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Jetta Babin

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a character in “City Living”, as played by birthstone_spirits

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.........................A LOW-KEY GEMINI
.........."It's 2 AM and I'd give my first born for a fat burger and a blunt right now. "

xxxFull Name; Jetta Anna Babin ( JE-TAH ANN-AH BAHB-IN)
xxxGender; Female
xxxBirthday; June, 5, 1995 (21 years)
xxxHometown; Charleston, South Carolina
xxxSexuality; Heterosexual, but questioningxxxOccupation; Junior at NYU (Computer Programming, Digital Art and Design minor); Works part time as a waitress at The Cornerstone Cafe, a popular East Village brunch spot.
xxxEthnicity; Caucasian

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..skindeep...........

Height; 5'7"
Weight; 125 lb
Body shape; Lean and straight,
not very curvaceous.

Skin; Pale with Red undertones.
Hair; Naturally dirty blonde,
but dyed platinum. Wavy, falls to mid back.

Eyes; Blue
Oddities; Her noticeably shitty posture. She's spent so many late nights hunched over her Wacom tablet that family members joke about about how she's "shrinking faster than Maw-Maw."
Preferred Style; Ripped jeans and family reunion T-Shirts with holes in them. Boy shorts with tights and tennis shoes or Dad sandals in the summer. Big cardigans. She might wear the occasional dress but it's probably going to be black and very minimalist.
Accessories; She always wanted to be a jewelry girl, but loses every cheap ring or necklace she's ever brought home from one of her bi-annual trips to H&M.

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........southernfriedmess..
......................................Adventurous ✦ Resourceful ✧ Humorous ✦ Impulsive ✧ Anxious ✦ Unorganized

Jetta Babin is a talented young artist with lots of charisma and great visual tastes. With her adventurous nature and low-brow humor, the transplant New Yorker could easily be described as someone who is extremely open minded, grounded and down for anything life throws at her. Not to mention the sliver of southern charm and candor that makes her good company in a fast-paced high pressure city like New York. And sure, maybe she forgets to turn in her rent every now and then. And yeah, she might have earned her second citation for being late to work. But she’s just a lovable millennial trying to hustle in the big city! And Hollywood eats those kinds of narratives up, right? Right?

Right… Okay well, maybe Jetta Babin is a little bit of a mess. Or maybe a big bit of a mess. She’s terminally late to everything, she over-books her schedule, and her personal space is so incohesive and eclectic that it could easily be mistaken for a cluttered pawn shop. Not to mention the festering, unhealthy relationship she has yet to address with her red-blooded, conservative family.

It’s not that she actively ignores her responsibilities. She actually cares a lotβ€”so much that she might suffer from some mild, undiagnosed anxiety. But her attention is wistfully tossed to the newest thing, often without completely resolving what she was focused on in the first place.

Despite graphic design and digital art being Jetta’s deepest passions, so many of her personal projects (digital comics, design blogs, Instagram accounts) have fallen flat. After completing one chapter of a comic, or composing her fourth post on Instagram, the stress of balancing school, work and recreational late night debauchery, leaves each project wilted as the plants Jetta insists on buying yet always forgets to water.

Unfinished work is a lifelong motif that has foiled Jetta not only in her art, but in her education. And as Jetta navigates her junior year as a computer programming major at NYU, she increasingly questions whether or not she should forego the additional debt and drop out to make more time for her design passion. Or stick to it and hopefully land a safe tech job that can supplement her life in a big city.

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L I K E S
Super Mario Kart; It reminds her of summer months spent playing the Game Cube at her cousin's house.
Tattoos; She got her first shoulder tattoo (a cluster of flowers) last year and is already planning her next one.
Fonts; Graphic designers have a special love of fonts and it isn't uncommon for them to guess the fonts used on restaurant signs and billboards when out with friends.
Worn T shirts; While she respects that not everyone would want to wear a strip club T shirt they found at a thrift store in North Carolina, she needs you to respect that she's gonna wear that shit to threads until she dies.
A Chick-Fil-A Meal; Don't get her wrong, she hates their politics. But God damn how did they master the most complete fast food trifecta: A buttery chicken sandwich, waffle fries and the perfect lemonade?

D I S L I K E S
Trump Voters; To be fair, a couple of them gave birth to her and she doesn't like them either.
Long Boards; She hates New York skater culture. Feels very fuckboy.
Turkey; Chicken forever.
People who don't dance at parties where you're supposed to dance; Why the hell are you here then?
Strict Plans/Schedules; She knows herself well enough to know that she's not going to follow directions.


F A V O R I T E S
Color; Black
Movie; Misery
Holiday; Pi Day (March 14) ;)
Season; Fall
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..a workin progress...........


S T R E N G T H S
Good Natured; Even if the results don't pan out in the ways she expects them to, Jetta never means any malice and typically does things because she thinks they are the right things to do. (Even if they aren't.)
Care free; Despite having bouts of anxiety, Jetta is a rather carefree individual in the presence of others and takes pride in her ability to cheer others up.
Out spoken; Jetta tends to be very honest and out spoken and if something doesn't seem right she's probably gonna tell you so.

F L A W S
Unfocused; Jetta's lack of focus makes it hard for her to maintain serious projects, commitments or relationships.
Immature; Jetta will cuss, fuss, and get sloppy on a night out. Which is fine except she doesn't have a filter that guides her on when she should be more reserved, formal or professional.
Unreliable; Despite Jetta being a fine friend and confidant in the moment, she might not be the most reliable friend due to the messes she gets herself into. She has a lot of growing to do.

H O B B I E S
Going to DIY concerts and art shows in Brookyln, Drawing, Hanging out in Parks, Night walks /

L A N G U A G E S
English/

F E A R S
Never drawing again, not being financially stable, never being able to get her shit together, living with her parents after graduation/

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........littlebeginnings..

Jetta was born in Charleston, North Carolina to two modestly-living outspoken southerners who voted for George W. Bush twice. Jetta and her brother Bret had simple childhoods. Bret loved pickup trucks and learned to use a rifle on their grand parents’ farm. And Jetta was an adventurous tomboy and daddy’s girl who wanted to β€œdo what Bret do,” but was always pushed into local debutant balls and Christmas pageants at the church. Jetta was always a β€œsharper knife” than Bret though, and tended to make better grades. For high school, her parents felt inclined to send her off to a prestigious boarding school in Texas where she could get a better education. It was a pretty price that they struggled to pay, but they thought it was worth it.

It was there that Jetta was exposed to people from other walks of life that she would have never met in her small community. She discovered her interest in art and began making friends with other artistically minded people. It was also where she began learning more about computers. Jetta was never really passionate about coding. It was only something she learned how to do because the high school councilors stressed the importance of gaining β€œdigital skills.” Every kid at her school who desperately wanted to land an out of state college took programing and coding classes. And Jetta, though she wasn’t a prodigy, happened to not be terrible at it.
She was more conscious about her identity than ever in high school, and when she went home to her small community she often questioned her family’s outlooks on other people. It was when her family blew her opinions off as spending too much time at β€œthat fancy school” that the rift between the newly conscious Jetta and her parents began.

When Jetta got into NYU her parents were happy but understandably concerned about the school’s terrible financial aid package. But it was her top school so Jetta agreed that she would work while she was in college and also took on a sizable amount of debt. Her time in New York further alienated her from the folks back home and holidays became more awkward.

The breaking point was in November 2016 when Donald Trump won the election. Jetta’s parents and brother were avid Trump supporters who believed that he would provide the change America needed. Jetta saw things differently. Yet before he won she always dismissed their active support as something harmless, never taking it upon herself to challenge them on their politics. That is, until that year’s Thanksgiving.

A huge fight erupted and Jetta (who bought her own ticket with her savings) flew back to New York early, never to return for Christmas. She’s barely spoken to her family since, but still worries what they think of her choices. As she debates dropping out of college, she wonders what her parents would say.



Page design Credits to necromatinae

So begins...

Jetta Babin's Story

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β€œGlitter on the west streets
Silver over everything
The rivers all wet…”


Jetta chanted along to these words as she drew. Mouthing them with vigor and contorting her face like a rock star who was singing the closing banger to an iconic tour. The sounds of synthesizers and electric guitars flooded through her headphones as the stylus loosely pinched between her fingers glided and twirled against the surface of her modestly-sized (though in all honestly it was quite small) Wacom tablet. Her eyes were trained on the computer screen, jittering this way and that as each new cluster of pixels revealed themselves as smooth, pressure sensitive strokes. Recently, she’d been inspired by superheroes, namely the female ones. And so for a few months she’d been among the legions of internet artists drawing their favorite big-busted, latex clad heroines, each of them in competition to see who can make their Wonder Woman the most distinguished. This time she was working on Riri Williams, the black female incarnation of Iron Man that shook up the world of comic books. And her bionic suit, a chromatic collection of reds and golds landed her portrait work in Jetta’s glam rock playlist on Spotify.

The song, which was by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, reached its chorusβ€”a breathless procession of the phrase (and title of the song) β€œHeads Will Roll.” It was typically at this point in the song where Jetta would be overcome with excitement and a desire to throw her head back, dance and play the air bass because she was more of a bass guitar person than an electric guitar person anyway. But instead she restrained herself, attempting to channel that same energy into the springs and curls of Riri’s hair.

By the song’s end, she rubbed her red flushed eyes. It was almost 6pm and she hadn’t bathed, had barely eaten, and hadn’t dared to look outside since she woke up at 10 AM. That’s how Fridays typically were for Jetta, who arranged her class schedule so that she had Fridays off. And while she would have normally had work, she convinced her manager that she needed the entire week to move in and would be back at the restaurant by Monday. She drew her cursor to the menu and saved her drawing. It was still mostly line art, but it was coming together.

