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Oscar Teenson

"Challenges are life's way of making things interesting"

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

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Basics

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Full Name: Oscar Teenson

Nickname: None to date

Age: 24

DOB: January 22nd, 1993

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown:
Queens, New York

Occupation:
Freelance Computer Programmer Contractor



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Personality

Oscar is what some people would call the ‘Stereotypical IT Geek’. He’s the type of person who can easily distract himself for hours either playing video games or working on something with his laptop or desktop. To that end, one could call Oscar an introvert and he would nod and agree with you. For the most part, Oscar doesn’t do well in crowds or when interacting with a bunch of new people all at the same time. He prefers small groups of people, usually about 3-4 if he can manage it, and at the very least one person who he’s familiar with so as to fall back on them as a crutch should he start to feel overwhelmed. These kind of feelings and anxiety problems he keeps to himself though, never actually stating this is what he wants but letting it be known through how he acts. Granted, it’s hard to make new friends when it’s hard to interact with new people in the first place.

Oscar hates small talk, usually finding it to be a bunch of busy work that gets people nowhere and prefers things to be straight to the point. If you need his help with fixing something technology related, just ask, don’t bother inquiring about his family or past time especially if you’ve stated in the past that you really don’t care about such a thing. In fact, he finds it much easier to talk to people, even new individuals, when he has a purpose or reason for approaching them in the first place. It’s mainly how he gets by in his job, and why in social situations he’s usually the person hovering just outside the conversation circle, listening and taking everything in . That is, if you can get him to go to a party or the like in the first place.

True to his introverted nature, Oscar becomes extremely sapped after a social outing. Being around people, unless it’s one or two close friends, drains his mental energy at an astonishing rate and so he tries to ration himself, remaining calm and not getting too excited about anything when in such a situation. Of course, he can’t put off talking to people entirely forever. For those who actually get into a conversation with him, they immediately find three things. One, he’s incredibly perceptive. Despite not liking to talk to people, he seems to pick up on the slightest signs of people’s intentions and emotions, reacting accordingly in each conversation. While he’s not 100% accurate, the amount of times he’s right is a somewhat scary thing. Two, he’s incredibly intelligent. People like to split their knowledge base into ‘book' and 'street' smarts, whereas Oscar has always seen them as the same thing. It’s just knowledge, and such things always came easily to him. He doesn’t claim to know everything, but finding things out isn’t hard and he finds studying to almost be cathartic, so he’s constantly learning new things in order to relax and kick back. Three, Oscar hides behind a very thick curtain of dry wit and sarcasm. Mixed with his perceptiveness and intelligence, Oscar’s jabs can sting with the force of a pinprick or a full blown gut shot depending on how hard he wants to hit you. For the most part, he keeps it to things he thinks the majority of people will find funny, only bringing out the big guns when people anger him, preferring to destroy his enemies mentally as opposed to physically. In fact, this type of speech has become default, and you can rarely talk to Oscar without some form of sarcasm dripping into the conversation.

Underneath it all, and although he will never admit it, Oscar is very much a lonely person. He’s the type of guy who won’t talk to you for days on end, but will immediately notice your absence should you leave. He enjoys his alone time, but there is the odd moment where Oscar will go out of his way to contact an old friend just to have a conversation and see how they're doing. He enjoys the presence of certain people, just not the talking or annoyances that come with such a presence. He has a somewhat ‘grumpy old man’ disposition, but this is ultimately a shield as he constantly feels like opening himself up would simply be a way for people to hurt him. As such, it’s not hard to become a ‘friend’ of Oscar, but it’s hard to really know Oscar.

There are some things that Oscar is good about though. He’s honest with his opinions, but never brutally so. He’ll tell someone when they’re messing up, but will often offer solutions or alternatives when doing so as to make it easier for them to fix their mistakes. He’s a man of his word, his promises are oaths that he doesn’t intend to break. This means that Oscar doesn’t make promises unless he fully intends to keep them. He’s punctual, believing that to be a part of his ‘word’ deal. Integrity is a massive cornerstone to Oscar, and should he ever break his word for whatever reason, he will go out of his way to fix it. On top of this, he’s almost always willing to help a person in need, even a stranger should he be able to. The only exception to this is when he feels the person in question is abusing his help and talents, at which point he will rescind his offer of assistance.

