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Nick Moreno

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

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Name:
Nicolas Christian Moreno

Nickname:
Nick

Age:
24

Birthday:
January 24th

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Hometown:
Los Angeles, California (0-2 years old)
New York, New York (2 years old-Current)

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Personality:
One of Nick's most notable features is that he carries a very relaxed and chill vibe to him. He's not the kind of person who gets stressed out very easily, and he likes to take things as they come and deal with them in the moment. He isn't one to plan ahead or worry about details, and he often just feels like things work out in the end, so there's no use in planning for them or becoming anxious over every last detail. Additionally, he's also a pretty flexible person. He's not strongly opinionated on most things and he won't argue with people about anything that doesn't impact him in an extreme manner. Given that, Nick isn't a hard person to get along with. He usually doesn't bother people that don't bother him, and has a tendency to appreciate silence and solitude, so it would be a rare occasion that he would deserve to be called "annoying". He tends to live in his head a lot, and though he's quiet, he's often thinking a lot more than he's willing to vocalize. While he was always an average student and would never be called intelligent more than the next person, he's not brainless. He thinks deeply and has an appreciation for philosophy, poetry, and art. It's not something he often vocalizes, simply because he's not the type to go around talking about his hobbies and interests, but they're there nonetheless.

There are some things that will set him off, and the top one would definitely be people hurting the ones that he loves. He has thick skin and isn't easily riled up when people attack his own character, but he can't stand to see people hurt the people he prides himself in protecting. He definitely has those instincts to look out for and protect people, and once he feels like he can relate and connect with you, he likely views you as a friend. Even people he only knows through his sales are often people he would consider to be friends. He isn't the type of friend who will be calling you daily to check in, but there's still something to appreciate about someone who will comp your weed if he knows you're having a bad day, or who will beat the shit out of someone who's been messing with you. Nick's that kind of guy... the type who doesn't always make his love for people well-known in obvious senses, but does hold his close relationships with people high up on his priorities list.

To an extent, his personality can probably, at least somewhat, be attributed to how much weed he smokes. Growing up, he was always a lot more goofy and energetic. Aging probably took some of that away, but the weed also helps him maintain his more stoic and calm demeanor. It's not something that he minds, really, because he loves being high, but he also is aware that when he's sober (which isn't often, lately), he has a lot more energy and interest in actually being productive than he does high. He does feel like he's stuck in a phase, where he started using marijuana as a coping method, and has now stuck with it out of routine and convenience. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't an expensive habit and if he didn't feel like just laying around and eating for more than half of the day. Right now, Nick doesn't have the need or motivation to break the habit, but surprisingly, he does have attributions and goals underneath all of the nonchalance and carelessness. He's just not sure what those goals are, exactly, at this point, but he does feel like he has the potential to do bigger and better things, and he knows that cutting down on his smoking would be a good first step in figuring them out.

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Nick was the product of a one night stand between two teenagers who barely knew each other. His mother was a high school senior and his father was the older brother of one of her friends, who happened to be at the same party as her one night. They slept together and thought that that would be it, but the summer after she graduated, she found out that she was three months pregnant. She had slept with various boys that spring, so it wasn't until Nick was born that a paternity test was conducted and his father's identity came to light. Neither his mother nor his father's family could afford to take care of another child, and it wasn't like either of the young adults wanted that responsibility, but his father's parents refused to see a grandson of theirs be dumped into the foster care system. They legally adopted him, and for most of his childhood, he actually thought that they were his parents. It wasn't until he was a pre-teen that they explained their true relationship to him, and though it was odd and startling for such a revelation to be revealed, and shake up what he thought was his reality, he wasn't incredibly bothered by it. It didn't change how much he cared for them.

Two years after he was born, his grandparents closed up the bodega that they owned in Los Angeles and reopened it in Brooklyn, New York, where they raised Nick. Nick's family was always a part of the working class, so he never had much, but it was always more than enough for him. He was never a kid who asked for much, and he was happy with the small group of friends he had. He was an average student in school and planned on going to community college after high school, but his grandparents both passed away, three months apart during his senior year of high school, and it wasn't something that he could recover from right away. It sent him into a depression, and that was when he turned to drugs as his vice to get by. One thing led to another, and the forty grand his grandparents had left him as inheritance was gone within two years of him losing them. He took up dealing drugs to keep up with his marijuana habit and make cash to get by too. He spent a while couch hopping from friends apartments, once his inheritance ran dry, and worked as a busy boy part time, too. Once he really started claiming ground with his dealing, however, he was making enough money to pay the rent, and have some spending money leftover. He currently prioritizes his drug dealing as his main way of making a living, but he does bounce around through other entry level jobs too, and is currently working in the kitchen of Olive Garden in Times Square.

So begins...

Nick Moreno's Story

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Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

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Friday, January 6th, 2017 || 5:30 PM
Brooklyn had never been a fan of winter. It was bearable in December, before Christmas, because it added to that Christmas ambiance. Snow, and people bundled up in scarves and jackets made things seem more festive, especially in New York, where a holiday like Christmas was very picturesque. After Christmas though, any allure that it had vanished in Brooklyn's opinion. She disliked how quickly the cold weather dried out her skin, and how no matter what she wore, she always felt like her fingers were frostbitten by the time she had made it from the subway to her apartment, and vice versa. In a walkable city like New York, cold weather sucked, and though most New Yorkers seemed decently adjusted to it, despite having always lived in this climate, Brooklyn could never appreciate it. Regardless of how her day was going, on the colder days, she always seemed to be more bitter and short-tempered than the milder ones, and given that even on her best days she wasn't normally the sweetest person in any room, that said something. It wasn't snowing today, but that didn't alleviate the distaste that Brooklyn felt towards the bitingly cold weather outside, as she made her way home from work. She had worked the day shift at the diner, and though she was scheduled to work at the club tonight, she had already warned her manager that she might not be able to make it. Not only was she not in a good mood, but a week ago had been New Year's Eve. While most people were partying, Brooklyn had taken advantage of that, and had cashed in big time at work. Holidays like those always meant that she raked in an incredible amount of cash at the gentleman's club that she worked at, and because she was feeling especially financially secure at the moment, she knew that missing one night of work wasn't going to kill her. Despite having a fair share of flaws, no one could call Brooklyn lazy, though, and she knew that if she could get herself into a decent mood, she would end up going to work later on regardless.

She hoped that the pizza she had picked up on the way home would help her get into the mood. She had purchased a full pie, figuring that she would give Roman whatever she didn't want, but once she got back to the building, she decided that maybe socializing for a bit would improve her mood. She wouldn't give him her leftovers, but see if he wanted to eat with her. Over the past few days, she had noticed new people moving into the building, which wasn't surprising given that the calendar year had just ended, meaning a handful of leases throughout the building had probably expired. One would have thought that she would have realized, then, that Nick had moved into the apartment with Roman, given that Roman had warned her that that would be happening. For some reason, she had only partially believed Roman when he had told her that he was invited their mutual friend, and her cheating ex-boyfriend to live with him though, and so she didn't have any reservations in knocking on Roman's door once she had reached the fifth floor.