Jetta stood up for a stretch and a long gasp of air slipped from her lungs as she realigned her back and rolled her shoulders. One thing was for sure, Fridays like this were never good for her posture. She kicked off her sweat pants and started looking for her towel, which was lost in the mess of her clothes. Though she was mostly unpacked, she still hadn’t sorted her clothes and put them away. But once she found a towel she strode to the shower.

Jetta didn’t know much about her roommates though they seemed perfectly nice. She met them in one of those NYU housing pages where they were looking for a third roommate to make rent cheaper. And Jetta, who had previously been subletting a couch in a one bedroom were damn near four people lived (it was supposed to be three but one of them had a boyfriend) jumped at the opportunity to stay somewhere else. Sure the rent was a little bit higher, but Jetta figured that if she got her shit together and took a few more shifts during the week she wouldn’t see a huge difference in her wallet. Anyway, Zoey and Riley seemed like perfectly fine people. But Jetta, feeling like the odd one out since they only met in person a few days ago, was determined not to be flagged as the annoying roommate. Which explains why her shower went by as quickly as it did.

Freshened, she slinked back into her room bundled in a towel for warmth. New York in the winter was never Jetta’s favorite. And in a true southern fashion she often over compensated in layers of warmth. It took half an hour to blow dry her hair and find the right clothes, but she settled on wearing thermal fleece leggings under sweat pants, a T shirt and flannel under a pull over hoodie, and thick wool socks that peeked out from the neck of her Timberland work boots. It wasn’t the fabulous pumpkin spice look that so many New York women have mastered, but by God Jetta was warm. With her long blonde tresses still tucked into the pull over, she pulled a skull cap over her ears and adorned her scarf and gloves.

Today, Jetta decided, she was going to grab a nice hot dollar slice of pizza and a beer. And because the table top flat screen Jetta contributed to the apartment hadn’t been shipped yet, she figured she’d also go see a movie too.

The blonde took the stairs down to the lobby and the heavy thud of her workboats created a rhythmic pat down the staircase. Downstairs a man was checking his mail. But not too far from him was an amazon box. Admittedly, Jetta was the kind of person to see who the box was addressed to, even if she hadn’t ordered anything. She pranced past the man checking his mail and uttered a courteous β€œMornin” to him. The twang of her southern accent rang loudly in the place of the dropped β€˜g’ sound.

β€œOh well I suppose the TV came after all,” she hummed aloud as she peered at the mailing label with her name on it. She bent down and hoisted the box up. It wasn’t particularly heavy as much as it was inconveniently sized. So Jetta had a hard time keeping a grip.

β€œExcuse me,” she asked the man. β€œYou know if there’s any sort of elevator in this building?”

When Jetta moved in her and the folks helping her move just took the stairs. And while four flights weren’t completely terrible, they could be incredibly annoying.

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Zoey was terrible at managing her money. That was what she told herself, on repeat, as she stared at the email confirmation for a recent order made at Sephora. It was only for around thirty dollars, but for someone who was living off of student loans, spending thirty dollars on a moisturizing sleep mask probably wasn't the most economical move. Zoey was good at rationalizing her purchase in the moment, though. She had reassured herself, earlier on her break at work, that this winter air was just too damn dry. Not only did she need to take extra precautions with her hair, but her skin too. She would never call herself a beauty guru or anything like that, but she definitely prided herself in maintaining healthy hair, and glowing, clear skin. Part of it was simply for superficial reasons, but she undoubtedly felt happier and healthier when she looked that way too. At what cost that was worth, was still up for debate. Her parents had insisted that she use the money they gave her for Christmas for essentials. Since she paid for her rent every month with her loans, that was covered (in a way that shouldn't have felt so comfortable and secure to Zoey, since the debt only continued to stack up, and she was only in her second year of school...), but living in New York was expensive nonetheless. Between the cost of transportation, especially in the winter when walking became less enjoyable, and the inflated prices of food, clothes, and basic living things, money was always tight. Most college students probably felt that way, but Zoey considered herself to be a pretty hard worker, even if she was only really able to work fifteen to twenty hours during the semester due to her school schedule. Even with that, though, she was usually taking home around $250 or $300 a week depending on tips, so that should have been more than enough spending money for someone who didn't pay for anything more than her part of a cable bill in terms of actual bills. Somehow, Zoey's money always disappeared and despite having literal receipts of where it all went, she still tried to play the shocked card on days like today, when she checked her online bank statement and found the balance to be far lower than it needed to be.

In typical Zoey fashion, the only way that she knew how to cope with the stress associated with thinking about money was to stop thinking about it. She quickly closed out the email and her bank app on her phone, and focused on paying attention to her surroundings. She had spent the last semester living in an apartment right around the corner from the main area of NYU's campus. It also happened to be very close to her job. Her new apartment was preferable in terms of being a couple hundred dollars cheaper, but it was now a twenty minute walk from work, and she had barely gotten through Washington Square Park before she began to question whether it was a good move. The weather was just too cold today. It left the tips of her fingers feeling sore, and her toes feeling lifeless, despite being bundled up in enough layers to make it look like she was about to spend six months living in the arctic tundra. Adjusting to the cold weather had been a transition for her. Back home, when temperatures dropped into the 40's, she was whipping out her heated blanket. Here, during the winter, the temperature staying in the 40's would basically be a blessing at this point. She could and would complain about the weather, but overall, Zoey knew that she was blessed. She was living in New York, trying to figure out life, but doing things big and taking opportunities. This was what she wanted, and even if she would complain about the little things, overall, she was quite happy with her life at the moment. There were some things she'd change... she wished that her final grades for the past semester had been higher in a few courses... she wished she had a boyfriend... and she definitely wished that she had more money... but she was luckier than most people, and she was aware of that.

When she finally made it back to the apartment, she was relieved - partly because it offered respire from the cold, but also because she was proud of herself for not walking past the building like she had done multiple times this week, trying to adjust to it being her new home. "No elevator," Zoey said, shaking her hand as she invited herself into the conversation that she had walked in on Jetta having with an unknown male. She barely knew Jetta, but Zoey was an outgoing person, so it didn't take much for her to warm up to people, and that was especially true in a situation like hers with Jetta, where they would be living together. "My hands are literally on the brink of falling off because of how frozen they are, but unless this kind, strong, gentleman wants to help you carry this up, give me one side," she said playfully, smiling as she purposely hinted for the guy to help. As she had said, she would help if need be, but she was half-convinced at this point that her hands were permanently frozen into the interior of her pockets with how badly they didn't want to come out, even now that the air inside was mostly warm.

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Oscar & Jetta & Zoey




It was expected, in an apartment building such as this, that Oscar was going to inevitably run into a few people out in the hallways or by the mailboxes. As he read through a couple of his letters, his sandwich hanging from his mouth whenever he had to use both hands to open an envelope, a blonde came bouncing down the stairs and uttered a polite β€˜Morning’ to him. Oscar only gave a polite nod in response as his hands were tied up and his food was currently occupying his mouth. She moved past him, towards a box that was near the rest of the mailing area, and just as he was about finished with his letters, he noticed her turn towards him. Elevator? If there was, it would have been in the center of the stairwell column Oscar thought. He was about to reply when instead another woman came in from the cold and interjected on his behalf.

Naturally then came the request for help, in a different more playful tone, but it was there. Of course, he was given an out in the form of the new woman offering to take a side, but it was heavily implied that he would simply do it because compliments make the world go round apparently. Oscar gave a sigh, clasping the mail together and shoving some of it into his breast pocket while the rest went into the back pocket of his jeans. His sandwich was only half eaten, and by now he had had it in his mouth for some time, he took a bite out of it before essentially lodging it in between his teeth to free up his hands. He walked over to the couple, not saying anything because of the obvious, and grabbed the side that would allow him to be on the bottom carrying side going up. With a motion of his head, he signaled for the blonde to pick up her side and lead the way, since he had no idea where he was going with this.

β€œHey there!” Jetta chirped after Zoey’s initial interjection about the elevator. She hadn’t seen either of her roommates all day today, but better late than never! Truthfully, the blonde was pretty prepared to rough it on her own but Zoey’s suggestion was just too convenient and charismatic to pass up.

β€œI mean, if you don’t mind any?” She inquired reluctantly as she turned back toward the man. But almost as soon as she prompted him he was already hoisting up one side of the box, sandwich hanging from his mouth. She raised her brows and moved to latch herself to the other side.

As she backed onto the stairs she offered a toothy, almost goofy smile. β€œWe appreciate the help by the way. I’m Jetta, how bout you?” They were almost up the first landing and without thinking she jutted her hand towards him for a shake. But she immediately recoiled when her side of the box gaveway. She recoiled her hand, jamming her knee up into the box to regain the steadiness she’d forfeited for a simple handshake.

β€œSorry my bad,” she rasped as she backed into the second flight. She always hated looking dumb, especially in a city like New York where people might think everyone from the south was an ignorant bumpkin. As if dropping the box wasn’t dumb enough, she was doubly embarrassed that she was expecting him to talk back to her with a mouth full of ham.

β€œYeah,” she said, nodding frantically. β€œMy bad.”

The silence on the guy's part was a bit off-putting, but given that he literally had a mouth full of sandwich, it was more of Zoey's sensitive side talking, than an actual reflection of his personality. She couldn't expect him to chuckle or even crack a smile when he physically couldn't, really. Besides, he did end up taking the side of the television box opposite Jetta and nodded for them to lead the way, so at least he was actually helping. Zoey felt a bit misplaced now, with no way to help, but as she had originally hinted at, she didn't necessarily want to either, when her body was still recovering from a twenty minute walk in the freezing cold. So, she opted to lead the way in front of them, because then, at the very least, she decided that she could quickly open the apartment door to help in that way. "And I'm Zoey," she added after Jetta introduced herself, nearly dropping the TV in the process. "And if you happen to be lucky enough to live on the fourth floor," she said, grinning, though she wasn't actually facing either of them, "You can consider us your new, not-always-this-needy, neighbors."