In summary, Oscar is an introverted intellectual with a dry wit that can cut with all the power of a blade. He enjoys the company of a few people while seeing crowds as something to be avoided. He’s honest, helpful and reliable while also being held back, withdrawn and somewhat grumpy at nearly all times of the day. It’s not hard to become his friend, but it is hard to get to really know him.

Likes:
Games, computers, programming, animals, cooking, hanging with close friends, being alone with his thoughts, helping others, witty conversation, learning new skills and information, intellectual challenges.

Dislikes:
Dishonesty, unreliable people, crowds, cherries, being bugged while working, anyone touching his computer setup, having to repeat himself




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Background


Oscar’s background isn’t anything to write home about. A pretty typical and incredibly boring ordeal if you ask Oscar. Born to a middle class couple by the names of Isaac and Linda Teenson, he was raised as an only child and never truly wanted for anything. He would never claim he was rich or poor, he fell right into the middle of the demographic that ended up giving him proper access to everything he needed to succeed at life. In some ways, he was bitter that there wasn’t more challenge to everything. They lived in a decently done up bungalow in Queens, New York, where he lived a boring average life filled with nothing but loving parents and the standard fare of growing up a single child.

Well, there was the issue that school came so easily to Oscar that naturally he drew attention for being a ‘nerd’ among his classmates. Some people tried to take advantage of this, get him as a friend and use him to improve their grades where others saw him as ‘different’. You know, the typical bully crowd. Oscar didn’t go through anything that any other bullied kid hadn’t gone through. They teased him, called him names, occasionally beat him up and made his life miserable for most of his young life until high school. It was during this time that he also learned what a ‘fake friend’ was. They never stood up for him and disappeared whenever the bullies arrived so as to not be targeted out of association. When that happened, he cut off ties, realizing immediately what he was to them. As such, he had very few, if any friends growing up. Once high school hit, and the bullies more or less disappeared as people realized the utility of nerds such as himself, he revised his attitude towards these ‘opportunists’.

He helped them out, and in return he got invited to a few things throughout the years. He labelled them ‘friends’ because calling it a ‘mutually beneficial business arrangement’ seemed a bit cold even for him. Much like his previous academic career, high school came easily to him. He ended up graduating with high 90’s in nearly every subject, and immediately heading into post secondary with multiple scholarships. He ended up attending the New York Institute of Technology for Computer Science. This was finally the challenge that he was looking for, as University finally pushed him to not simply coast, but to push his abilities to see what he could do. 4 years flew by for Oscar, who viewed the entire thing through a very focused eyepiece, taking every assignment in stride and working on it for the absolute maximum that he could. He didn’t make any friends or the like during this time, why would he need to? All his time was devoted to doing the best that he could with the challenges provided.

It became a fixation for him, and when he did finally graduate and gain his degree...he realized that he was lost. What was he to do now? Get a job? He supposed that was the next move. It was then that he started to see the real issue with society. He had graduated with honors and more than a few professors were more than happy to recommend him to people, but that intimidated his would be employers who felt like he would easily come to the conclusion that he needed to be paid more. Oscar couldn’t apply for the higher jobs because he didn’t have the necessary experience with the industry, and no one seemed to want him for the starting level jobs because he was overqualified. It was an endless circle and he ended up using up what little money he had saved up to this point and nearly ended up on the street.

Luckily his parents managed to bail him out, giving him enough money to continue on, but he came to a dark realization. While he wanted to get a stable job that would allow him to progress and challenge him enough on a mental level, he doubted he could get that at this point in time. So he took to another avenue of approach and quickly became a freelance contractor in regards to computer programming. There he quickly found a footing as he was able to interject with what had become his speciality over the years, but even now he’s not entirely satisfied. The challenges in that line of work were not the ones he liked, the mental ones, but instead of the social variety. Having to deal with clients and often how stupid and demanding they were was driving Oscar insane, not to mention that living in a crappy apartment on his own was slowly making him realize what a hermit he was becoming.

He came to the conclusion that, despite having no real friends to date, he would need some sort of social interaction in order to maintain some semblance of normalcy. He took to a bunch of different sites in order to find people looking for roommates, and eventually settled upon a three bedroom apartment looking for one more. With his mind made up, he prepped himself to move and made the transition.