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To an extent, it felt weird to be back here, living in the apartment building where he had built up a relationship, and also destroyed it. It felt strange to be living in the same building, but in a different space... one that wasn't home. Then again, Nick was used to making a strange place home, as he had spent the past few months subletting a tiny room in an apartment, and even before living here with Brooklyn, he had spent a considerable amount of time couch hopping. He wasn't picky, as long as he had a bed to sleep in and a roof over his head, but at the same time, moving back into this building also brought back emotions that other places didn't. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand, he was excited to move in with Roman, because the friendship between them was very easy and low-maintenance. They vibed well, and got along without ever really getting on each other's nerves. Additionally, part of him was hopeful that moving back into the same vicinity as Brooklyn would give him a chance at repairing the relationship that had, at one point, been his entire world. Given that he literally hadn't been able to get in contact with Brooklyn in months made that hope a bit ill-founded, but it was there nonetheless.

He had moved in on the 2nd of January, so he was still getting situated now. Moving in hadn't been difficult though, as he had purchased the furniture that had been in the room from Roman's previous roommate, so that he didn't have to buy his own. He didn't have too many personal belongings, so the transition hadn't been too grueling, and aside from feeling a bit light on finances with the lease renewal expenses, he was in a decent state of mind. He hadn't thought about going across the hall to say hi to Brooklyn yet... or he had, but he had convinced himself that it would be a bad idea. Which it would be. He would either encounter her or Cara, and he knew that both of them had enough reason to want to punch him in the face, that he would only be looking for trouble by going over there. He knew that seeing them would be inevitable at some point, but for now, he was content with only focusing on the bong that he was filling the bowl of. Roman had left a few minutes ago, and to where, Nick hadn't been paying attention to, but he was filling the bowl of the bong under the impression that when he did get back, he would smoke with him.

When there was a knock at the door, Nick assumed that Roman must have locked himself out, and left the living room to answer the door. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to see Brooklyn on the other side of it, and though he opened his mouth, as if he were going to say something, nothing came out. There was nothing to say. Well, there was actually probably a lot to say, and though Nick had played this first conversation with her over and over in his head a million times over the past few months, suddenly he didn't know how to verbalize a single word. His mind had gone blank, and all he could do was stare at the girl that had once been his. Luckily, Roman appeared in the doorway behind Brooklyn only a few seconds later, but Nick was still silent, though the way that his eyes shifted to Roman probably expressed how caught off guard he felt.

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The New Year never really meant much to Roman. In a sense, it did feel like a refresher, there was no denying that, but he was pass creating resolutions that would die by February 1. He was less enthused about new beginnings than he was moving on from the previous year. One thing he did enjoy about this season, though, was the cold weather. Chilly overcast was his favorite kind of weather, and while many understandably preferred to limit their time outdoors as much as possible around this time, Roman didn't mind as much. Even after having to take his coworker's first shift, Roman still managed to get some errands out of the way instead of hurrying to the warmth of his apartment. Roman didn't get bored easily, nor did he mind a level of monotony. He enjoyed being comfortable and not being caught off guard, but Nick being his roommate was a welcome surprise. It wasn't totally unexpected, but it definitely wasn't anything Roman would have predicted. He did like having his own space, but even he could admit that it would be nice to have a familiar face in the apartment. And Nick wasn't a very in your face kind of guy either, and taking into account the amount of money Roman would be saving by not having to pay both leases, he couldn't really complain.

He must have just missed Brooklyn, since he was heading up the stairs after grabbing his mail. Roman was busy shuffling through the stack of paper, most of it junk, when he came to his apartment. He didn't immediately recognize Brooklyn from behind, but he did think the girl seemed oddly familiar enough for him to do a second glance. Then, it was unmistakable, and given Nick's expression, there was no question either. It probably seemed quite normal for him to be freaking out inside, but he actually wasn't. He'd told Brooklyn ahead of time that Nick would be living with him, and he assumed Nick knew that he wasn't going to try to hide Brooklyn from him. He was in a pretty messy position, but he figured he was damned either way, so it was best just to not give too much energy to it. Like Nick, though, he was taken off guard by Brooklyn's presence. He returned Nick's glance with a raised brow and quick shake of the head to indicate that he didn't know why she was there either. "I just can't get rid of you, can I?" Roman said as he came up behind Brooklyn, purposely being dry so as to make whatever was happening feel as normal as possible. He took the time to look up from the flyer he'd been eyeing, his attention directing itself to the pizza she was holding, and then inevitably between the two of them. He tried hard to force the growing smirk from his face, but its shadow was still ever so present. "This is cute," he mumbled. Roman couldn't resist a comment, but he wasn't so insensitive that he was going to exploit the situation. He pulled the pizza box open, taking a slice and biting into it with a warm, satisfied moan. He didn't realize until that moment that he was quite hungry. "Look at you being useful," he said. "What's going on then? Why're you stood outside my door for?"

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

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This week had been a rough one for Holly, because the first few days back to school after a break were always difficult for her. School was one of the very few places that she actually dreaded, and between struggling with nearly every class she was in, on top of not having any true friends there, it was understandable as to why she didn't like going there. Normally, Fridays were good days for her because she was always excited for the weekends, but after school today, Makayla had surprised her by taking her to the doctor. Holly didn't mind her pediatrician, who was quite nice and understanding of Holly's eccentricities, but they hadn't ended up there today. Instead, they were somewhere new, and the word "psychiatrist" was the only thing that Holly needed to hear to decide that she wasn't going to give it a chance. It wasn't typical of Holly to shut down so easily, but she had been to psychiatrists and psychologists before, and they were quite possibly the only people in the world that she didn't enjoy talking to. While most people who knew of Holly's past (which wasn't really anyone other than Makayla in her current circle) had enough to believe that Holly didn't remember or had completely erased out her past, that wasn't true. She had blocked it out of her mind as a coping mechanism, definitely, but she still knew what she had endured for years. The abuse was something that was too painful and traumatic to think about everyday, so it wasn't something that she would speak about on her own, and she didn't want to speak about it when prompted either. It was something that was triggering enough for her, that most of those doctor visits literally ended when the doctor sitting across from her realized that there was no chance that she was going to open her eyes or remove her hands from her ears. She literally shut down, and that was it, and eventually Makayla stopped forcing her to the appointments because it was clear that they were going no where. Unknown to Holly, her guidance counselor had recommended that Makayla try to get her to see someone again, and additionally, try to get her back on medication for the ADHD that she had always struggled with. She had been on Adderall years ago, but the side effects combined with her refusing to go to the followup appointments had forced her off of them.

This psychiatrist appointment had ended in a prescription for Adderall, but other than that, had been similar to the ones in the past, with little progress on Holly's part. She had been uncharacteristically silent for the majority of the appointment, forcing Makayla to do most of the talking. The subway ride home had involved Holly giving Makayla a piece of her mind (albeit in a more gentle way than she felt Makayla truly deserved) on how unfair it was that she hadn't warned her about this. "...and I know that you're going to say that I have to, but I'm just telling you that I'm never going back there in my life. You'll have to kill me and drag my dead body there, and hope that the police don't catch you first," she said, trying to sound as angry as was possible while trying not to allow the excitement she felt at seeing a Dalmatian from across the road taint that tone. "And I also would never make you go somewhere that you didn't want to go to, so that really wasn't something that a nice sister would ever do, and I'll forgive you this one time, but that's it," she continued as she headed up the stairs to their apartment. The warmth of the building was a needed relief after the bitterness of the cold that they had felt on the walk home.