Between trying to keep the sandwich in his mouth and help with the admittedly light box, every way of communicating beyond morse code by blinking was unavailable to Oscar. When the woman, now named Jetta, started asking for his name he wanted to give a very dry response but the best he could do was offer an incredulous look as she didn't seem to realize that his mouth was filled with probably the first bit of food he had had all day. When she nearly dropped the box, Oscar moved out of reflex to try and catch it, nearly dropping his sandwich in the process, but luckily she had caught her end. Apparently she had tried to perform a handshake...while holding the box. Not a forward thinking one, are you? Oscar thought to himself as she frantically apologized and continued moving up the stairs with Oscar in toe. The other woman also introduced herself as Zoey, at which point Oscar did start to feel the slightest tinge of disrespect coming from himself for not being able to introduce himself properly. It was understandable, but he still felt somewhat bad.

On top of that, it appeared that they were to be his neighbors, with the joke that they wouldn't always be this needy. Oscar shrugged at the joke, not really giving any indication that he found it funny or not as they managed to make their way up the stairs without any further incident. When they got to their apartment, which was right across from his, Zoey opened the door and they made their way inside to where they placed the box for the TV in the living room. With his hands free and finally able to respond, Oscar took that bite out of his sandwich and quickly swallowed it, holding onto it with one of his now free hands. "Oscar." He replied curtly, although not intentionally trying to be rude. "My name, that is." He added afterwards. He placed his hand forward towards Jetta, seeing as she had been wanting to formally shake hands before and now seemed like as good a time as any. "And yeah, I live right across from you." He added, motioning his head towards the door. "Would you like a hand setting up your tv?"

β€œNice to meet you Oscar. We definitely owe you a favor for sure,” Jetta said as she shook his hand. She reached of a box cutter on a nearby table that hadn’t been put away since move in. When Oscar asked if they needed additional help she chuckled a bit.

β€œOh now don’t feel no obligations,” Jetta hummed as she squatted over the box, slicing through its tape with a quick precision. β€œI think we’ve got it from here.”

After pulling its contents out and making sure that all of the pieces were there she stood up straight and released a deep breath.

β€œWell alright then. I’ll work with this guy when I get back.” Jetta said as she gestured toward the box parts. β€œUnless Zoey beats me to it?”

She then turned to Oscar. β€œNow are you a student too?”

"Been there, done that. Kind of wish I was still back there though." Oscar replied, looking at all the pieces that came with the television set and mentally putting it together anyways because he couldn't shut his brain off for even a moment. "Freelance Contract Programmer" Oscar answered, pulling his sandwich up to his mouth once more and taking a bite out of it. Once he swallowed, he took a moment to think about his options. Normally he wasn't one for small talk, but this was an introduction of sorts and deserved a bit of conversation to get going. "What's your major Jetta? Zoey, you a student as well?" Oscar asked, using their names as a way of ingraining them into his mind.

"I study computer programming actually. Not sure if it's my big calling though." Jetta said. She didn't necessarily fit in those classes. She remembers her freshman year when her accent was at it's thickest. It might have been her insecurities talking but she had a feeling her very white, very male, Silicon valley obsessed peers didn't think she could keep up. And while she hated every moment of her major, she was at least motivated by her desire to keep the fuck up.

"But I've also got design as a minor. Graphic, user interface... That's more my jam."

It's not for everyone." Oscar answered, chewing on his sandwich a little bit more. To be honest, he wasn't one that usually did this kind of conversation thing without a specific purpose in mind, and was starting to feel like he was intruding the longer he stood here. "Any specific art style you're pursuing, or more just getting your foot in the door?"

"I'm a sophomore at NYU," Zoey confirmed. Only then was she hearing about what major Jetta was in. Given that they were roommates now, it was probably good to know the basics, and it was actually possible that Jetta had shared that with her and Riley in the initial stages of this roommate setup, but she hadn't remembered. "Just studying communications for now. Not on that smart people computer stuff level like the two of you apparently are," she added with a laugh. And that was exactly why she wasn't going to attempt to set up that television. It probably wasn't as hard as she was making it out to be, but she wasn't into stuff like that to find it to be even the least bit exciting. Besides, after working a long day and being on her feet all shift, Zoey just wanted to take a shower, put on pajamas, and relax for a little bit. It was Friday, which meant that she could go out later on, but this was New York. The night life didn't even really begin until midnight, so she knew she had time to relax beforehand.

Hearing movement in the kitchen, Zoey slipped past Oscar and Jetta and towards the noise, where she found Riley. "Hey girl," she smiled. "It is cold as fuuuuccckk outside," she warned, though by the looks of it, it didn't appear like Riley was planning on going outside soon anyway. "Jetta's TV just came in the mail, and some dude is helping her set it up, by the way," she added, realizing that it was probably good to explain who that male voice in the other room was. Despite being introduced just a few seconds before, Zoey had already forgotten his name, though.

"I dunno, I've been drawing a lot of comic book characters lately," she hummed. At best she could mostly describe it as a western comic style a la The Walking Dead but less gory.

Jetta raised her brows and pursed her lips when Zoey walked off. The other girl never answered whether she'd help with the TV but based on the conversation in the kitchen Jetta knew her answer was a happy 'no thank you.' But it wasn't like it was just Jetta's TV that she'd be bringing in and setting up alone. Based on the group chat, everyone wanted it. And it was, as Jetta thought, supposed to a group thing. Nonetheless, she reined in whatever minor physical annoyance she displayed to offer a cheery enough parting with Oscar.

"Alright well," she huffed with exhaust. "I was gonna go snatch up some dinner. Haven't eaten all day. I'd treat you to a dollar slice but it seems like you've got your fill. Let me know though, we--" Well honestly she couldn't garuntee anything from Zoey. "Well I owe you one, for sure!" And with that Jetta rebundled herself and walked out the door, assuming that Oscar would at least follow on the way out of the apartment.

"Don't worry about it." Oscar answered, finishing his sandwich and making a mental note of the major that Zoey had said she was in, if only to not make the embarrasing mistake of asking for it again later on. Another girl seemed to enter the apartment, and it was quickly becoming aparent that he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Thankfully Jetta offered him a way out with the quick thanks and offer to return the favor some day. Oscar followed her out, having finished his sandwich and started to walk across the hall to his room. "If you decide you do need help with something, I live right there." Oscar informed her, pointing to his apartment door. With that being said, he gave her a small two finger salute and left her to her devices, entering his apartment with all the mail he had collected prior to the event with the tv.

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Dollar slice pizzaβ€”the common housefly of New York cuisine. It could be found just about anywhere in Manhattan. And so it became Jetta’s demon and savior β€” a cheap dinner solution that slowly killed her with its utter lack of nutritional benefits, yet kept her alive on cold days like these.

These were, as Jetta would say, her dog days. She was young, inexperienced and broke as hell. And here she was in this new apartment with strangers, paying this ungodly rent. Still floundering in a school that she wasn’t even sure how she got into. And unable to call on her parents who, even if they wanted to talk to her, wouldn’t have the means to help. How ironic it is that it’s so hard to chase dreams in a city made of them?

β€œWhat kind you want?” The clerk inquired as he gestured toward the spread of pizza pies basking on their warm plates under fluorescent light.

β€œWhite slice please. One.”

Jetta moved down the line, rummaging in her wallet for cash before quickly handing it off to the cashier at the end of the counter. She then retreated against the wall as they slid her slice into the oven.

This year didn’t start off as well as it could have. While most other college students were rounding off the last few days of the holiday break with their families, Jetta was hauling her belongings to the apartment via an Uber. Shopping for cook ware, bathmats and scrubbing the kitchen and bathroom because she was the first there. And good God, whoever the landlord hired to professionally clean wasn’t that committed.

This was, quite honestly, one of the few times time she’d even left the apartment since move in. She was in winter slump, not wanting to leave her room or go outside. And she had everything delivered by postmates despite having absolutely no right to treat her bank account that way.

β€œHere you go missy.”

She was bestowed a big, hot slice of pizza so greasy that the flimsy paper plate preventing it from slopping onto the dirty tiled floor of the storefront was near transparent. Watching that pizza was like watching a child birth. Kind of gross but intrinsically beautiful if you’re hungry enough.

β€œThanks, can I get a paper bag? To go?”

The walk home was very quick. Especially so since Jetta’s head was filled with the β€˜what-ifs’ and β€˜hows’ that usually plagued her mind on Sunday mornings. What if she fucks up her class schedule? How will she get through five days of work? She wasn’t thinking like a 20-somthing on a Friday afternoon, that was for sure.

And so naturally she wasn’t paying much attention when she re-entered the apartment. Luckily she didn’t have to fish for her keys because someone else was coming out as she was coming in. She kept her eyes trained on her phone, scanning through Instagram without any aim. And it wasn’t until she reached her door that she realized she had left her keys on the floor next to the TV box.

A low hiss escaped her lips and she threw her head back in dismay at her own air-headedness. He clicked her knuckles against the door.

β€œUugghhh my God!” she screamed internally. All she wanted was to eat this pizza and pass out.

"Sorry gals," Her actual speaking tone was a lot more pleasant than she felt. "I locked myself out."

Unfortunately she didn't realize that she wasn’t at her apartment, 4A, at all. Instead she made the extra hike to 5A, a place where she most definitely does not pay rent.