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Appearance

Height:
5’11

Weight:
160lbs

Face Claim:
Iain De Caestecker

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Oscar Teenson's Story

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The screen was essentially the only thing that lit up the room that Oscar had made his home just a few short days ago. His eyes darted around like scared mice, tracing over each figure as lines of code presented themselves to him and his fingers moved slowly and with careful precision as subtle changes were introduced into the code. Once he had made a few changes, he leaned back and stared at the screen, some AC/DC blasting in his ears through the use of earphones. He placed his thumbnail near his mouth and bit down on it slightly, his other hand tugging on his plaid sleeve as he contemplated about his current problem. He had been working on it for awhile, the client becoming...agitated after it was found. Oscar had assured them he could fix it, but in true typical ‘contractor’ fashion, they felt he could do the impossible and fix it within the hour. Well, nearly a full day’s work later, and he was just dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s. After staring at a couple screens of code for several minutes, he confirmed that his solution worked by bringing up the application itself and attempting to replicate the bug that was found. After attempting to deliberately break the application he had helped put together and failing, he felt confident enough in saying that he had solved the problem.

With a few more clicks, he had submitted the changes and emailed his client to let him know the problem had been fixed. The good thing was that all of that time was billable, the bad thing was that the client was undoubtedly going to try to ‘haggle’ for lack of a better term. After all, Oscar had fulfilled the contract nearly a week ago, all of this stuff was out of scope for him and essentially more an issue of professional pride than contractual obligation. With that done, Oscar leaned back in his black office chair, the seat reclining slightly as Oscar let his hands hang to his side as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would deal with that issue when it happened. When he opened his eyes again, it was only at this point that he realized how dark it was in his room, and that his eyes were watering...and his stomach was growling. Had he eaten today? He had gotten up, checked his email...nope, he had launched into that problem from 8am on.

With a bit of a groan, Oscar pushed away from his desk and placed his hands on his blue jean clad legs, using them as support to stand from his nearly planted state. As soon as he was on his feet, he could feel the numbness in his legs start to go away, something that he hadn’t even been aware of. He rubbed his face as he stretched slightly, feeling the scruffy little pre-beard forming on him from not shaving that morning. Had he even showered? Had he even left the room? This was exactly the reason he had decided against living on his own. Getting over his little self inspection, he walked over to the door and flicked the light on in his room, squinting as his eyes got used to the light being projected into the small-ish space.

His room wasn’t much to look at, and despite a few clothes and pieces of paper strewn about, was fairly clean...in fact one could call it sterile. Considering the amount of times he would forget to eat, there wasn’t really any wrappers or plates. Not like he would allow himself to eat or drink near his machine anyways. There was a whiteboard with markers and erasers nailed onto one wall, much like a classroom version, and different bits of code monkey jargon had been written on it (As well as notes to himself mainly in the form of 'Why?!' and 'WTF?!'). He had moved in here almost immediately following new year after getting a hold of the two guys who were looking for a third. Honestly, Oscar didn’t know them in the slightest but had a brief introduction with them before moving in, and was kind of surprised to find that they were a gay couple. Well, to put it in a better way, he wouldn’t have pegged them as gay had he met them individually. Naturally they had asked if that was going to be a problem, to which Oscar shrugged and asked ‘why?’. Honestly, Oscar couldn’t care less who people decided to be with so long as they weren’t obnoxious about it.

Exiting the room, he made his way to the kitchen although he didn’t seem to see his roommates in the common area. Reaching into the fridge, pulling from the third shelf as that was his space, he pulled out some ham and placed a few pieces of toast into the toaster to begin making himself a sandwich. After a few minutes, he was munching happily on a ham sandwich as he realized that he had to check if he had mail. With a new address, he was bound to get a bunch of forms and notices about his change in address, but that meant going out into the hall with all the strangers, not a concept he found appealing since he had spent all day in his room locked in combat with a coding bug. He walked back to his room, giving himself a sniff and looking in the mirror. He didn’t smell and still somehow looked somewhat presentable but gave himself a bit of a boost by spraying himself with some febreeze.