After working all day at her retail job, Makayla was tired, and despite what Holly seemed to think, the last thing that she wanted to do, too, was sit through a doctor's appointment, especially when getting Holly to even introduce herself to her new doctor was like pulling teeth. She had expected some resistance on Holly's part, but she had also expected that now that she was older, she would be better in such a setting. Clearly, she had been wrong through, because the appointment had consisted entirely of Makayla speaking to the doctor while Holly refused to even open her mouth. Makayla hoped that over time, Holly would warm up to the woman, and more-so, she hoped that the Adderall would do its job this time around and actually help Holly focus on things, especially school work. It obviously wasn't going to cure all of Holly's problems, and Makayla didn't even want some magic pill to "cure" Holly, because Holly was normally a very happy person. She just wanted something to make her function in the world, and she hoped that if Adderall would help her get through school, it might also help to turn her into a functioning adult eventually. The goal of this wasn't to open up old wounds, but simply to help Holly become more functional and independent. The need for that had only increased in the past week or so, given that Makayla had been forced to leave Holly home alone on multiple occasions. She knew that it wasn't fair to always rely on Cara for childcare, but she didn't expect the blonde to suddenly cut off all contact, with no warning. It made it impossible for Makayla to think that it had nothing to do with the incident during the Disney trip, with the weed. She had enough to worry about, and having offended someone who had been so helpful to her into cutting her off was the last thing she wanted to have on her mind, but she did.

"You make me go to public pools all the time during the summer," Makayla pointed out, referencing a summertime hobby that only Holly enjoyed. Makayla certainly didn't like swimming in a pool that she was sure was filled halfway with urine, and she barely enjoyed sitting in a claustrophobia-inducing area filled with a million strangers as she tried to watch Holly in the pool while not getting wet herself. She wasn't in the mood to argue, and she also was trying to be patient because she knew Holly was upset, but mostly, she was just tired. Cold and tired. She needed some tea, and preferably a joint to go with it, but she knew she was going to have to settle for just the tea for now.

"Don't say that! You love going to the pool!" Holly responded quickly, as if it was blasphemous that Makayla would even try to equate that with what had happened today. Makayla was lucky that this time, they hadn't passed any unfamiliar faces making their way up the stairs because over the past few days, Holly had enjoyed stopping to introduce herself to the many new faces she was seeing in the building. They made it up to the fifth floor without passing anyone on the stairs. However, on the fifth floor, they did pass by Brooklyn and Roman standing in the hallway, with Nick visible in the doorway of the apartment. Because Holly was still on her anti-Roman binge from the Disney vacation, and she also thought that Nick was a bad guy because of what Brooklyn had said about him over the past few months, she only acknowledged the blonde. "Hi Brooklyn!" she chirped. "If you eat all of your pizza and are still hungry, you can come over later! Makayla's making mac and cheese!" she said, noticing the box of pizza in the girl's hand. Surprisingly, she didn't feel compelled to linger and socialize, and continued towards their apartment. Her mood had clearly improved tenfold after only seeing Brooklyn, and that was apparent in how she turned to Makayla with a smile as she waited for her sister to unlock their door, and said, "I love her!" in regards to Brooklyn.

It took a fair amount of effort for Makayla to not let Holly know that there were a plethora of things she would rather do on her summer days off than watch Holly do handstands for the millionth time in a pool, but she bit her tongue. She was glad that somehow, Holly had managed to say hello to Brooklyn without getting caught up in conversation, and had simultaneously managed to turn her mood around just as quickly. "I can tell," she answered with a half-smile when Holly proclaimed her adoration for Brooklyn, and quickly unlocked their door, leading her in, before Holly could decide to return to Brooklyn and try to chat. "Do you want--" Makayla was going to ask Holly if she wanted her to start making dinner then, or if she wanted to wait a little, but she was surprised to see that Chanel was in the apartment. After being gone for what had felt like a while, she was surprised to see her back, especially since she hadn't remembered exactly when Chanel had said she would be back. As expected, Makayla couldn't really respond to their roommate's return before Holly did.

"Chanel!" Holly exclaimed immediately when she heard music coming from the kitchen. She wrapped Chanel in a hug before the girl even had much time to respond, and Holly ignored the fact that Chanel appeared to be speaking with someone through her phone's screen. "Makayla was about to buy plane tickets to Mexico because she thought you were kidnapped and wanted us to go look for you to make sure you were okay!" she continued dramatically, and pretty obviously, falsely. "She was really worried about you and I was too, especially because I might need you to replace Makayla as my sister soon since she's really walking on thin ice with her actions lately!" she continued, only deciding to free herself of her jacket once she released Chanel from the bear hug. "And now that we know you're alive I have to show you my lava lamp that you got me because it's beautiful and Makayla doesn't let me keep it on at night because she's really boring and has sensitive eyes and says it's too bright for her to sleep, but I can put it on now for the rest of the day!" she said, completely abandoning any of the bitterness that she had felt minutes ago.

"Holly... that's enough," Makayla said as she followed Holly into the kitchen, expecting nothing less than to see her grabbing Chanel with enough passion to have really believed she had been kidnapped. "She's gonna go back on vacation if you keep bothering her like this while she's clearly doing stuff," she said, taking Holly's jacket that she was sure would soon end up on the floor. "Welcome back, and I'm sorry," she said, laughing somewhat, but also offering an apologetic smile to Chanel, who she felt had clearly just been interrupted, as she looked busy cooking. "As you can tell, you were definitely missed."

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"Well, well, well," Brooklyn said, quirking an eyebrow as her eyes scanned Nick's body. He wasn't who she was expecting to see, at all, even if, as referenced earlier, it was somewhat ignorant of her to think that he wouldn't be around. She was just as caught off guard as he was, but she was better at hiding that. In fact, noticing that he wasn't prepared to see her in his expression only empowered her to force herself to seem less bothered than she was. It was a typical Brooklyn reaction; one where she fed off of other people's discomfort and capitalized on that to make herself feel more in control and superior. Even if she wanted to say that she hated Nick, and even if she had actually said that she never wanted to see his sorry face again, she would have been lying to claim that there wasn't still something there. Something that gave her butterflies and made her nervous, which wasn't a feeling that was typical for her. He didn't deserve her affection or love, though. She didn't want him to have any power over her - not to make her want to smile, or give her butterflies, or even make her angry. She wished that she was that in control of her emotions, where she could look at him and feel nothing, but even months after he had cheated on her, he still meant enough to her that he held some sort of power over her emotions. And even if she acted well-equipped to deal with it now, she knew that Nick was probably actually one of the few people who would be able to see through that. Regardless, she was going to maintain the act, as an amused smile found its way to her face. "Look what the cat dragged in. I'm shocked that you would think it's okay to show your face around here anymore. Your balls must've grown a few sizes these past few months, because I sure as hell don't remember them being that big." Brooklyn was a predictably unpredictable person. There was just as much of a chance that she would respond the way she did, with crass and insulting humor, as there was that she would slap Nick across the face, or tell him to go fuck himself, or just turn around and leave. She wasn't the type of person who reacted to situations in a very set and standard way, though it was safe to say that aggression was more of a safety response for her. She was far more comfortable with lashing out at people than she was with admitting softer emotions, like feeling hurt and betrayal.