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Given the right situation, it didn't take much to make Roman uncomfortable. They weren't typical circumstances though. What would normally be overlooked turned out to be something Roman construed as being more serious than it actually was, like gift exchanging. Being very terse with people, however, wasn't something that he saw as creating an uncomfortable situation. And even still, most of his discomfort had to do with social settings since he tended to overthink things and people. So it was actually quite odd that he was responding in quite a typical way to Brooklyn's comments. Not that Brooklyn and Nick were ever the type to be so rude to get into full blown arguments in front of him, but Roman had known them both long enough and knew them well enough that it was never really weird for him if they got into a momentary bicker. It would typically trigger discomfort in many others, but it was rarely ever that serious, which was why even up until now, Brooklyn's cutting words mostly amused Roman. However, she seemed to be snowballing and had only been here a minute or so. If anything, he was starting to feel uncomfortable because there were clearly emotions attached to Brooklyn's biting words since she was speaking on a pretty emotional situation. And while Roman couldn't really fault her, it wasn't something he was trying to hear about so openly. It wasn't any of his business and he wanted to keep it as such. He wanted to be able to smoke and eat his pizza in moderate piece, but he couldn't do that if Brooke was going to be grilling Nick the entire time, and especially not if she was going to try to weave him in whenever it was possible.

Before he had the chance to spitefully answer, and probably end up regretting, that Cara was preferable simply because she was prettier, there was a knock at the door. He had no idea who it could be, and normally he would have been incredibly confused, but having an excuse from the slightly awkward conversation was welcome. "I'll leave you two to it," he said as he set his slice down. It was only when he was on the way that he really began to wonder who could possibly be at the door. It wasn't commonplace for him to check the peephole, since Brooklyn was typically the only visitor he had, but since they were about to smoke, he took the extra step to see who it was, but after doing so, he ended up with more questions than answers. Roman opened the door just enough to stand between the opening, obstructing the view inside. He didn't recognize the girl at all, and was definitely confused by her presence, but he managed to conceal it when he spoke. "Hi. Can I help you?" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a genuine question. Another look over, and he figured she must be here for Nick. She looked like the type, and given the fact that Nick had just moved in and he'd never seen this girl before in his life, it only made sense that she would be here for his friend. "Are you here for Nick or something?"

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β€œGod,” she thought. β€œI hope they didn’t leave.” Jetta fished in her pockets for her phone, figuring she’d probably have to call.

But to her joy it didn’t take long for the door to peel open. Without looking up from her phone she took a step forward, pursed to apologize to her roommates. But she was met with a very unfamiliar face.

Now it wasn’t like she had a problem with a man answering her door, but she was a little taken aback by his formalities. Could he help her? In her apartment? The confusion was even more apparent on her face when he asked if she was looking for someone named Nick. She couldn’t see into the apartment but instead looked him over, down the hall to make sure she was in her building, and back.

β€œUm… I don’t know Nick. I’m looking for my roommates,” she put an extra emphasis on the word as she cradled her bag of pizza with caution. β€œZoey? Riley?β€œ

But in her panic she caught a glimpse at the door plate which so blatantly said 5A.

β€œWell shit.” She grumbled, staring at the number. She really was an idiot today. β€œFuck man, I’m sorry. I live in 4A. I locked myself out. I wasn’t paying attention on the stairs…”

As she began her retreat she pulled her hat down lower over her ears, which were red with embarrassment. Well at least she got a little extra cardio in?

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As Holly rushed in, it became clear that this was going to be more of an event that Cara intended for it to be. Her original goal was to get in and out. She wanted to give Chanel her gift to make things even, and to get it out of the way. She knew that there was a potential that she would see Makayla and Holly, and that she would start to feel guilty about trying to cut things off with them for a little while. She didn't, however, intend on staying to watch anyone open up the gifts. Even though she was very confident that the gifts for everyone there were nice (excluding Collin's), she disliked watching people open up gifts from her. It was always an uncomfortable thing, and maybe that was even more true for her because she struggled to pretend to like gifts that people got her, even if they were sitting right there. She knew that it was polite to pretend to like gifts that she felt were dumb or ugly, and she genuinely did try, but in most of those situations, her expression usually spoke more clearly and truthfully than her forced words did. Given that, her expression too, probably showed that she felt unnecessarily uncomfortable at the moment. She was used to Holly, and even if she was turned off by Makayla right now, she still loved Holly. Even still, though, right now, she just wanted to leave. In her defense, it was mostly because she knew that she would start to feel bad if she was reminded of Holly's sweetness for too long, but still, she didn't want to give herself a chance to doubt her own behavior.

"No problem!" she insisted to Chanel, waving a hand to dismiss any concerns associated with not having the card. Mentally, she rolled her eyes because Chanel had used that as a reason for her to come over, so it seemed odd that she hadn't even been able to come up with that, but Cara knew it was a petty thing to feel bothered over. Partly because Chanel probably had given her the card in the first place, partly because she would have wanted to bring these gifts over at some point anyway, and then also because it was just a dumb thing to be annoyed about anyway. Chanel was clearly busy, and if doing the dishes wasn't excusable enough in itself, then socializing with Holly was, and Cara knew that from her own experience. "I'm actually in a rush anyway, so I'll catch up with you guys later!" she insisted. Having said that she was interested in putting on a face mask probably gave away that she wasn't actually in a rush to go anywhere real, but she was in a rush to get out of there... Purposely giving little to no time for any objections, she escorted herself out of the apartment. She nearly bumped into an unfamiliar girl as she hurried towards her own apartment, mumbling an, "Excuse me," in doing so. When she spotted Roman in his doorway, not far from where the girl looked to be retreating from, she rolled her eyes, but a smirk fell onto her face as she looked at him. She didn't know that Nick and Brooklyn were sitting inside, and she didn't know that the girl had only been there accidentally. Since she had been meaning to come over to Roman's anyway to get her clutch, this seemed like as good of an opportunity as ever. "She doesn't look too happy," Cara said, referencing Jetta, despite her being just a few feet away. "Looks like I might have been more drunk than I thought I was, because I didn't think you were that bad last week," she teased, acting as if Jetta must have been leaving Roman's after having sex with him.

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Roman didn't know who this girl was standing at his door, so besides her being here for some deal with Nick, he really didn't know what to expect from her. Of all the things he could reasonably expect, what he got wasn't it. Internally, he was raising his brow, half-amused and half-annoyed because why was this girl talking to him like he'd kidnapped someone? The way she was emphasizing her words like he was supposed to know what the hell she was talking about was enough to make him want to laugh in her face, but her did manage to refrain from smiling. To humor himself, though, he took the liberty of eyeing the girl over. It wasn't to physically check her out, as he wasn't such a disgusting person to do that so ostentatiously, but he wanted to get a good look at the girl who was seemingly talking to him like he was stupid. He was sizing her up, perhaps to figure out who she thought she was, coming to his door talking like he was some type of imbecile. He certainly wasn't threatened, and she didn't seem to be in any position to be talking the way she was. Even if she wasn't necessarily being rude, and Roman wasn't at all offended, Roman still felt like he had the right to at least raise his brow at a complete stranger coming to him the way she was. Externally, his face didn't change though, and if anything, he might have looked a bit bored, or at the very least, not at all sympathetic to her panicking. He wasn't purposely trying to be rude, but he also didn't know this girl, so it wasn't like he was trying to save face either. It was just the fact that he had no idea what she was going on about, and she seemed to figure it out before he even had the chance to give any input, which would have been minimal at best. It could be because there was no real way for Roman to get off the wrong floor since he just had to walk until there were no stairs left, but he was having trouble empathizing and understanding how the girl could do such a thing. In actuality, it wasn't as strange as it seemed, and Roman was just being Roman and refusing to see things objectively if they seemed unnecessarily stupid to him. He uttered a short chuckle. "All right."

The girl was evidently embarrassed, going off her demeanor and apology. And despite Roman not being able to comprehend her mistake, he didn't think it was anything to be embarrassed about either. Shit happened. He made stupid mistakes from time to time--not that he would ever mention that out loud, or even to himself. He had been ready to retreat back to his apartment as well when the door to 5B opened Cara emerged. Again, Roman could only raise his eyebrow in response to Cara's initial comment, but once she followed up with her more subtly suggestive clarification, he rolled his eyes as well. While he could act it, on the inside, he wasn't actually annoyed, and if anything was more amused. Stepping through the door, he pulled it nearly closed behind him. Cara wasn't being particularly loud, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat taken aback by this more brazened side she was displaying and he didn't want the others to somehow overhear anything. Cara, in some ways, was a bit unfiltered herself, but Roman always thought they had their regions. Roman purposely tried to make Cara uncomfortable, and since she presented herself as being tactful, he would intentionally say things that were suggestive just to give a rise out of her. And for her, she seemed to say things that were just a bit on the meaner side, but rarely anything salacious, like now. He wasn't bothered by it, and if it seemed out of character of her, especially with the stranger right here, it was certainly also worth being surprised since he hadn't heard from her since the time she was referencing. Not hearing from her wasn't weird, but he had surely figured it'd never come up, at least not without his doing, but Roman didn't mind the slight card reversal.