Still munching on the sandwich, Oscar made his way out into the hall and down to the mailboxes. When he got there, he went about fumbling with his keys as he held his sandwich in his mouth, flicking through a couple of the still unfamiliar things on his chain before finding the proper one to unlock the box. Once that was done, he opened the mailbox and started sifting through a number of the items presented to him. A few were for Kaz and Vince, which he simply held onto to bring up to the apartment, but a couple were for himself. One was from the bank notifying of something blah blah, another was from the landlord basically saying hi and a copy of the rental agreement for Oscar’s clarification, but the next one was from one of his contracts and opening it revealed a cheque for his previous contract.

Score. Oscar thought to himself as he pocketed the cheque and started reading through the rest of his mail right there, losing himself in the letters.

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“Glitter on the west streets
Silver over everything
The rivers all wet…”


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me,” she asked the man. “You know if there’s any sort of elevator in this building?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” she said, nodding frantically. “My bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She then turned to Oscar. “Now are you a student too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The alarm didn't wake him.

Again.

But that wasn't anything new, not at all. Kaz had been sleeping through alarms since the moment adult obligations were a thing he had to deal with. He needed the rest, that was for certain. Late nights spent roaming through studies - some not even related to schooling at all - talking shit on the world at large with Neil, or doing his best impression of a emotionally functional human being weren't uncommon. Once even, in the very short time between moving in and inviting Oscar into the fold he had spent his time playing 'white male in a generic horror movie' with a bottle of tequila, a home-made ouija board (printer paper taped to a spare slat of cardboard and a magnifying glass), and Neil's constant disapproving snark. It had been magical. (and moderately terrifying once the tequila really hit him)

Last night however, had been a nightmare of insomnia's making and the mother of all bad decisions to call home and check in with his parents - they were great, everyone was great - which meant that someone was lying about something. Typical, but that didn't make him feel too great either. So instead, he stayed up until dawn broke on the horizon watching shitty trash tv and sitcoms till he'd smoked his way through two packs of cigarettes alone. Neil had joined him, and did so without the same judgement he reserved for the rest of the world. Kaz was grateful.

What he wasn't grateful for was the fact that his head pounded something awful and he could hear Neil laughing at him like the big asshole that he is. Kaz groans, burying his head further into the sheets before opening his eyes to the darkness provided beneath the covers. He blinked, and slid into the light - though he couldn't tell what time it was and didn't actually want to know. He flipped Neil off and grabbed blindly for his cellphone on the night stand. It's blank screen and inability to react despite holding down the home button for several long minutes indicated how well and truly dead it happened to be. Of course.

The alarm didn't exist at all.

"Fuck off," He said to Neil, with a strange touch of fondness in it that only someone who uses insults as compliments could generate. Then proceeded to brush a hand through the tangled mess of his hair. He couldn't remember if they had any prior obligations today, his short sleep and the groggy headrush that came from it wiped memories of the week from his mind.

Without bothering to dress appropriately he strode past Neil to the door, he was used to walking around in just boxers and never quite saw the need for modesty in his own 'home.' Sure, he paused a bit as he saw Oscar walking in, carrying what looked to be the mail. He hadn't gotten used to having another entity in the apartment yet, didn't think he would ever get used to sharing space with someone who wasn't tagged with the same last name as him, or Neil who was an entire other beast to live with.

"Hey man," Kaz greeted, unperturbed, then moved along to the kitchen where he could brew up some instant ulcer inducing coffee. Needing badly to feel as if he isn't on the verge of falling asleep on his feet.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, what?” she thought, racking her brain for the last few words her ears managed to catch.

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

Then a knock on the door.

“Oh! Well, I’ll get that,” Jetta laughed before leaving the kitchen. “Maybe he’s come to declare his love.”

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

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

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Moving, in general, was a process that Neil loathed, and subsequently drew out. Most of their shit had been put away before they’d invited the new kid along, but their school stuff was still packed up like if they ignored the fact that it existed, they would starve off the incoming semester.

The fucking boxes were mocking him though. Neil frowned at them through a haze of smoke and kicked at the cardboard, hard enough to make a sound but not to do any real damage. Kaz spared him a glance, as if making sure the latter was true, and then decided Neil’s little fit wasn’t worth his energy.

Neil frowned harder. What a fucker.