Her eyes didn't falter from Nick's face, even as Holly came by and, Roman made his little comments and helped himself to her pizza. It didn't matter that she had come over with the intentions of sharing it anyway. Had she not been focusing on Nick then, simply to prove a point that she was still a confident, powerful woman, with or without him, than she would have scowled at Roman, and maybe even snatched the slice out (only to throw it out once she got to her apartment). "I came over to catch up," she responded to him eventually, her eyes remaining on Nick. "I wanted to catch up with you alone, but I guess we've got room for a spineless, cheating third wheel. You can catch him up on how you made out with the girl he fucked me over for," she said, raising her eyebrows in mock excitement as she slipped past Nick, making herself at home in the boys' apartment.

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With the "greeting" he got from Brooklyn, it wouldn't have made sense in most people's eyes for him to be smirking, but he was. Nick knew Brooklyn, and though he had no doubt in his mind that she was being honest in expressing how she detested him, he also knew her well enough to know that the way she reacted to his presence meant that she didn't hate him. If she really hated him, he knew that she would have felt more emotional by seeing him, and wouldn't have invited herself inside. She would have turned around and went home, because she was too closed off to want either of them to see her when she was feeling like she wasn't cold and entirely composed. Beyond having enough knowledge of Brooklyn to be oddly be able to construe her hostility into a good thing, there was also no denying that Nick was simply attracted to Brooklyn... cruelness and all. Had he not somehow found her bitterness and cutting sense of humor to be attractive and amusing, then there was no way that they would have lasted for all of the years that they had. Her cynicism had always turned him on. It had been one of the things that he had first found endearing about her. He remembered how only a few months into their relationship, the two of them were high. They had ordered an unnecessary amount of food from an pizza place from around the corner and were binge watching a British television show that they had randomly found on Netflix. He could still recall, til this day, the exact line from the show, that she had commented on. "All relationships are doomed. If you emotionally undress in front of someone, they will pour acid on your shivering skin and leave you to die," one of the characters had said, to which she had promptly said, "If that isn't fucking true, I don't know what is." It was funny at the time, but then again, most things were when you were high, but Nick would later learn that it was a pretty good reflection of Brooklyn's outlook on relationships, and life in general. She was very closed off, with lots of walls built up, and she was always on the offensive end, but somehow, it was a defensive tactic. She wanted to hurt people before they could hurt her. Nick knew now, that his own actions had probably only validated that belief system.

Nick had barely even processed Roman's return to the apartment, but once Brooklyn slipped past him and he was just left face to face with Roman, it became more obvious. He was still thinking about Brooklyn just being in his space, but when she referenced Roman having some sort of involvement with Cara, Nick's eyes widened with surprise. His back was already to Brooklyn at that point, so he felt less worried about his facial expression showing the nearly pleasant surprise that came with that revelation. "You fucked Cara?!" he mouthed, and though there was no tone to express his feelings, his facial expression showed that he probably would have high-fived Roman, had Brooklyn not been present in the room. For some, the idea of someone hooking up with someone you slept with would have been weird, but since there was nothing emotional between him and Cara, and since it had been a stupid mistake, and a one time thing, Nick couldn't and didn't feel that way. Even as Roman called out to Brooklyn, saying, "Is that before or after I catch him up on how you seduced her brother?", Nick could barely wipe the amused look from his face. If he knew that Brooklyn had slept with Collin multiple times, it probably would have faded faster, but even had he known that, Nick wouldn't have blown up in a rage of anything. He would have felt upset, but would have known that it was self-imposed hurt, and nothing that he could blame her for... even if he was positive that Brooklyn would only engage with Collin out of spite. "Looks like you guys don't need me around for the drama to continue," he offered, honestly curious to hear both stories, even if he wasn't sure that the latter would really be something he wanted to hear, as he returned inside of the apartment, and back to his bong. "Smoke with us," he said, offering a grin to the blonde. "For old times' sake."

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Brooklyn unnecessarily throwing him under the bus wasn't much of a surprise. It would have been ignorant on his part to not expect some sort of collateral damage, but that didn't prevent him from being taken off guard by what she actually said. He knew she was referencing the picture from Disney, but made out was definitely an overstatement. The two had exchanged a kiss so as to please the pushy photographer, but that had also been a month ago, and something Brooklyn mentioned in passing. He should have known that he hadn't caught enough slack for it then, so this was making up for it. Even though her comment surprised him, the fact of that wasn't surprising itself. Brooklyn's staple was the fact that she was unpredictable, and truly, if it bothered Roman that much, he wouldn't be associating with her. Even if she did annoy him more than half the time, that was where the love was, not that he'd actually ever call it that. She was frustrating in what he imagined to be a very sibling-like way, since he had no siblings of his own, but like with actual siblings, it was rarely ever completely harmonious and peaceful. So while he didn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at her abhorrent personality, he could appreciate the dig for what it was, and he clearly wasn't too hurt to resist a snarky response. To Nick, he only slightly shook his head, his face revealing how ridiculous the suggestion was, but only after the slightest hesitation on his part. It wasn't a lie--at least not completely.

What Brooklyn was talking about wasn't planned or even as serious as it looked, and it did look pretty serious. Any romantic pose in front of something as iconic as Cinderella's castle was hard to refute, but it was something spur of the moment and that lasted a second. Or perhaps longer since it was clear that he wouldn't be living that one down for a while. But making out as Brooklyn said, or having sex, as she implied, didn't happen. Not during the trip, that is. Like many people on News Years Eve, Roman had celebrated to the tune of getting incredibly drunk and somehow managing to make his way back to the apartment in tact. It was on his way to his room that he saw Cara, in the same state, sitting outside her apartment door having lost her keys. Of course, it would have made sense to contact one of her roommmates, but common sense was a myth while intoxicated. After the inevitable crude banter, Roman let her wait inside until Brooke got off in a few hours, which was plenty of time for the two of them to end up sleeping together. He would be the one to get hammered knowing he had work in the morning, but there were plenty of times it seemed like Roman actively sought to destroy his life. After leaving a short note so the girl didn't think she'd been kidnapped, by the time he returned, she was gone. One night stands weren't new to or rare for him, and even if he would tell you that he hated Cara, he still knew her and wasn't such a terrible person that he genuinely didn't care if she made it back okay, even if it was just a few feet away. He couldn't keep it that simple, and felt the need to mask that he was checking up on her, so he'd only texted her something along the lines of asking if she was alive, her response of which was a (pleasant) surprise: "Sorry for setting the standards for your year so high, so early on. All of the druggies you sleep with for the rest of the year will be even more disappointing now that you were lucky enough to experience me. But I'll give you credit. Your number not being blocked right now means that you weren't all that bad yourself." They hadn't spoken since then, and it was nothing Roman was really thinking about. Not to say that it was just that ineffectual, but he wasn't the type to get caught up on many things, especially pertaining to sex. In fact, Brooklyn bringing up the blonde made him remember how that did happen just the other week. Roman didn't see Cara enough for it to require prompt addressing, but their short exchange was enough closure for him, even if it wouldn't have that by most people's standards.