"Can't tell if you're complimenting me or insulting me." He narrowed his eyes, as if in deep contemplation. On the surface it was surely a compliment, but Roman didn't miss Cara thinking the girl was leaving his apartment for other reasons. She definitely wasn't off, as any other time, she'd more than likely be right on the ball, but Roman would pretend to be offended just for the sake of interaction. "But considering you can't seem to stop thinking about me, I'll go with the former." He wouldn't admit that the statement was a bit of a reach, but he also wasn't trying to really avoid being told to get over himself and that she was only being charitable in talking to him. "I have to say, though, I'm not sure if I prefer you like this or the other way." It sounded like he was referencing her being fully dressed or in bed with him, but in actuality he meant something else that he decided not to clarify until a few beats later, once the double entendre sunk in. The other week, when she had been drunk and outside her apartment (which was what he was actually referencing), Roman had been bold enough to toss a few coins at her. It was definitely something he'd think twice about sober, but in the moment, he had really believed it was too good an opportunity to pass. "Shitfaced outside your apartment is surprisingly a good look on you." To any average observer, it'd seem like he was being quite rude--and they'd be completely correct. But to someone who knew him well enough, it wouldn't seem as rude as he could be, and would seem much stranger that he was engaging in conversation at all. His short interaction with Jetta was a perfect contrast. While he didn't know the girl at all, he was definitely colder and almost entirely silent and didn't press for interaction, unlike now with Cara. Roman didn't go out of his way to be an asshole, and was only conspicuously so when he felt cornered or was just in a bad mood. But for him to go out of his way and engage in a conversation, especially when he could have just rolled his eyes at Cara and gone back inside, was something notable. Of course, to him, his reasoning was just that she was too annoying to pass up. He just couldn't let her get the last word in.

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Jetta couldn’t help but feel more than a little patronized. Sure, she made a mistake, but it wasn’t like she committed an offense so dire that it warranted the cold energy and disdain the guy was dishing out. Especially since she tried to address him as respectfully as possible considering her confusion. She moved to leave without another word, but in the process nearly ran into another blonde who skirted past her quickly, uttering a small β€˜excuse me’ as she went.

β€œOh I’m sorry!” Jetta rasped as she stepped out of her way, flashing her a smile out of courtesy. But her smile instantly fell when woman made the suggestion that Jetta was leaving the man’s apartment after an unpleasant hookup. She suppressed the laughter welling up from her gut, nearly losing it at the thought. White guys with face tattoos certainly weren’t her favorite genre of the male species. But things escalated when the guy, who could barely dignify Jetta with a single word, started to go off on the other girl, citing whatever drunken escapade she had fallen into in the past.

His narcissism was stinking up the hallway and Jetta was starting to wonder if it was a hallmark of the fifth floor to be so rude?

She certainly didn’t intend on sticking around to witness any more of these corny, painfully laughable, low-hanging insults. Jetta concluded that dialogue she was experiencing sounded like the calcified remains of an old, rejected Sex in the City script.

β€œY’all are wild,” she laughed as she walked away, divorcing herself from the situation. When she reached the fourth floor and the appropriate door she knocked without the coy pageantry she performed earlier. She had enough and no longer cared to be cute, all she wanted was to eat this pizza.

β€œHey y’all sorry I locked myself out,” she said between snickers as she knocked again.

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Cara's eyes followed Jetta with an unimpressed look on her face as she headed towards the stairwell. She still didn't know who she was, but because she figured that she was a stranger that she would never encounter again, she didn't feel weird about being so open about her relationship with Roman, right there. Had she seemed even vaguely familiar, than Cara wouldn't have even approached Roman, simply because she didn't need their business getting spread around. Oddly enough, at least on this floor of the building, word seemed to travel pretty fast. She didn't need any more drama in her life, especially not drama including Roman, since it would make her look hypocritical. "It was a compliment," she stated, folding her arms over her chest as she tried to hold back smirking at him. "Unlike you, I can be nice when I feel like it," she continued informatively, though it wasn't like she had actually spoken to Roman without the same sarcastic tone he was using towards her. Looking him up and down, she laughed in a seemingly random way, before explaining herself. "I seriously hope you didn't sleep with her, though," she admitted. "Not because I really care, but because I don't think that type of girl looks good on you anymore," she explained with a shrug. "She's definitely got that 'probably hiding syringes and heroin in her bra' kind of feel to her, and I will take credit for making you seem a little bit too attractive to deal with that this year." In that sense, Cara would admit that Jetta and Roman actually looked compatible. Even if Jetta was pretty, she still had that grungy sort of aesthetic that Roman also carried with him. She could easily see the two being friends or bedmates, which was why her assumption had been made not just to be an ass, but also because it seemed pretty logical in her mind.

"And besides," she added, "If you ever get lucky to sleep with me again, I don't need any of the diseases that she's surely carrying." She paused then, her eyes glistening with a dangerously playful look, as if she was going to continue down that flirtatious path before catching herself. It really was dangerous to be doing this out here in the hallway, even if Cara was overthinking it to be that concerned. "But before I get you too excited, I actually only wanted to come over to get my bag," she explained.

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Riley was a self-proclaimed square, so she wasn't totally familiar with the bar Zoey was talking about. Of course, there was a strong probability that she had and it just faded from her memory. Riley wasn't the type to avoid going out, and she also didn't have an aversion from doing so either, but for a twenty-year-old, she definitely didn't fit the stereotype of draining money every weekend partying. It could just be so expensive, and then with her being a bartender, she always felt like she got her going out fix after a long shift. An unrealized amount of time would pass before she realized why she was feeling so deprived and it turned out to be because she hadn't gone out just to enjoy herself in so long, only feeding off the faux social filling that her job gave her. Because of that, and because she did plan on doing something else tonight, Riley was inclined to decline Zoey's offer. After a second thought, she realized that it had been a while since she'd gone out. Not a crazy amount of time. If she recalled correctly, it was some time just before Thanksgiving break. To some people, though, that was quite a while, but Riley had had those Hell semesters where she went even longer.

With it being a New Year as well, Riley felt more of a push to say yes. She hadn't really done much all break because she was so burnt out that all she wanted to do was eat and sleep (which was admittedly quite unhealthy), and the cold weather was even more incentive to hibernate inside until she was left with absolutely no choice but to leave--hence the superfluous amounts of take out she'd eaten in the past week. Now was as good a time as ever to stop listening to the voice in the back of her head and to start taking risks. Maybe not risks so much as taking her social wellbeing into more consideration. Riley had a very low threshold when it came to her social meter. It was far lower and shorter, so it didn't take much to quench her needs, and it took a while for those needs to deprave. However, because she so rarely felt a strong inclination to go out of her way to interact with people outside of mandated occurrences (classes, work, tutoring), by the time she did get to that point, she was so deprived she barely had the energy to go out. But she didn't want to keep getting to that low of point. It meant she was far too late. So instead of listening to her mind and her body which was telling her she would be find with just eating Chinese and watching Netflix while she cleaned of room, she smiled and nodded her head.

"I wouldn't mind inviting her. That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I should probably get out of the apartment at some point anyway. I think I'm forgetting what it's like to breathe fresh air." She did have to work tomorrow night, which meant she really shouldn't go crazy tonight, but after closer inspection, Riley decided that was her trying to look for an easy way out. She was twenty years old. She was supposed to make stupid mistakes every once in a while, and her body would bounce back far sooner than she gave it credit for. If she was still hung by her shift tomorrow night, she'd probably need to call out anyways and go to the hospital instead. "A night out seems fun," she reaffirmed, before thinking about what a mess her room was and therefore what a nightmare it would be to find something to wear. Instead of complaining about that, though, she looked to Zoey. "Do you know what you would wear?" She didn't have the chance to ask her what time the others were planning on going out. It wouldn't be anytime soon, she knew, but she was still the kind of person who liked having hard data to go off of. It wouldn't be the end of the world if Zoey said they were playing it by ear, and it wouldn't have caused Riley any anxiety, but when the opportunity was presented, she liked knowing what future plans looked like.

Riley glanced at Zoey then, her face clearly perplexed. Was that Jetta? It sounded like it. Riley set her food down to go to the door, offering a faint smile. As she stepped out the way to let the girl in, she noticed the food in her hand. "Wow, that was really fast. Did you teleport?" She must have just lost track of time because she could have sworn her roommate had just left. Riley wasn't familiar with the area, but it did peeve her when she saw Jetta's pizza since she had no idea there was a place that close to the apartment. Given how good it smelled, it made her want to toss her leftovers out even more. "It's Jetta," she said, entering the kitchen, but glancing behind her to see if Jetta was still there, and subtly hinting that she could come and join in on the conversation. "We were just talking about going to...Art Bar?" Riley looked at Zoey, her head pivoted in question as she wasn't sure if that was the name Zoey had given her. "Do you want to come? It might be easier to brave the feral cold in larger numbers."

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Jetta offered a light chuckle in response to Riley’s teleportation comment. But she didn’t miss the other girl’s eye on her pizza as she meandered through the door.

β€œDollar slice a block down,” she informed her with a resolute nod, almost excited to share the information. And it was true that Jetta got a sense of satisfaction from sharing thrifty life solutions with fellow college students. β€œThere’s also this place β€˜round the corner where you can get a bowl of soup for cheap with a big ol’ piece of challah bread on the side.”

As she said this she moved for a dip into her room, a closed door to eat behind alone. After all, if this day was any indication, socializing wasn’t her forte this year. But she hesitated when Riley seemed to non-verbally invite her into the kitchen. Jetta swiveled on her toes, moving toward them with listening ears.

β€œArt bar?” she repeated. Jetta’s clarification was almost comical -- she was perched forward like an elderly woman trying to understand her grandkids.

β€œOh that sounds fun,” she swooned, her toothy smile accompanying an eager nod. β€œI’ll go with. What time were y’all thinking?”

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ZOEY . SAIDI
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While Zoey wasn't truly hungry, in the sense that her body actually needed food, smelling the pizza and Chinese food had her mind trying to convince her that she needed to eat. Had she smelled burgers or chicken or the food that they served at the restaurant she worked at, then her body would have felt as turned off as it had all shift, but the difference in the aroma had her mouth watering. Jetta's reference to it being dollar pizza made her want it even more, because that was something that her wallet could agree with too. Even for that price, it was hard to settle for dollar pizza in a city that had so many amazing pizzerias, for only a dollar or two more. New York was a unique and noteworthy place for many reasons, but after living here for a year, Zoey was confident that their pizza and bagels were two of their top accomplishments. Eating at places in North Carolina when she went back home on breaks just didn't taste right anymore, and she found herself constantly being "that person", talking endlessly about their own experiences and how much better things were where they lived, when she was home with her childhood friends.