“Babe,” he said, the word dripping with sarcasm the way any of their pet names did. He might as well be swearing, for all his tone gave away. The two were currently taking over the living room. Neil wasn’t sure what the fuck Kaz was up to, and Oscar had locked himself in his bedroom after breakfast never to be seen again. That was probably for the better, Neil was in a mood.

“Babe,” he said again, and this time pulled himself away from the shitty window with it’s shitty view to move to where Kaz was sprawled on the couch, full attention on whatever trash daytime television bullshit he was watching. Despite having half a foot on his boyfriend, Neil climbed up there with him, pressing his knees to either side of Kaz’s thighs. That got his attention, a flash of annoyance in dark eyes. It was kind of hot.

”What.”

“I’m bored,” Neil complained, and it would sound whiny, expect Neil didn’t ever really whine. It was a stated fact, a problem presented. Obviously, it was Kaz’s to fix.

Kaz arched an eyebrow. “I wasn’t.” Neil evidently looked unimpressed enough that Kaz sighed and said, “Read a book.”

Neil snorted. “Fuck you.”

Kaz offered him a lazy shrug and a slow smile. “That works too.”

Neil grinned and ran his free hand through Kaz’s ridiculous hair, getting a grip and tilting his boyfriend’s head back far enough for a kiss. “Temporary solution to a lifelong problem,” he muttered against the other man’s lips. “I’m assuming you don’t have the energy to stay in bed for three days solid, mm?”

“You’re such a freak,” Kaz said, pushing at Neil’s chest he backed off, laughing. “Can I go back to my show now?”

“Your trash shit isn’t going anywhere,” Neil pointed out, and took a drag of his cigarette. He kind of wished he had something stronger. “You know what we should do? Throw a party. Tomorrow. With lots of alcohol and fucking bad decisions. I bet someone in this building is dealing.”

Kaz eyed him suspiciously. “You hate people.”

“True,” Neil agreed, “But I love hating them with yoooouu.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, but if anything the expression looked fond, before he stretched out a bit and curved one arm behind his head. It was a lazy gesture for a lazy day, and he was probably already feeling winded from the shit Neil was about to throw at him. “Fair point. What are you even going to do though? Print fucking flyers and stick them on everyone’s door? ‘Free alcohol, bring drugs’?”

“Yes,” Neil answered, confidently enough that one could almost assume that had been the plan all along. “That’s a yes, then? Do you think we should ask Oscar? I mean, not that I really give a shit if he wants us to throw a party or not, but I guess we should at least ask him. OSCAR!” Neil paused, waiting just long enough to see if his roommates head would appear or if he had his damn headphones on. “We’re throwing a party, want to come?”

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It had been a long day of looking at nothing but fiddling around in visual studios, messing around in C# in order to satisfy a client that was quickly getting on his nerves. Word of mouth was an awesome thing when it got him work that he wanted, but it was a double edged sword. If he wanted to retain that type of reputation, he couldn’t turn down work without a damn good reason. So far, the client had been anything but cooperative, demanding the moon and offering very little in return. Still, Oscar had given him some time to stew on his decisions while he himself had been looking at options, approaches and generally making sure he would be ready when the time came down to actually work on things. Naturally he hadn’t been doing this all day, he had taken a break around noon to play some games for awhile but before he knew it, the day had fallen into the evening and he had done the very thing he was trying not to do, which was isolate himself from the world. It wasn’t until he heard his name being yelled, thankfully only having one earphone in at the moment, that he even realized what the time was.

“Damn…” Oscar said to himself, becoming accutely aware that he hadn’t eaten anything all day. He got up and walked to his door, walking out to see his roommates in a rather...compromising position, although they were both fully clothed so Oscar didn’t say a word. ”Party? As in you’re throwing one here in the apartment?”
Upon receiving an affirmation, Oscar paused for a second to give it some thought. He was expecting his client to get back to him sooner rather than later, and he would prefer to get a head start on the work expected of him so that it remained fresh in his mind. ”Well, I do have a client who I’m wai-”. As if his phone had been waiting for that exact moment, it started to ring with the default ringtone. He pulled it out of his pocket, and took a glance to see it was the very man he had been ready to just talk about. ”Speak of the Devil and you shall summon him. Gotta answer this.” Oscar answered the phone, walking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. ”This is Oscar Teenson.”