Roman wasn't going to detail any of that. He told himself, for one, that he wasn't lying because no, they didn't sleep together during the time that Brooklyn mentioned. And secondly, it wasn't so serious that it warranted being anyone's business, but the latter definitely showed how it mattered enough for him to consider it 'his business.' He was already quite skilled in self-disclosure, and while he was quite comfortable when it came to sex, he wasn't the type that felt the need to loudly advocate every detail about that. And he also knew that this wouldn't have been the time to drop such a bomb. Roman would be lying, though, if he said that he still wasn't the least bit curious about that night. If for no other reason than the fact that it had happened with Cara, someone where it was known by everyone on the hall he had a (mutual) disdain for. And for him to be the type to be able to explain things for his own ego's sake, not being able to explain this one was a bit of a problem for him. But unlike with most things, it didn't necessarily frustrate him as much as it intrigued him, which was why he tried to refrain his smirk, but when he couldn't, he chalked it up to him reacting to Brooklyn's antics. Roman moved to the fridge to grab something to drink, definitely pleased with his newly stocked items, which surely said something about him and his life. "Careful, Nick," Roman said, catching the playfulness in Nick's grin. It wasn't at all a surprise that Nick would still have feelings for her, but it wouldn't have been proper or fun for him to not tease. "She's still a life sucking demon," he would have gone on to say that the worst ones were the prettiest, but he wasn't going to give Brooklyn the benefit by essentially saying she was goodlooking, even if there was no denying that. He'd sooner call her a toad, as far from the truth as that was. He walked to where the girl was standing and opened the box again, grabbing another slice, with intent to grab more. "I've already got claim over half this pizza, let that be known." Since Brooklyn had originally come over to split this with him and him alone, Roman didn't think it was at all unreasonable, or selfish for that matter, to take three more slices. Whether he'd managed to actually follow through with that was an totally different story though.

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"I know you're still broke as fuck," Brooklyn said to Nick, ignoring Roman's insult about her. She set the pizza down on the coffee table next to Nick's bong, but didn't sit down. Instead, she headed to the kitchen area and retrieved a plate. Roman may have been a slob who didn't mind choking the slices down out of his bare hands, but she wasn't like that. Even if she wasn't fancy or extremely formal, at the very least, she wanted to eat her food with a plate underneath it, if for no reason other than to prevent any grease from dripping onto her clothes. "So since I can't steal money from you, I will smoke your weed. Only to make sure that you have that much less for yourself," she explained matter-of-factly as she sat down on the couch. She took a slice of pizza for herself before closing the box. "And you can have half of it," she said, acknowledging Roman then, "Because this bitch isn't getting a single slice. He can eat the moldy food your fridge is probably full of." Brooklyn was being childish and petty, but it would have been dumb to expect anything else of her in a situation like this. Nick had hurt her, and even if she was going to occupy the same space as him for now, she wasn't going to be nice. Kindness was the last thing that he deserved.

"How was it, spending the holidays alone?" she said to Nick, biting into her pizza. She assumed he had no one to spend them with without her and Roman, since they had traditionally celebrated together in years past, but she also just said it to enforce the idea that it was common belief that Nick was a friendless loser... that he was doing worse than she was. "Or did Cara invite you over for a nice family dinner?" There was a slim chance that Brooklyn was ever going to stop referencing Cara and the night Nick shared with her. Again, it was another thing that she didn't think Nick deserved. He was the one who cheated on her, so he should have expected that he was going to be reminded of it frequently. She liked to think she was over it, and in some senses, she was, because she was no longer sick to her stomach at the thought of being cheated on, but she clearly wasn't completely over it. "What do the two of you see in her, anyway? Is it the money?" This comment was more serious, though she knew that they would both want to roll her eyes at her for claiming that they were both into her. They were, though. Neither would probably want to admit it, but Brooklyn wasn't stupid.

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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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Nick didn't expect anything less than this from Brooklyn. While it surely made for an uncomfortable mood from an outside perspective, Nick would have felt stranger if she wasn't acting hostile towards him. Maybe it was sick and wrong, but it was somehow comforting knowing that Brooklyn wasn't over the way that things ended with them. He didn't like that she seemed hurt by it, but at the same time, if she acted like they were suddenly on good terms, he would have felt like that meant that she was over it and him. That would have stung far worse than the expected insults she slung his way with each breath she took. Plus, as he had admitted to himself earlier, he found her personality, flaws and all, to be attractive. No one could deny that if anyone could pull off the bitter bitch look well, it was Brooklyn, and maybe he was only so tolerant of it right now because he had missed her so much over the past few months, but regardless, he couldn't muster up any anger or annoyance at it. If anything, he almost wanted to feel bad for Roman, because he understood that he would probably be the only one out of the two of them, secretly enjoying Brooklyn's attitude.

Roman disappeared to answer a random knock at the door, so Nick was left by himself, then, to answer Brooklyn's question about what they saw in Cara. It was one of those trick questions that girls asked, he figured, where any answer you gave automatically made you the worst person on the planet. His honest answer would have been that Cara was a pretty girl, so what was there not to see in her? For him, the money didn't mean much. It probably had to do with the patriarchal ideas that men had to have more money than women, so Cara's money wasn't something that would attract him to her because if anything, it was embarrassing that she had more than him. Brooklyn knew better than anyone that Nick wasn't money obsessed and didn't really care about his finances, but he knew the stark difference between his financial status and Cara's would be more mood-dampening than his with Brooklyn, even though one existed there too. Between her looks, and the simple fact that she had physically been in the right place, at the right time, after a volatile fight with Brooklyn left him craving something physical, she had been the perfect candidate for his decision to cheat. That was it, though. It wasn't anything that he saw in her that the average person with a pair of eyes couldn't see, either.

Instead of answering, he took a hit off of the bong, moving slowly, and inhaling deeply, before exhaling. He gently pushed the bong a few inches over on the coffee table, signaling that it could be her turn if she pleased, before deciding to answer. "I don't see anything in her. Just like I told you a million times, I'd take it back if I could. I was an asshole, and I did something stupid." He knew that wasn't going to be a good enough answer for Brooklyn, so because of that, and because Roman thought that he was going to be slick by leaving right after that question, Nick had to add, "Roman, on the other hand, is another question. I never even saw blondes as being his type, so maybe he is into her money. You'd have to ask him that yourself, though." With a smirk, he considered getting off of the couch and dragging Roman back inside, but he was too comfortable and ready for his high to set in. Boy, was that pizza smelling good now. "Killens!" he yelled from his spot on the couch. "Get your ass back in here, get me a slice of pizza, and explain to the pretty lady why you're trying to fuck her arch-enemy, will ya?" Although Nick tended to have a relaxed and quieter demeanor, when he was around the right crowd, he was definitely more playful and humorous than people would typically give him credit for. Despite the break in their relationship as a trio, Brooklyn and Roman were his two best friends, and even if things were weird now, it still somehow felt right.

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Brooklyn's eyes remained trained on Nick as he avoided her question in favor of taking a hit off of the bong. She wasn't blind to Roman's timely departure either, but she had heard the knock at the door too, so she couldn't claim that he was making that up for a perfect getaway to avoid her. The question was directed towards him too, though. Nick obviously had more grounds to answer, since he had actually slept with Cara, and you know... thrown away a serious relationship to sleep with her. Roman had only kissed her (as far as Brooklyn knew), and even if it was for a stupid reason as he claimed, it was still peculiar, especially since as far as she knew, he disliked the blonde almost as much as she did. He wouldn't get off the hook that easily, but still, she was pressed to see what Nick's answer would be. He wouldn't have a good one, she was sure, but at least watching him squirm and try to think of one would be decent compensation. He didn't seem as bothered as she would have hoped though, and though the bong hit surely bought him time, his answer wasn't as fulfilling as she would have hoped. She was hoping for something more unique or emotional, something that might leave her feeling different than she had over these past few months. It was a silly thing to hope for though, because nothing could be said or done to change what had happened. She knew that. She was the one to reassure Nick of that.