"Y'all have definitely walked past this place," Zoey reassured them, as both of them seemed unfamiliar with the place. It was quite possible that they actually hadn't walked past it, given that they had all only been living here for a few days, but still, it was that close where Zoey was sure that they had, even if it was most likely that they hadn't noticed. "It's literally right around the corner on 8th Avenue... right next to a laundromat, I think. I've never been there, so I can't vouch for it like that, but apparently they take fake IDs like it's nobody's business, so I'm willing to give it a shot." Zoey had no real answer to the question that Riley had asked before Jetta came in, about what she would wear, or the question that Jetta had just posed, about what time they would be going. She hadn't even begun to think about what to wear. Normally, Zoey liked dressing nicely when she went out at night, even if that didn't always mean wearing stilettos and a dress. She liked to wear cool and trendy clothes, and didn't have any specific and set style. However, it was really cold tonight, and she also had to keep that in mind, especially since she didn't like wearing a jacket while out and about, drinking. Coat checks, when offered, were a waste of money in her eyes, and last year, she had stupidly left a jacket behind at a bar after taking it off and leaving it in a booth at some point, and she wasn't going to risk that happening again. So, she had to wear something with decent coverage, that would also be cute, and she knew that that was going to pose a dilemma. Thinking about it now, she constructed a possible outfit in her head, but it wasn't set in stone. "Probably jeans and... I don't know what on top. It's cold as heeeeelllll out there, but I don't think I have any cute sweaters that would match my vibe, so I don't know. I mean, I'm gonna keep it pretty casual. Alexis was talking about trying to hit up a promoter to get us into Gansevoort, but girl, you know I'm not pretty enough for them to accept my fake ID there," she laughed.

The nightlife culture in New York City was what you would expect it to be: exclusive. At least, most of the clubs were. There were countless numbers of bars, so even underage, it was possible to find ones to get into, but the trendy clubs were nearly impossible to get into, especially underage. You either had to be willing to fuck a promoter, have enough money to pay your way in, be really pretty, or have enough connections and power in your name that you could get in, just with that. Zoey wasn't an ugly girl, but she also didn't fit into the obviously-beautiful typical standards. She wasn't tall, she had thick eyebrows that constantly seemed to want to become a unibrow despite her never-ending tweezing and waxing, full lips, and brown skin. She wasn't necessarily the type of person you'd think would ever make it as a Victoria's Secret Angel, and for what it was worth, Zoey was fine with that. She was happy with her appearance... or as happy as a girl her age could be. She tried to embrace her flaws now, more than anything. Still, though, knowing that she would likely be the first to get rejected at the door of a club, standing next to a girl like Riley who was tall, dark, and gorgeous, or a girl like Jetta, who had that whole coveted blonde thing going for, was frustrating sometimes. Plus, unlike her referenced friend, Alexis, Zoey wasn't willing to suck a guy off just to get into a club. She liked being cool and trendy, but she wasn't willing to compromise her morals that far just for a night out.

"Anddddd.... I don't think a time was even mentioned," she admitted, leaning back against the counter. "What would work for you guys? Maybe nine, or some time around then? We could always pregame here for a little first. Invite some people over, and stuff." Looking to Jetta, she smirked playfully. "Maybe you can invite the TV guy. He seemed really into us," she added sarcastically. "What was his name? Arnold or something?"

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When Zoey mentioned going out, Riley didn't know she meant going out. A few drinks at a bar sounded fun enough, but also tame enough, for her to not mind resisting the ever strong call of her warm bed--at least, not mind as much. It didn't surprise her, though, because they were talking about Alexis, and it would be Riley's own fault to sew the words Alexis and tame together in the same sentence. Still, though, Riley told herself that she was going to go out regardless, because she deserved a night of fun. Whether it was at an exclusive place like Gansevoort or something seemingly tame such as the Art Bar, or even just a few drinks in the apartment, Riley wouldn't have cared. She was quite an easygoing person, even if she had strong preferences for one thing over the other. If it wasn't truly important in the long run, she typically wouldn't push for it. To her, few things deserved to be treated as the end of the world. This sometimes caused her to seem passive, but she was quick to shut down anybody who construed that into believing that could get over on her. What she ended up wearing depended on where they ended up. She wasn't going to dress up if they'd just end up at a bar sipping beers and cocktails. On the other hand, she also wasn't really up for dressing all out either. Her closet was essentially non-existent since her room was more like a storage unit than an actual place you go to lay your head.

"All right, just let me know. I might just try to get a shower in or something," Riley mentioned. Riley looked to Jetta as Zoey spoke to her, noting the sarcasm. She hadn't seen the guy that she was referencing, nor had she heard anything that would make Riley understand Zoey's sarcasm, but nevertheless, she grinned and waited for Jetta's response.

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Kamon and Griffin appeared from their rooms within seconds of each other, sending a smile to Ruby's face. She was busy washing her hands as they pitched in to get everything unloaded and the table set and ready, and she appreciated that, as was made apparent in her smile growing just a bit bigger. "Not an army," she answered pointedly, though still smiling, as she corrected him to say, "Just my two beautiful roommates," in a cheerful manner. Ruby was typically a happy person. She saw the glass as being half-full, even when others didn't, and that was mostly because she knew how blessed she was. She took things in stride and always tried to see how small events, mishaps, and problems only made up a fraction of the bigger picture in life. She didn't let a lot bother her, and that was easy to do when she was usually more focused on making sure that everyone else's problems were taken care of first. Many would call her a good person for that, and she was a good person (overall), but it was something that was more of a personality trait for her, than an intentional act seeking recognition. It was how her brain worked, because she enjoyed problem-solving, when they weren't her problems to solve. "...Who hopefully have army-sized appetites, because yeah, maybe I did order a little bit too much," she admitted, laughing as she looked at everything once it was un-bagged. Oh well, she thought, knowing that it was better to have too much than too little, especially when leftovers were always a welcomed treat the next day.

She took out a bottle of Villa Nozzole Chianti Classico, a personal favorite when it came to a decent price range, and poured herself a glass before signaling that the others were free to take some as well. "My day was pretty good! After spending so many years in hospitals, you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it's still surprising to me just how much rampant illness is in the winter compared to the warmer months," she said, scrunching up her nose at the thought of the little boy who had been in her office earlier that day, seemingly in a nonstop coughing fit for the entirety of their session. He was only four years old, and there due to separation and sensory issues, in what Ruby believed to be preliminary signals of a possible high functioning autism case. He was young enough where his inability to grasp how germy he was was excusable, but Ruby still disliked the idea of getting sick herself. "I mean, it makes sense," she continued, really just reasoning to herself out loud, since she knew that neither of the others were as interested in the logistics behind it as she was, "Because of how much easier it is for the flu viruses to replicate in the dry winter air, and then on top of that, how everyone's inside, breathing in each other's air when it's cold out, but it's still kind of skeevy when you see five kids a day, and four of them seem like they should be at their pediatrician instead of their psych," she laughed.

Just as soon as she sat down, ready to serve herself, she remembered something, and found herself popping back up. "I want to hear about both of your days in a minute, but I actually just remembered that I've been meaning to invite one of our neighbors, Jetta, over. I hope you guys don't mind? She seemed really sweet, and she saved me from breaking my back a few days ago trying to stupidly carry three suitcases up the staircase at once, so I'm going to see if she's home and hungry." With that, and hopefully no obvious objections from the others, Ruby left the apartment, leaving the door unlocked on her way out. She was pretty sure that as she had walked the girl out to her own apartment after receiving the help, she had seen her go into... 4A? Ruby hoped so, because that was the door she was knocking on.

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Jetta listened quietly as Zoey described Art Bar. And honestly, even after she talked her through it, Jetta still had no sense of where this place was. Nonetheless, she nodded anyway.

Like the others, the blonde wasn’t completely keen on the idea of going to a club club club, particularly the kind where the bouncers had a strict, yet very nebulous, β€œInstagram models only” policy. She tried to live that life her freshman year, running with a couple of former friends. They were 3 weeks into the school year, blonde, skinny and white with fake IDs fresh off the press. They were a trio who was eerily invincible in the world of nightlife. But Jetta quickly learned that those scenes weren’t her pace.

She stopped going to clubs like that for a few reasons, and if it wasn’t her unsavory experiences with the people that put the nail in the coffin, it was her eventual realization that she was benefiting from and complicit in the very systems that imposed narrow standards of beauty. So of course Jetta twitched her brows a bit at Zoey’s quick comment about supposedly not being pretty enough to get into clubs with fakes.

When her friends back in high school made similar comments, Jetta was predisposed to swaddling them in some campy, girl-power, fuck the patriarchy sort of monologue. But because Jetta’s relationship with Zoey was so new, she held her tongue and washed her face of any worry. Besides, based on how the other girl moved on from the subject without any regretful lingering, it didn’t seem like that deep of a comment.

Jetta had a tendency to over analyze, but her racing thoughts were eventually interrupted when she noticed that both roommates were staring at her with playful smirks.

β€œFuck, what?” she thought, racking her brain for the last few words her ears managed to catch.

β€œOhh you mean Oscar?” she laughed throwing her head back in suppressed laughter. β€œOh yeah I think he reaaaally digs us,” she hummed with rolled eyes, thinking about how dumb she acted in front of him earlier in the day. β€œHonestly why not though? He was nice. I can go over and knock.”

Then a knock on the door.

β€œOh! Well, I’ll get that,” Jetta laughed before leaving the kitchen. β€œMaybe he’s come to declare his love.”