“Evening Mr. Teenson, how are you doing tonight?”

”Pretty well Mr. Kaster, how about yourself?”

“Good, good. Have you given any more thought to our proposal.”

”I have.”

“And? Are we ready to draft up a contract?”

”I think you failed to understand why I didn’t agree to anything in the initial phone call sir.” Oscar stated, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it, leaning against the counter as he fed himself just the tiniest bit. ”I’ve already stated that I don’t work for exposure, and with the amount of work that you want done vs the amount you’re paying me, that isn’t nearly enough.”

“We beg to differ, we believe we’re offering a fair rate with plenty of benefits.”

”Broken down, the amount of time I would need to work on your application, at the rate your offering, is just above minimum wage. I’ve stated my rate, if you’re unwilling or unable to accommodate that, then I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

“Mr. Teenson, I believe you’re throwing away a great opportunity to get your name out there…”

”That’s called exposure...the very thing that I said I don’t work for.”

“Well considering you’re an independent contractor, we felt you could use a bit of publicity.”

”You’re literally a ‘word of mouth’ client yourself. My name is plenty out there already.” Oscar answered, taking another bite from his apple.

“You’re throwing away a perfectly good opportunity.”

”Nah. You’re trying to get me to work for essentially nothing. I’ve done my research, looked into what you want built and have already done up the estimations on effort, time and resources that I will need to complete it. This isn’t a matter of not being able to do it, this is a matter of you trying to undercut me.”Mr. Kaster seemed ready to say something, but Oscar cut him off as he was tired and didn’t want to do this song and dance at the moment. ”Sir, if you want my services than you know my rate. If and/or when you’re ready to accept that, I’ll be here and ready to go but until then I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you. Now if that’s all?”

“You’ve made your stance clear Mr. Teenson, I’m sorry we couldn’t come to an agreement.”

”Same. Have a good night Mr. Kaster.”

“You as well.” Oscar hung up the phone with a sigh, realizing he had just wasted an entire day researching a pointless endeavor. Oscar finished the apple and threw it away before wandering back into the living room area.

”So never mind, no job tomorrow. Sure, throw your party.” Oscar made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and slipping on his shoes. ”Gotta get some fresh air though, back in a bit.” With little flair, Oscar was geared up and walking out of the apartment.




It had been a good while, walking out in the brisk cold and feeling the wind sting his face a bit. He had maneuvered a path around several blocks, making sure his legs hadn’t atrophied and he didn’t have nerve damage from sitting on his ass for so long. He was on his way back, but honestly he was taking a bit longer than he really should have, mainly because of the position he had seen his roommates in when he had exited. Like he stated, he didn’t have a problem with gay men but he didn’t want to walk in and hear the sounds of any two people really going at it like rabbits in heat. As he got closer to the apartment, he figured he could always just check at the door of his apartment and take another walk if that was the case, but he did want to get in from the cold at this point.

It was then that he noticed the bar that he was passing, pausing and reading the sign. Art Bar? Not the most original name, but considering it was only a few minutes away from his place he figured it couldn’t hurt to at least check the place out. Maybe get a quick drink and give some more time just to make sure he didn’t walk in on something. So with that mindset, he stepped inside and was met with a bit of a rustic aesthetic. The atmosphere seemed pretty relaxed, and not overly crowded which relieved Oscar to no end. If it had been elbow to elbow bodies, he would have rather freeze to death than taken a single step more into the place. Unzipping his jacket, he made his way to the end of the bar and sat upon a stool. Looking over, he noticed the few girls that he had helped with their TV. They seemed preoccupied so he didn’t see a reason to go and intrude on their conversation or night.

The bartender came over, wiping the counter as he did so. Oscar wasn’t much of a drinker, but he did prefer hard liquor over beer. ”Jack and Coke please.” Oscar asked, pulling out his phone and checking through the rest of his mail to see if anything had come by in the time he had been walking about.

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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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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 ‘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.

“Sorry,” she admitted, releasing a defeated sigh. Her weariness was starting to show. “I’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.

“I 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. “So 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.

“Sorry 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. “I’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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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.”