To her own dismay, she found herself smirking, her eyes still glued on him, as he called out to Roman. She was aware that this was Nick's deflection tactic; that he didn't want any more questions posed towards him, and she decided that she would let him off the hook for a moment. Roman was taking unnecessarily long at the door, and he still owed her an explanation too. She could have joined in on Nick's playful taunts across the apartment to Roman, but oddly, she remained quiet. Smiling still, but silent, before eventually relinquishing her gaze from the side of the man's face, and taking a hit off of the bong. "You better bring Makayla a dime bag today," she said quietly, after a long exhale. It was random, but marijuana had a tendency of reminding her of Makayla, if only because Brooklyn had first become familiar with Makayla (outside of Holly) through the client relationship she had with Nick. She just remembered that she had just seen Makayla in passing, and even if it had literally been a second's worth of an interaction, with Holly saying hello and shockingly moving on, it still was enough for her to remember it. "As a late Christmas gift. She's stressed." Brooklyn didn't know that as of recently, but she still couldn't shake how odd it had been for Makayla to start crying in front of her while they were at Disney. It still left her feeling weird and uncomfortable, even just thinking about it, but she felt bad nonetheless.

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As if on cue, just as Cara was walking back to her place, Nick's voice rang through the door. Even though Roman was thankfully alone and therefore the only one who could hear him, he couldn't suppress the eye roll that followed suit. Not because the statement was that bothersome, but because it was just that accurate, and the sheer coincidence of his interaction with Cara just then on top of Nick's comment was what was annoying. Roman had been an instigator in the moment as well, so he couldn't act entirely off guard, but in a way he still was. It wasn't like he had opened the door with the expectation for the past few minutes to have occurred, and he certainly didn't expect it to end without consequence the way it did. Roman was the kind of person to be the agitator, and then be taken aback when someone leveled him, despite him basically asking for it. In this specific situation, he wasn't at all discouraged, and now he had two things to look forward to, but it was enough for him to want to go to his room and find this bag Cara was talking about. It was a wonder to him how he'd managed to miss that the entire week, but he ultimately decided against it. It was probably one of those situations where it was hiding in plain sight, and upon coming back inside to the faint smell of weed traveling from the living room, Roman's attention was redirected.

Before heading into the living room, Roman stopped into the kitchen. First, to grab some paper plates, then paper towels, and finally the pizza itself. Earlier Roman had been totally serious about keeping his half of the pizza to himself, but he didn't actually care enough to refuse Nick a slice. Had he not be distracted by what happened outside, his previously playful mood would have remained, and Nick likely would have been met with some resistance, but for now, he placed everything on the table and took a seat beside Brooklyn. The previous time, Roman had gotten lucky when confronted with an awkward situation, but this time he was quite literally walking into it. Instead of answering the question, though, he decided to avoid it in the best way he knew how to. "You two kiss and make up?" Roman first glanced at Nick, raising his eyebrow at the guy as he leaned over to grab the bong. It wasn't a suggestive look, as if he was really vying for some kind of romantic interaction between the two of them. Somehow, that'd be even more uncomfortable than Brooklyn laying into Nick. His look was hard to translate, with it being little more than a silent communication between him and his friend, but within it was certainly a layer of distrust. Not in Nick himself, but instead as a reminder that it was a joke, because he wouldn't put it past Nick to resist Brooke if she magically changed her mind right this second and forgave him. He couldn't really blame Nick. Roman had (intentionally) never been in such a serious long term relationship before, but he could imagine that years of engagement was hard to shut off like that. As he took a hit from the bong, he redirected his attention to Brooklyn before exhaling in her direction. It was a wonder why he had been thankful that the two seemed to be acting cordial, only for him to instigate Brooklyn seconds later.

Only because he could already feel what was coming, which was either Brooklyn rightfully hitting him or making a just a cutting remark inevitably involving Cara, he went ahead and bit the bullet. He made sure to turn to Nick, though, because it was him who had brought it up, and Roman was going to get back at him for dragging him back into this. "And no one's trying to fuck anyone," he said, lying straight through his teeth, before a slight smile formed on his lips. "Besides you, of course. You might want to cross your legs, mate." Roman laughed, pleased with his own joke, that wasn't really that funny, but like Nick, he was enjoying the familiar company and the nostalgic sentiment it brought with it. "You seem most vexed about it, though," he said to Brooklyn, despite knowing just as he was doing know, she'd only been instigating. "Why don't you explain since I already did, and apparently there's more to it that I'm not aware of. Then I can tell you just how wrong you are and can hopefully smoke in peace." Roman placed the bong in the middle of the table, grabbing a slice of pizza, and leaning back comfortably.

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Nick nodded. He could do that. Makayla had been a solid and regular client of him for years, so it probably was improper of him, at this point, to have not thrown her an extra gram on the house in the spirit of the recently passed holidays. Nick was a pretty generous dealer towards people he liked though, so it wasn't like he had never done that for Makayla before. Not only was she a good client, but like Brooklyn pointed out, she was stressed, or at least had reason to be stressed, since Nick wasn't caught up on her current state of mind. Not only did he sell to Makayla, but they used to light up together here and there, so he occasionally caught a glimpse into her more personal life, as opposed from just judging what he saw in their otherwise minimal encounters. "I can do that," he agreed, content with the idea of making it sound like he was partially doing Brooklyn a favor by agreeing, even if he had enough reason to do it on his own anyway. As Roman appeared, bringing the pizza that Nick asked for, Nick smiled and probably should have been appreciative enough of the fact that he now didn't have to get off of the couch himself, but he couldn't help but to feel impishly playful for the moment.

"Forget about Cara for a second," he said, even though he was curious about hearing the story, and didn't mind Brooklyn getting a taste of her own medicine. In truth, he knew that deflecting the spotlight off of Brooklyn would probably win him some brownie points, but he also didn't mind turning the spotlight back on Roman for more genuinely amusement based reasons. "I think the problem here is that no one's trying to fuck anyone. You go celibate on me, man, or did Brooklyn hook you up with one of her creepy friends while I was gone, and they gave you herpes or some shit?" he asked jokingly, before continuing. "Because unless that's the case, Brooklyn just brought up a great person you can direct your attention on instead of Cara. Makayla. What about her? Pretty girl, chill vibe, drama-free kinda girl. I could see her being into some weird shit too," he offered in a serious, nearly matter-of-fact tone, despite the last comment probably deserving him a slap across the face. It was his turn to hit the bong, or he supposed that it was, because even though he hadn't realized Roman had went, it was sitting idly in the middle of the table, so it seemed free for his taking. Instead of going directly for it, though, he devoured half of the slice of pizza in a matter of seconds, wiping away the grease on his hands before grabbing the glass instrument.

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Though it would have been impossible to predict, given how interested Brooklyn seemed on pressing things a minute before, and just her personality in general, as she sunk further back into the couch, she decided that she was going to drop the conversation of Cara. She was going to let it go for the moment, and see just what hanging out as a trio would be like again, without purposely trying to ruin it. Obviously, the second that Roman brought it back up, though, it would have been impossible for Brooklyn to maintain that more admirable decision. She was once again ready to continue the conversation, and was very interested in sharing her version of events. It would have been far more dramatic and skewed than simply explaining that she had seen the picture of them kissing on their Disney app (and that she had it screenshotted to show Nick for his own viewing). However, as Roman sat down, Nick quickly changed the subject to Makayla, and it had Brooklyn rolling her eyes. She and Makayla weren't close by any means, and Brooklyn was not innocent of occasionally shading the girl, or just being nasty or impatient with her in terms of her sister. Still, though, even if she didn't always (or frequently at all) show it, she liked Makayla. Felt bad for her, yeah, but also had an authentic appreciation for her work ethic and her ability to push through in a life that was clearly tough. If she hadn't liked her, she never would have set her up with a job at the club she worked at.