She opened the door to meet eyes with Ruby, a woman she met a few days ago in the lobby. Just how Oscar helped Jetta, Jetta assisted Ruby with her things during move in. She thought the woman was rather nice, and seemed to have an interesting profession (at least based on their brief conversation that day.)

β€œOh hey! Ruby right? How you doing neighbor?” Jetta asked with a toothy grin, eyes arched into her signature smize and hands perched on her hips.

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It didn't take long for the door to swing open, and luckily for Ruby, it was Jetta standing there. She assumed the girl had roommates, so she was glad that she managed to catch the person she was looking for without having to do any awkward explaining about how she was looking for Jetta, despite not really knowing her. "Hey, yeah!" she chirped. "Not trying to bother you, especially since I know that everyone's probably busy eating at this time," she began, despite knowing that traditional sit-down dinners were becoming a thing in the past in their culture, especially in the culture of twenty-something-year-old singles who weren't living with their parents. Still, it seemed like a proper apology to give just in case. "But I just wanted to stop by and let you know that my roommates and I are having what you could call an Italian feast," she said with a chuckle, "And especially since you were so helpful to me the other day when I nearly killed myself thinking that I was The Incredible Hulk with all of those bags, I just wanted to let you know that you're welcome to grab a plate if you're hungry!" she explained, having no problem poking fun at herself.

While Ruby did overthink things, she didn't do it in a socially anxious way, so if Jetta declined her offer, Ruby wasn't going to take any offense to it. She understood that it was quite possible that Jetta had other plans, had already eaten, or simply might have felt weird, herself, going to a near-stranger's house for dinner. Regardless, Ruby liked the idea of fostering a welcoming environment, even with people that she would only possibly interact with in passing, like neighbors. She tended to be that kind of person in general, where even people she barely knew, knew that she was someone they could go to if they ever needed anything. That was something that Ruby made an effort to do, as not only did she like having such a nice reputation, but she genuinely liked the idea of being that helpful. Even if she wasn't a social butterfly in the sense that she wanted to be friends with everyone in a social manner, like being invited to their parties or going out shopping with them, she liked the idea of people thinking of her as a good person, and someone that they could trust. "There's chicken parmigiana, spaghetti and meatballs, penne a la vodka, garlic bread, a salad... basically, as my roommate put it, enough to feed a small army, so yeah, no pressure, but in case you haven't eaten, just wanted to throw the invitation out there! And of course if you have roommates, feel free to extend it to them too!"

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Jetta raised her brows with mild surprise. She definitely didn’t get mean vibes from Ruby when she first met her, but with the less than friendly encounter she had on the fifth floor, the pureness of Ruby’s offer pretty much shook Jetta. Nothing was more pure (to a college student especially) than the promise a free meal. And Jetta was astounded at how her day was turning around.

β€œOh wait, that’s so nice of you!” she admitted with a light laugh. She knew better than to ask β€˜Are you sure?’ because, let’s be honest, she didn’t want to risk having the offer detracted. Not that anyone would genuinely do that, but Jetta never wanted to reject hospitality since it was so scarce in a city like this.

β€œY’all wanna put them leftovers away?” Jetta asked peering over her shoulder to look in Riley's direction.
β€œOur neighbor Ruby invited us to grub with her roommates. Italian!” She moved on the other side of the door and opened it wide, making way for Ruby to be seen by the others.

β€œThese are my roommates Zoey and Riley by the way.”

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ZOEY . SAIDI
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Zoey nodded in response to Riley. She wanted to shower herself. Being on her feet all day often made her feel sweaty, even if she hadn't actually worked herself into a sweat. Being in a restaurant too, often left her feeling like she smelled like food, so between the two of those, even if she wasn't actually as dirty as she thought, she always felt the need to shower after working. She would probably try to take one too before going out, and until the knock at the door drove her attention there, she thought that showering would actually be the next stop on her agenda. After a few seconds, Jetta swung the door open, revealing the girl that she had been talking to. She was a pretty girl, probably in her mid to late twenties, who looked sweet just on the surface. Once it was revealed that she was there to invite them over for dinner, she seemed even nicer, and even though Zoey wasn't starving, like Jetta was internally reasoning as well, it was hard to turn down a free meal. Besides that, Zoey was also a social person by nature, and she liked meeting new people. Moving into a new place was a transition in itself, so getting to know a neighbor who looked and seemed normal was something that was appealing to her.

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I say no to Italian food," Zoey piped up with a playful grin, opting against saying free Italian food, out of fear of offending Ruby, even if the free part was a key factor. "So I'm definitely in," she declared, before looking more directly at Ruby and offering a wave as she said, "I'm Zoey," to distinguish which of the two she was from Jetta's initial introduction. She was surprised that Jetta had somehow managed to make friends so quickly, but that was her over-assuming the depth of this relationship between the two. The surprise wasn't meant in a jealous or spiteful way either, since Jetta was clearly very friendly and nice. Making friends early on definitely wasn't a bad thing, and if anything, Zoey was glad that she was going to be living with someone who was good at making connections. She didn't mind having to be that person herself, but it was nice to know that other people thought of Jetta as being a good person, because it only reaffirmed her own thought that she was lucky to have two pretty normal roommates.

She excused herself from the group for mere seconds, as she slipped down the short hallway to her bedroom to put her shoes back on. "Are you one of those people who are stellar cooks, because if so, I'm gonna have to pay you for some lessons," she said with a chuckle, as she approached Ruby and Jetta. "My mother will not let me live down the fact that I can't make a piece of toast without burning it, so coming home with an A+ Italian recipe would definitely win me some favorite-child points," she said, in an effort to put forth some friendly conversation.

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At the sound of Italian, Riley promptly lowered her fork back onto her plate. Her stomach clenched in response, newly hungry at the sound of something different than Chinese. After Zoey agreed to come over, Riley felt less shy and inclined to politely decline.Her line of thought was also the same: a free meal was basically a call from Heaven, but at this point, she was so sick of eating the same thing, that she would have paid this stranger for the meal. Granted, she only had about five dollars to give, so she wasn't sure how far that would get her, but chances are, Riley would have paid for a loaf of bread by this point. "Riley," she said, lifting her hand a little bit, although it was clear by that point that the only other person in the room she could be was Riley. Noting her own hiccup, or what she perceived to be one, she half smiled. "Hi. I'm in too. I'd eat a hot dog bun by this point, I think, so thank you." Just the thought of a different meal had her giddy with excitement, but the way she was calmly piling her leftovers away, it was nearly impossible to tell. Inside, though, she was grinning ear to ear like a child waiting for some big surprise. She had heard Ruby's voice, but because she wasn't focusing on the conversation, Riley didn't hear exactly all that the girl had mentioned having. Thinking back, Riley could understand that Ruby had done so, but she just couldn't remember what the girl had said, but she told herself that it seemed like a few things, which was enough to get her excited. By the time she was done, Zoey was back. It took Riley a second to realize where she'd gone, but once she did, she saw that she was about five seconds away from walking out without any shoes on.

Okay, you need to calm down. While Zoey made conversation with Ruby, Riley dipped into her bedroom, hopping on one foot to keep from falling when she walking into a box on the ground. She skidded through a few bags on the ground. It wouldn't have been loud enough to hear from outside, but from her room, it was enough of a ruckus to cause her a bit of embarrassment, thinking the others had heard. If there was ever a telltale sign of the modern day twenty-something, it was losing your wits end at the sound of a free meal. Riley slipped on a pair of boots, wriggling her heel in her right shoe as she walked with an odd gait through the hallway, trying to get her foot situated. Back at the front, she finally got a good look at Ruby. Obviously a pretty girl, and one who looked to be a few years older than me. Whether or not this was actually true, Riley wasn't sure. It could have easily been the attire or the girl's demeanor, or a combination of things. Nevertheless, Riley could say that she didn't get off vibes from her, but she was definitely a little biased because Ruby was saving her from another tragic meal. She could have been dressed in a trash bag with sticks in her hair, and Riley would still think Ruby was some sort of saint. As they made their way to the girl's door, Riley recalled the tail end of the conversation. She knew they were past that point, but she wanted to contribute something. Even though most times she failed to realize just how quiet she was, when she got in the right mood, she actually became quite keen to talking, and looked for gateways to do so. Now, the mood was simply explained by this upcoming meal. It was partly her wanting to seem grateful, since explicitly saying so just didn't seem enough for her, likely because getting the meal was a bigger deal to her than it was to Ruby to offer it. "So, did I hear that correctly? You cooked everything?" She turned to Zoey, grinning some, and mouth the word 'Goals.'

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Ruby was happy that Jetta merely accepted her invitation, so when the door was pushed aside, and her two roommates also accepted the invitation, she was even happier, and it showed on her face. Not only did they truly have enough food for Jetta, her roommates, and probably at least another apartment's worth of people too, given Carmine's portion sizes, but she was also just quite happy at the idea of getting to meet these new people, and welcome them into her home. It wasn't much of a home yet, and to be honest, Ruby was never very involved in the idea of extreme decorating or anything, but she was sure that after living there for a few more weeks, her new apartment would begin to have a more homey vibe. Gatherings like this, especially, would only add to that, and that had been part of the reason for why she had decided to do it with her own roommates to begin with. An official "family dinner" seemed like a necessary step in christening a new home. "Yay, great!" she beamed, once the invitation had been accepted by the three of them.

