-meaning, but he couldn't get pass the fact that all the problems (if they could be called that) he ran into with her shouldn't have been problems to begin with. Being sweet could only take you so far when you were a nuisance the rest of the time.

Roman reached into his pocket, figuring the best way to get rid of Holly would be to see when the girls would be coming back. He couldn't imagine they would be out for much longer, but telling the girl to wait 'for a little bit' likely wouldn't have sufficed. "They're probably on the way back." Ultimately, his pocket turned out to be empty. Really only because it would be for his own benefit, and not necessarily because it would be useful to Holly, he started back for his apartment. "I'm going to check my phone to see when they'll be back," he said, not thinking in the moment that it would be wise to let her inside as well. In reality, he knew it would only take a couple of seconds, so inviting her inside didn't seem necessary either.

"Whatever you say, Minty!" Holly chirped, still laughing to herself at Roman's new perfectly-fitting nickname. Though she had physically heard him say that he was going to check his phone in the apartment for her, that had essentially went in one ear and out the other the second that Roman left her sight. She glanced at his apartment one time before turning away and heading downstairs, where she had originally been planning on going. It was likely that by the time she reached the front door to the street, she would realize how unbearable it would be to go outside without a coat on, but for now, she was still in the mindset that she had to try to find Makayla. Roman had been a pleasant distraction to alleviate the fear she had been feeling upon first realizing that she had been abandoned, but spending any time waiting for him would have been a distraction that would have felt limiting for Holly. She hadn't been in a mood where she became overly sensitive and offended by his personality, luckily, so in one way, it was probably better that she hadn't lingered and continued to poke fun at him.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

0.00 INK



Image
✧ NICK MORENO ✧
Dialogue Color: #bb1a39
Outfit

Nick nodded to Zoey, who made her exit soon after another girl had come over and taken her attention away from a second. He wasn't pressed on having her come over to spoke, but the idea of getting a new client, or even two, wasn't something that he would turn down. Young college kids were great business for him, especially since a lot of them had lots of friends who they would either buy for, or send to him for more individual transactions. The way that Makayla had perceived his comments to her had him second guessing that, though he was able to sense that she was at least partially joking. Makayla was an interesting girl. She was typically quiet and reserved, but not in a way where she seemed like the girl that had nothing to say or contribute. There was almost an air of wisdom about her, that made it seem like she only spoke when it was necessary, but her words usually were more appreciated than someone who constantly needed to fill the silence with words. Nick had smoked with her many times, so he had been able to see her personality more firsthand and knew that she actually had a good sense of humor, and a strong character about her. She was the kind of person who was intriguing in the sense that it was very easy, for Nick at least, to want to know more about her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I didn't realize it was that deep." To address her last complaints, about him forcing Chanel out into the cold, he turned back to the bartender who had come over to take their empty shot glasses. "And I'm gonna bother you once more for another round of shots, if you don't mind," he said to the man, before smirking as he glanced over at Chanel, and then Makayla. "This one needs another to warm up her body, and this one needs one to warm up her soul," he joked. Once the bartender had moved to get new glasses and the tequila, he looked back at the girls more seriously. "I'm not trying to keep you guys from your nights, though, so I actually am sorry for that mess up on my part. Are you guys going out tonight? I'm surprised you're not working," he said, looking at Makayla before glancing back at Chanel, as he realized that he had no idea what she did for a living. "What do you do for work, again?" he asked, sure that Chanel had told him at one point. "You should do what she did," he said, nodding to Makayla, "And get Brooklyn to get you something at her place. Good money, or so I've heard."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Roman Killens

0.00 INK

═══════════════════════════
Image
ROMAN || KILLENS
Outfit
Hex code: #11519E
═══════════════════════════
As expected, it took a matter of seconds for Roman to come back out to the hallway. His phone was just on the kitchen counter, so it was really a matter of walking a few feet and then returning, but by the time he did, Holly was nowhere to be seen. It didn't at all occur to him that that would, at the very least, be an orange flag. He assumed, however, that Holly had grown impatient or bored, or likely both, and gone back inside. His assumption wasn't so far off base for the former, but the latter was definitely head turning, especially considering he was supposed to be so intellectually gifted. Now, he was just being stupid and careless, and a lot of that was just because he didn't care. He didn't care enough to really give Holly the attention she needed, even just the attention to understand that she wasn't a typical teenager. If that was too much to ask for him, then everything that followed suit was surely less surprising. He was constantly dumbfounded by her words and antics and the things she got herself into, yet oddly enough, he never seemed to prevent any of them from happening when he had the ability to. If he seriously thought Holly was about to do something stupid, like walk outside, he wasn't clueless enough to think that was okay. But right now, he was giving Holly perhaps a bit too much credit, and selfishly so because he truly didn't want to be bothered with her, and assumed she was back home safe.