"Keep her name out of your mouth. Both of you," she said, looking between the boys, through her tone wasn't really aggressive. "I don't need either of you fucking around with her. 2017 should be the year of both of you eating your pizza, minding your business, and keeping your dicks to yourself." It was wishful thinking and Brooklyn knew it, but someone had to keep these boys in check and Brooklyn wouldn't be Brooklyn without taking a moment to play the saint when she was far from it herself.

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Friday, January 6th, 2017 || 9:00 PM

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Despite plenty of people drinking their way into the New Years just a couple of days ago, tonight wouldn't be a bore, especially with it being New York. There was never a dull moment, and what with Chanel having done everything and more in high school, the appeal of getting drunk every night had vanished. If she had a good night out, she didn't feel as compelled to go out the night after just to keep up. Granted, she still did go out quite often, but only when her funds allowed for it and when she felt like it. She was still young and enjoyed going out just as much as anyone, but she also didn't mind staying in from time to time. Because she knew the right people, she didn't have to worry about going out while she had the chance. It wasn't like she was the highlight of the night scene, but being such a sociable person, it was no surprise that she could thrive in a place like New York. She didn't know top tier people, but she knew plenty of promoters, and the friends she went out with tended to have a comparable appeal as her, making it easier for them to get into places. It was something Chanel was so used to that she didn't even realize there was a kind of privilege surrounding it. Two of her friends from school had been bugging her about going out, and she was close to giving in, just so that they would leave her alone, and because she knew that she would feel good after a few drinks. When Makayla put smoking on the table, though, her night had been officially secured.

"Not gonna say no to that." Chanel had just showered, her hair still elongated and damp and her skin supple from the steam. Currently, had face was painted green with a matcha tea mask that she actually didn't make this time. It was usually just at this time that she would fix a cup of tea and get into bed, or watch television, so she was already prepared to kickback. Since she had nothing else begging for her attention besides washing her mask off, and she didn't see any point in wasting time, plus to show her appreciation, she figured she could help Makayla out. "Did he say what time? Because I'm not doing anything and can go by and get it while you get her settled in."

Makayla didn't have a problem with going to get the weed herself, since Nick lived just down the hall, but the unsocial part of her also appreciated the idea of being able to minimize the amount of time she had to spend socializing. She liked Nick, and had seen him pretty regularly since he had moved out months ago, since he was her dealer, but she didn't want to sit around and chat all night. Most of the time, he was good about being quick with things, and treating it as a transaction. However, she didn't want to feel compelled to talk about his sudden and unannounced move back, because she knew that would problem lead to a full blown conversation. "I told him I'd try to get there before nine-thirty and he said he'd be around, so I guess anytime between now and then. If you feel like going over there, that'd be great, but no pressure. I should have a minute to get over there soon, hopefully." Holly was probably going to shower before bed, so that was going to be some spare time, but Makayla knew that she could also use that time to do a more thorough cleaning of the apartment like she enjoyed doing once Holly was actually asleep.

"It's no problem." Chanel waved her hand. She wouldn't mind the interaction, or getting out of the apartment, even if it was just for a minute. She was still adjusting to going back to real life, and being bundled up in the apartment alone was a sure fire way for her to relapse and want to call her mom, an admittance that had her feeling pretty embarrassed. "I'll just finish my face and head over there!"

"Okay, thanks. I'll leave the money on the counter," Makayla said, just before she remembered that she probably had cash on her. Waving the bills in the air, she silently signaled where she was leaving them. "And if something comes up, don't worry about it," she offered, an extra push to make it clear that she wasn't trying to inconvenience Chanel or wrap her into anything she didn't want to be involved with. She simply felt like it would be nice to reciprocate some generosity after Chanel had fed her, especially since Nick had texted her an hour or so ago, saying that he was going to be generous on their next sale, as a late holiday gift.

It only took a couple of minutes for Chanel to get everything done. After rinsing off her mask, and following up with the rest of her routine that had become quite extensive to combat the cold, dry season they were in, she made her way back to her room. Between Makayla and Holly coming in and her leaving the bathroom, she'd managed to misplace her phone. Scavenging through it, she happened up the chocolates her aunt had gotten her, realizing they were unopened. This initially confused her, since Holly had eaten them earlier, but it was then she remembered the Hershey's the girls had gotten her, which was an obviously far less serious offense. Chanel felt bad enough for feeling frustrated with the girl, even if it was only internally, that the impulsive side of her had her thinking she wasn't pure enough for the dessert. But, it was also just Chanel being dramatic and emotional simultaneously. Another walk around the apartment led to her finding her phone in the middle of the island. "Of course," she muttered, sliding it into her pocket along with the money her roommate had left. "I'll be right back!" She called to Makayla, not waiting for any response, figuring one wasn't necessary. Standing outside Nick's door, she sent Cara a quick text.

To: Cara
What indentured servitude do I have enter to say thanks for the purse? Image

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

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The apartment was quiet and empty, something that didn't bother Roman. After having an apartment to yourself for a while, it did start to lose its appeal, which was another reason why he was glad that Nick had moved in. Like anyone else, Roman also craved social interaction from time to time, and it was nice to have another presence in the place, but it was just easy for him to enjoy having the space to himself. It wasn't even like he was doing anything that required a bunch of privacy. The evening had been relatively lazy after (and thanks to) smoking, and after showering, he had finally come down from the high. It was around that time, when his head was finally clear, that he remembered he was supposed to find Cara's bag. It was still early, and something he didn't think would take that long despite somehow missing it for the past week, so he didn't feel any pressure to go searching for it now. Because he didn't have anything to do that moment, he had started searching for it early, deciding that it would only take a few minutes top. Because it was something Roman had already decided wasn't serious enough to require much time and energy, he felt a need to make a point of finding the purse right then and there. In reality, it hadn't been anything more than ten minutes, and he was simply getting impatient. Roman stopped in the middle of his searching, at this point thinking that he was being played.

To: Cara
you're sure you left it over here?

His room wasn't messy, so it wasn't like it could be hiding under piles of clothes. He took a chance and looked under the bed, knowing it would be a fruitless attempt, and as if to insult to injury, there it was. He groaned, not sure how such a stupid thing could end up in such a stupid place, although given the scenario, it didn't seem that weird. Before he could text Cara asking her when she wanted to bring it, since he wasn't sure if she was even home right now, there was a rapping on the door. When he opened the door to see Chanel standing there, thumbing her phone, he was no doubt surprised, but her boisterous response was somehow even more shocking, despite being totally predictable.

"Roman, hey!" Chanel exclaimed upon Roman being the one to answer the door. She wasn't so excited to see him, but it was typically a reaction she had to everyone she hadn't seen it what she felt like was a long time. Though the chances of her seeing him were exponentially high given the fact it was his apartment she was at, it was still just how Chanel was programmed, and given that she loved surprises, even predictable ones, she was still phased by even the smallest of things. "Happy New Year. I haven't seen you since Florida. How are you?"