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

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

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

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

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The bar was getting so steamy in Jetta’s opinion that it was almost a little sickening combined with the alcohol. But the cold air was very sobering. She considered herself pretty lucky that they were so close to the apartment and so the walk wasn’t terrible. It was actually very calm, though it didn’t take long for Jetta to catch wind of Oscar matching her stride. Bless his heart, she thought. Though she was pleasantly surprised by his forwardness.

She offered a defeated smirk at his comment. Shaking her head as if at her own stupidity.

“Nah it’s me,” she hummed, blessed by a calm that could only be achieved after escaping a bar full of twenty somethings. “I’d been kind of worried about fitting in or whatever, since they kind of knew each other before. They seem to fit well. I don’t know I feel like I gotta put up a little bit of a front? Be all personable and charismatic... All, 'Girl yeah totally!' I don’t know… I don’t feel like I can keep up if that makes sense? At least not tonight.”

Jetta was a scrappy person in general. A girl who honestly preferred to lock herself up for days drawing fan art. And despite her fashion choices she doesn’t embody the sort of filtered, editorial cool that floods the grids of Instagram. A cool that she attributed to Zoey and Riley when she got in contact with them on Facebook. The best way Jetta could describe her perception of things was that they were the portrait mode on the Iphone X and she was the android front facing camera, ironically fuzzy and hilariously blown out. But she’d sure have people fooled if she stayed silent and never opened her mouth.

“You like what you do?” she asked, changing the subject. She wasn’t sure if it was rude or not to pry Oscar on his experiences feeling like a rando in a group. “Like do you enjoy the computer stuff? Don’t it drive you crazy?”

Jetta was imposing her own anxieties about the science onto Oscar. But she did always wonder if the people who did it actually enjoyed it or if they were in the same boat that she was in, performing out of fear that doing what she loves won’t support her.

She felt a light buzz from her phone but resolved to check when she got inside. The walk was short, but it was just too damn cold. She shoved her hands deeper into her warm pockets.

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Oscar stared ahead as he recognized the slightly defeated smirk from Jetta. He still wasn’t completely sure if he was correct in his assumption, but as she started to talk, he gained confidence in his educated guess. It was a bit surprising to hear her say that she was essentially putting in an effort to be upbeat and cheerful in order to compensate for her relatively new status to the apartment she was living in. It made her seem a bit more introverted than their initial meeting would suggest, but Oscar would be the first to say that his skills of perception were anything but perfect. He looked over to read her face, and he could tell that she felt tired, not just physically but emotionally and maybe mentally. Regardless of whether the girls meant to somewhat exclude her or not, it wasn’t hard to see the effects of such actions taking a toll on Jetta. Maybe Oscar was reading too much into this? Maybe this was a simple misunderstanding? Maybe Jetta was overreacting to something that was an innocent mistake? Oscar didn’t have enough information from all parties involved, nor did he know Jetta well enough to make those kinds of assumptions. He just had to go on his gut, and his gut was telling him to not make any broad or sweeping statements that might sway things in a bad way.

She seemed to trail off, a rhetorical question more or less ending her little explanation of the events leading up to this moment. I’m over analyzing, take a step back. Oscar thought to himself as she paused for a moment before asking if he enjoyed what he did. This made his mind pause for a moment as he considered the question. Did he really enjoy what he did, or was he more enthused by the idea of a challenge that was constant and ever changing in his industry?

”I don’t think ‘Enjoy’ is the right word...more like I appreciate it.” Oscar stated, his speech slightly slow, as if he was analyzing each word and trying to figure out how to explain it. ”I didn’t get into the industry I’m in currently because I like to cut code, or deal with arrogant clients, or spend days upon days working on an application that is doomed to fail because people aren’t listening to me or the current trends...More like I appreciate the challenge it throws forward.” Oscar paused for a second longer, trying to figure out what to say next. ”I get bored easily. A lot of things have always come...naturally to me, or at the very least it’s never hard to figure out. Being a code monkey keeps things fresh because the industry is constantly evolving and changing, with new ways of doing things always coming forward and ensuring that doing the same thing over and over again is a sure fire way to get yourself either punted out of your occupation or blacklisted as someone unwilling to adapt. Ultimately, the challenge of staying ahead and overcoming obstacles keeps me where I am. Does that make sense?” Oscar felt like he was getting too deep into what should have been a very easy question, but he didn’t believe in half-assed answers if he could help it.

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