When he got to Cara's, he tried the door gingerly. She'd said it was going to be unlocked, but he still found himself turning the knob as if it was a guessing game. He didn't immediately see Cara when he entered, but it only took a few extra steps towards the living room for her to cross his line of vision, pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised, a reaction that briefly registered on his face before dissipating behind a coy smirk. Making his way into the kitchen, he stood a foot or so away from her, leaning against the counter top. Although he knew where things would eventually lead to, he didn't expect to see her dressed in a silk set. He wasn't going to approach things ostentatiously, just because he did have some tact about him, and part of him was still wary and felt a need to keep up appearances. He told himself that he had to play aloof so he didn't seem too interested, although anyone who was coming over just for sex obviously didn't have but so much discretion on their side. But with her looking like this? It definitely set the tone and Roman felt less of a need to be as tactful as before. She looked good, and his eyes were telling of that. How was he going to act casually when she was the clear opposite of it? If her appearance said anything, it was that she wasn't trying to dance around the subject, and Roman had no problem with that. He wasn't going to pulling and kissing on her though. He wasn't some kind of deprive, ravenous animal. And, although the circumstances might have told differently, outside of that, he really didn't know her that well. Outside of the commonplace insulting banter they engaged in, she was little more than an acquaintance. Being so callous with someone did break down a lot of barriers much faster, though, so it didn't feel like he was just hooking up with a total stranger, even if he couldn't tell you her favorite color or her middle name.

When she finished pouring, he slid the glass across the counter closer to him while taking a half step closer to her. Despite his evidently pleased expression, he still felt it necessary to play cool. "I don't know why you got so dressed up when it's going to come right off," he said, pulling slightly on the bottom of her robe. After lingering for a moment, he half-ruined the moment, if it could be called that by moving back and putting her purse on the counter, his voice and position no longer sultry. "Here's this damned 'clutch' of yours," he said, trying to remember the exact word Cara could use, because his accessory vocab really didn't extend pass purse or bag. Even if it wasn't an ugly one, he would still act like it was just for the sake of it. "You sure you don't want me to burn it?" Roman turned to her, and after a quick once over because it was simply impossible to avoid being cheeky, gave a conclusive wink. "I'd do that for you."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor

0.00 INK

#, as written by Thunder
Image

Image
Dialogue Color: #336A3B

His beer run had taken a little bit longer than expected, but luckily, not for any reasons regarding his fake ID. There had just been an unusually long line at the store, thanks to two of the self-checkout kiosks being disabled. He made it home with two Bud Light tall boys, and one black cherry lemonade Mike's Harder tall boys. He felt stupid buying the last, and he knew that his friends would all grill him for being a "girly" drink, but he really was curious to see what it tasted like. All of the girls that he hung out with seemed to drink them by the dozen, and though he was sure that the high sugar content would make his stomach feel too full, he wasn't against giving it a shot. He had a whole pizza and some garlic knots to finish (though by now, he had completely forgotten that he had added the knots to the order too), so the drinks were going to be welcomed once the food got there. Coincidentally, by the time that he got back to the building, he got an alert on his phone that the delivery man should be there within the next five minutes, and luckily for Dylan, it only took two or three. "Duuuuuuude," he responded, a cheesy grin on the face as he accepted the pizza box and bag on top. "You are the fucking best, bro," he said, probably sounding pretty obnoxious as he thanked the delivery man. What probably would have been a better thank you would have been a nice tip, but Dylan had paid online when ordering, and he wasn't that nice as to feel like tipping when he wasn't already taking out cash.

He nearly dropped the pizza while making his way up the first flight of stairs, but managed to catch it before it slid out of his grip. He wasn't bothered by it though, and actually muttered out a "Fuck, man," with a laugh, as he regained control over it. He reached the second flight of stairs when a red-headed girl, probably somewhere around his age, came bounding towards him. She barely seemed to be paying attention, and since Dylan wasn't either, they nearly collided until she stopped abruptly in front of him. He laughed, because that seemed like the most appropriate thing to do, and when he noticed the cat pajamas she was wearing, his grin grew even wider. "Sick pajamas. They look warm," he said, trying to be cheeky somewhat, but also being partially genuine in the compliment, because they did look warm, and a girl as cute as she was could definitely pull them off.