When the question came up about cooking, Ruby laughed. She was good at a lot of things, but cooking definitely wasn't one of them. In her defense, she wasn't as bad as Zoey described herself as being. Her flaws in the field mostly stemmed from a lack of experience. Her mother was a great cook, so she had never had to learn on her own how to make anything more than the basics. Once she began living on her own, she had been guilty of indulging in take-out on the regular, because thankfully, her budget did allow for it. She could cook the basics to get by in between, so things like pasta, or simple chicken dishes, were within her skill range, but there was no way that she could cook a whole meal like this. Especially not after working for most of the day."I probably could just lie and say that I cooked it all, so you guys get a good first impression of me, but I'm sure one of my roommates would rat me out," she admitted with a smile, as she headed out of their apartment. "It's all from Carmine's. I know, I know, 'what a touristy restaurant!', but even after living in New York for all twenty-eight years of my life, it's still one of my favorites." There were so many "touristy" things in New York, that Ruby was probably over-estimating non-native New Yorker's knowledge of what was touristy or not, so there was probably a fair chance that these girls had never even heard of Carmine's, and wouldn't have known the difference anyway.

Her apartment was literally only feet away, so it didn't take long for them to reach it, and Ruby stepped in first, but lingered by the doorway as she motioned them inside. With the open layout of the apartment, her roommates at the table were in view within a few steps into the apartment, so she smiled at them immediately, as if to signal that she had been successful, even though that was probably obvious by the influx of people. "So, these are my roommates, Griffin and Kamon," she introduced, before continuing by pointing at the counter, where the food was laid out, "And the food's all up on the counter, so feel free to make yourselves a plate! I'm not sure if you guys are legal or not, but if you are, there's wine, and if not, there should be water, and seltzer and probably some soda in the fridge, too! Help yourselves!" Their kitchen table only had four chairs, which Ruby hadn't seen as a problem until right now, but she was a quick thinker, and only had to excuse herself for a minute before she returned, dragging a chair from her bedroom desk, and one from the living room, into empty spots at the table. "And I promise that I don't usually talk this much, and these two can vouch for that," Ruby insisted, though truly, she probably was the most talkative (or at least peppy) out of the three, "But I'd love to know more about you guys!" she insisted, resuming her own seem.

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It was funny how life took a turn. How one minute you were crammed in your room, filled with hunger and the next you were being given free food and wine. Jetta tried to restrain herself from making a B-line straight to the pasta. Instead, she lingered for a bit, waving at Ruby’s too roommates. Didn’t stare for too long though. She was already intimidated by them based on her assumption that they were much more mature than she and her roommates were.

It was no surprise that she felt like a bit of an infant. Even though Jetta was a junior in college and of legal drinking age, Ruby’s offer of seltzer to the kiddos in the building reminded Jetta more and more that Ruby was a grown ass woman. The blonde was definitely going to partake in the wine, though she wondered if her roommates were gonna give up the goat and opt for something else. For pre-game’s sake, she certainly hoped not.

β€œI’m Jetta,” she announced. She attempted to swallow her insecurity and continued. β€œI’m a junior at NYU. I’m an illustrator too, I think.”

She put a ton of emphasis on β€˜I think’ and chuckled. She felt uncomfortable calling herself a full blown artist. Even though drawing and design made her much happier than programming, it always came second to the more β€œresponsible” focus.
As she introduced herself she moved toward the food, skipping the salad.

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Even if she would never describe herself in such a way, Ruby definitely had some maternal tendencies in her. She didn't know where they really came from, since she didn't have any younger siblings, and never had to take care of anyone. Her brother was a few years older than her, and mature in his own right, and her parents had always treated her as a capable child, so she wasn't coddled either. It was something that came naturally to her though, and probably went hand-in-hand with her interest in helping other people. She liked to see that people were taken care of, and that was why, although her plate was full from filling it earlier, she waited, watching intently as the new girls approached the food. She didn't want to become consumed in her own meal before making sure that they were all taken care of, and part of that maternal instinct in her had her considering standing back up and actually helping to spoon out sizable portions onto their plate, to prevent them from only taking a little out of consideration. She resisted however, though her eyes remained focused on the girls with interest and curiosity.

At Jetta's comment about being an illustrator, she smiled, kicking Kamon gently under the table, almost as if to ensure that she was paying attention. "Oooh, hear that, Kamon? Jetta's an illustrator too!" she piped up, flashing Kamon a smile that basically asked her to forgive her from forcing these interactions. Kamon wasn't unfriendly, but she also didn't see her as the type of person who would necessarily love interacting with strangers, even if she wasn't unsociable and could if she wanted to. "Kamon's an artist too!" she offered. "And probably one of the best tattoo artists in New York." That was probably an overstatement, only simply considering her age and experience level, and how many well-known tattoo artists were based in the city, but Ruby wouldn't be Ruby without throwing out compliments when she got the chance. She enjoyed hyping people up, and was sincere about it, even if others wouldn't believe her. "And you two?" she said, looking to the other two girls then with a curious, yet intrigued look.

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Character Portrait: Kamon Leavitt Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Ruby Barr Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Griffin Hughes Character Portrait: Jetta Babin
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KAMON LEAVITT
Hex Code: #78A47B

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Griffin appeared out the room soon after she did, and Kamon continued to listen intently to Ruby describing her day as she continued to empty the bags onto the counter space. Soon enough she had her own plate of food ready to be devoured, but she stopped short of stuffing her mouth whenever Ruby had mentioned bringing a neighbor, Jetta, over to join them.

Although it was nice to get a little social interaction into the day, especially since she hadn't left her room since she's been awake, she was just the slightest bit apprehensive of eating dinner with a stranger. Though she didn't protest Ruby's decision and simply shrugged, watching as Ruby has stepped outside of the apartment.

Kamon was even more surprised whenever three people, not just one, ended up joining them in the apartment, but she quickly told herself to suck it up and try to appear to at least look less off-putting as she usually did. She decided to skip the wine for the night, as she'd have to keep her wits about her around her new guests and not make a total fool of herself.

Who knew? Maybe she would even make a new friend out of this sudden madness that seemed to have engulfed their apartment.

She took a good long look at Jetta as she introduced herself, giving her a slight wave before turning back to her plate to continue eating, feeling no need to speak since Ruby had already done a good enough job at introducing her and Griffin. They seemed like nice enough people, but Kamon was never one to make quick judgments of people, even if those judgments were positive in nature.

As Ruby nudged her under the table and began to speak, Kamon almost had to stop herself from choking on her food at her outrageous compliment. "Calling me one of the best tattoo artists in New York is beyond an overstatement, but I'll graciously take the compliment." Hearing that Jetta also drew was at least something that they had in common; perhaps she'd strike up a conversation about it later on. Turning towards Griffin, Kamon gave him a sly smirk. "Well don't you feel lucky, being the only man in a room filled with women." It was an obvious joke, Griffin probably felt more uncomfortable than anything else, but all the two of them did was poke fun at each other.

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Character Portrait: Kamon Leavitt Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Ruby Barr Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Griffin Hughes Character Portrait: Jetta Babin
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ZOEY . SAIDI
Hex Code: #551a8b
As expected, given the food that Ruby described, the apartment smelled divine when Ruby opened the door and welcomed them inside. One would have thought that Zoey hadn't eaten all day with how fast her mouth started watering, and even she was embarrassed with just how quickly she went from being not hungry, to ready to devour a plate full of food, just because she knew it was free. If this was a school sponsored event, like the ones certain clubs sometimes held where they would offer free bagels or pizza to certain students, Zoey would have made the most of it and ate some there, and packed a plate to go, too. Because this was a more personal event, with people she was trying to make a better first impression with (and maybe even a friendship with, her optimistic side reminded!), she felt more compelled to be polite and gracious. After all, aside from it reflecting on her, she also still believed that Jetta had to have had a more solid relationship with Ruby than she did in reality, and she didn't want to embarrass her roommate by acting greedy.

Jetta went first, and luckily since her introduction wasn't too impressive (and not in a mean way, it was just that there wasn't much to brag about when you were still in college), Zoey didn't feel intimidated by offering a similar one. "I go to NYU too, but I'm a sophomore, and much to my parents' dismay, just a communications major," she said with a small laugh as she poked fun at herself. It was true, though. Not only were her parents iffy about going into so much debt just to go to school in New York, but they also felt like by getting a communications degree, she was going into so much debt for nothing. If she had a dollar for every time they told her that she needed to go into nursing, or engineering, or pre-med, or something with a guaranteed career path, she felt like she would be a millionaire. "I work as a waitress at a little place by NYU, and I'm pretty boring otherwise," she finished with another chuckle. She wanted to ask Ruby what she did, partly out of the desire to be feel polite by returning the question, but also out of sheer curiosity. She looked like she was in her late twenties, and the guy sitting at the table beside her looked around that age too, if not a good few years older, so she was sure that they had careers by now. She wasn't going to cut Riley off though, especially because she felt like Riley was interesting enough to have some useful things to share (even if that was more of her projecting her appreciation of Riley than factually believing that she was that much more interesting than herself or Jetta). Besides that, her eyes were now on the food choices in front of her.

A few steps away from the table, at the counter, she fawned over the large trays of food. If she had felt awkward a minute before about overstepping by eating as much as her stomach could handle, then seeing these portions definitely silenced that part of her brain, a bit. While her stomach told her that all it wanted was pasta, cheese, and more pasta, she decided that she wanted to appear at least a little healthy, so as well as adding a little bit of everything else to her plate, she added some salad as well. And then there was the dilemma with the wine. Ruby had indirectly said that she didn't want to be providing alcohol to minors (which only reassured Zoey that she had to be a bit older than them, and definitely out of college). It was actually kind of sweet that she was old enough to be concerned and responsible, and it did make her feel an ounce of guilt as she poured herself a glass, and then one for Riley, because she wasn't going to be the lying asshole alone. She realized after the fact, that if they did the math, her being a sophomore would probably contradict with her being twenty-one, but it was too late now, as she motioned silently to Riley that the extra glass she had poured was for her.