Unlike Chanel, Roman wasn't really one for surprises, especially when they were this loud and...present. Because he didn't see her often, he had never gotten used to her strong personality, so each time was like a reset. He had managed to be okay with her during the Disney trip, but it wasn't a surprise that she would be there, and they didn't really talk one on one that often. It was much easier to take her in doses when he was with other people, that way all of her energy was spread across multiple bodies. This time, he was experiencing it head on. He wasn't sure why she seemed so excited to see him, but he wasn't offended by it. "I'm good, thanks. Happy New Year." Roman looked her over, trying to gauge what she could possibly be here for.

"That's awesome. Did you do anything fun?" Chanel was completely oblivious to Roman's reaction, because if she wasn't, she surely wouldn't try to be making conversation with him.

"Mm, no not really."

Chanel cooed, nodding empathetically, although her New Year was quite the opposite of his. "Yeah, sometimes it's nice just to relax and not do anything too crazy. I was running around after the trip, so just being able to relax sounds like a dream," she said, laughing. "Oh yeah. I heard Nick moved back." In response, Roman only offered an affirmative, but she didn't take it the wrong way. "Aww, that's so cool. Rooming with your friends is the best. I mean, sometimes it actually sucks you know, but you and Nick seem like you're totally compatible, so I bet it's great. I was actually here for him. I'm picking something up for Makayla and she said he would be here. Can I come in?"

"No," Roman said, perhaps a bit too quickly, and he didn't miss the shocked, if not a bit insulted, look on Chanel's face. Chanel wasn't necessarily his favorite person, and he knew he could be a bit terse and typically didn't care, but he knew that she had good intentions, so he did feel some regret for sounding so cold."Sorry, not no. He's actually not here."

"Oh. He's not?"

"He went to that pub down the street. I don't know when he's gonna be back, but you could probably just meet him there. Or I could just text him if you really need it right now." Roman didn't need Chanel to tell him what exactly it was she was picking up, since it was pretty obvious, especially if Makayla was involved. There wasn't anything out for him to give Chanel, otherwise he would, but he wasn't going to go through Nick's things just for it.

"Nah, you don't have to do that. Were you heading down there too?"

Roman shook his head. He definitely had time to, but just didn't feel like it. Upon second thought, it didn't seem like the worse idea, but he was also trying to cut the conversation short, and wanted to avoid the possibility of Chanel extending an invitation. "Probably'll just stay here for the night." When Chanel left, he would text Nick to make sure he was still there, since even he'd feel pretty bad if he accidentally fed the girl the wrong information.

"Oh okay. We'll probably go down there, but you have a good rest of your night." It took a minute to think of what bar Roman was talking about (and another second to realize what he meant by pub) before she realized he had to mean Art Bar. It wasn't a place she frequented, and while she wasn't sure if she wanted to brave the cold for weed, the night was still early, and it was only a couple minutes walk from the apartment. She had been against going out simply because her friends were trying to go clubbing, but she wasn't totally opposed to the idea of chilling out in a toasty bar. And considering it was that or wait who knew how long for Nick to get back, the former seemed like the better option. She'd rather have a beer or two than feel like she was rushing Nick over some weed. Back in her apartment, she started to head back to her room before she remembered the money in her pocket. "Hey," she said when she found Makayla. "He wasn't there, but Roman said he was down at Art Bar. It's like five minutes away from here, I think. You wanna go?"

To: Nick
you're still at the pub, right?

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Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Nick Moreno

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Nick hadn't planned on doing much tonight, aside from some business. His line of work was great because of the money and the freedom, but also difficult for reasons aside from just the illegality of it, and the conflicts that came with that. One of the biggest ones was that while he didn't have a set schedule, and could technically work whenever he wanted to, he also had clients who wanted products within a certain time frame. He could take days off, sure, but if it was a consistent thing, he would likely end up losing business and clients entirely. So, for the most part, Nick's profession forced him to be "on call" all of the time. He had a lot of clients who he sold to at consistent times. He had a lot of teenage clients that he usually met with once or twice a week, on set days, while they walked home from school. He sold to a group of employees that worked at a local pizzeria, and had made it a habit to do their transaction on Saturday evenings, since the rush in the store made his presence less noticeable (and he normally got a free meal out of it too). He had a lot of clients like that, where the times of their deals were standard and expected. For every one of those habitual customers, though, he had three who were more random. They'd hit him up unexpectedly because they had run out sooner than expected, or were partying, or just craving drugs, and would want it ASAP, and he had to deliver. Most of the time it wasn't a big deal, but on nights like tonight when the cold weather made his body hurt at just the thought of walking in it, it was annoying. It was money though, and this was what he signed up for, he reminded himself as he pulled on the first clean clothes he could find in his dresser, tossed a jacket and his backpack on, and headed out of the apartment building.

Thankfully, this last minute call wasn't going to be a far commute. It took about ten minutes for Nick to walk to the apartment building that the girl lived in, and once he had his money in his pocket after the exchange, he felt like it was worth getting off the couch for. He was nearly home when he got a text from a client of his who was fairly new, asking if he could drop a dime bag off to him at his job. It was always strange to Nick that people were so brazen as to be okay accepting drugs at their workplace. Maybe that was hypocritical, given that selling drugs was "bad" in itself, but at least he was making money doing it. These people were spending money and risking the source of their money. It was especially odd given how Nick was. He was good and receptive to his clients, so if someone really needed him to drop weed or pills or coke, whatever it was, off at three in the morning after work, he would do it. Still, this person worked as a bartender at a bar that happened to be just down the block from Nick's apartment, so despite having to return home first to pick up more weed for the order, it was something he wouldn't say no to.

He spoke to Roman briefly when he returned, mentioning that he was on his way out to make a deal at Art Bar, before heading back out into the cold. Luckily, the walk was quick this time and before he knew it, he was inside of the warm and cozy bar. Although he looked like a homeless person and was very aware of that, he appreciated that this bar wasn't very fancy or formal either. Everyone still looked more put together than he did (which wasn't hard given what he was wearing), but especially with the temperature, outside, many people were wearing thicker layers, so he was glad that he wasn't completely surrounded by a sea of mini-dresses.

His exchange with the bartender was pretty quick and easy, and after the man insisted that he take a shot of tequila on the house, Nick found himself ordering a beer. He knew that he was going to end up spending two or three times what the man had just paid him, because Nick wasn't the type to just drink one beer, but he also didn't really care. He had made good money today, which wasn't uncommon for a Friday, and Nick was never one to worry too much about money anyway. He liked to think of it as something that could always be replaced. It was valuable, and yet invaluable at the same time.

Roman's text message pulled him out of the daze that had him blankly staring across the bar, occasionally taking a sip of his beer. He responded to it, and had he remembered that he had promised Makayla he would be home for her to pick up her bud, he would have texted her to apologize and let her know where he was. He didn't recall that right now, though, so he only answered Roman, and texted Brooklyn, not caring if he seemed desperate for hitting her up so soon after reuniting with her for the first time in months.

To: Roman
Yeah. You coming down?

To: Brooklyn
Working tn?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dialogue Color ✦ #2d2491

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

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

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

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

It was definitely a contrast to her chipper mood earlier.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oscar Teenson
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Junk...junk...junk.

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

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

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

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

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

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