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Ruby Barr

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

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Name:
Ruby Alexandra Barr

Age:
29

Birthday:
February 10

Nationality:
American

Ethnicity:
English, German

Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual

Hometown:
New York, NY

Occupation:
Adolescent Psychiatrist
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Personality:
Ruby has always been very intelligent. She's book smart, and smart in that conventional A student sort of way, but in other ways as well. While a lot of people claim to be good at reading people, when in reality, they're average, Ruby is quite good at it. She's very perceptive, and has always been the type of person who listens to other people and interprets their actions, rather than being the type to put on a show and draw attention to herself. She thinks of people as being puzzles that she wants to solve. She knows that it's impossible to solve every puzzle in the same way, just like how you don't solve a crossword puzzle the same way as a jigsaw puzzle, and that the approaches she needs when interacting with different people must be different if she wants to figure them out. It gives her a versatile sort of character, where sometimes she'll come on stronger with certain people than others, or speak more and contribute more, versus sitting back and being more subdued. Her natural personality is definitely more quiet and thoughtful, but it shouldn't be mistaken as her being timid or reserved. She's not, and actually can be very assertive, but she prefers to be assertive about facts and not opinions. Therefore, in typical conversation, she does prefer to let other people do most of the talking while she just responds. Her responses will always be thoughtful and engaged, because she definitely isn't rude and would never purposely try to come off that way, but she prefers to let other people talk about themselves, rather than do so herself.

One of her biggest flaws is that she tends to put more thought into figuring other people out than she does herself. It's not really self-neglect, but more-so that she just doesn't know how to figure herself out. It's easier for her to analyze other people because she's looking at them from an outside perspective, where's she's just taking into account what she hears and sees, and using those to interpret their thoughts. With herself, she knows her thoughts. She knows how the inside of her mind works, and it's easier for her to see her flaws as being bad and detrimental things, rather than how she seems them in other people, as just essential parts of their personality. Therefore, she tends to get frustrated with herself often in her own personal life. She over analyzes her own actions and is hard on herself for things that don't even matter, or weren't even noticed by other people.

She also has a bad tendency of falling into her own little world. Analyzing people is not only part of her career, and nearly a hobby for her, but it's become such a part of her personality, that it's ingrained in her social interactions. She often times can't distinguish when to turn off that "psychiatrist" mindset, and be more normally social in a carefree sense. She likes for all of her relationships to have depth and meaning, which obviously isn't possible unless you only interact with a very small handful of people (which is even more impossible in a city like New York). That only contributes to how she tends to put more effort into other people than herself, because she's constantly thinking about other people and their problems, and how she can potentially solve them, over her own.
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History:
Ruby was born and raised in New York City. Her family was always well-off and financially comfortable, and though they were wealthy by the standards of normal Americans, she was only average, if not a bit on the less-privileged side, compared to many of the kids that she grew up with. Basically, her parents had money, but it was money that they worked for, and it was never in copious amounts where she could be a trust fund baby and live off of it for the rest of her life. Even if they did have that kind of money, Ruby's parents weren't the type to let her or her brother off the hook of having to work for themselves. They raised two intelligent and hardworking children together, and to this day, are very proud of it. Aside from growing up in a supportive and stable household, Ruby was also lucky enough to attend a private day school in Manhattan that offered her many experiences, and a great education. She was never very popular socially, but always had a group of friends that she was satisfied with, and that was enough for her.

When she was in high school, she realized that she was gay. She didn't wake up one day and just decide to be gay, but it wasn't something that she was always aware of. In fact, for a few years after hitting puberty, she actually thought that she was asexual, simply because she felt no attraction towards the males that her friends often deemed to be cute. She felt like the attraction that she had for females was normal, in the sense that she just really thought they were pretty or wanted to be friends with them. She didn't recognize that she felt more until she was in high school and after getting drunk for the first time, found herself desperately wanting to make out with a female classmate. She didn't, as even drunk, it was too uncharacteristic of her to be so bold, but that was when she actually realized that what she felt wasn't just a desire for friendship. While her parents were great in every other aspect, Ruby never dared to come out to them, and til this day, still has not. Her parents are religious and conservative, and because she's heard them speak poorly about the idea of being gay in general, she has too much fear to come out and admit to them that she is gay. It's probably currently her biggest dilemma, especially now that she's getting older and she's constantly being bombarded about questions regarding boyfriends, and when she's going to get married, and when she's going to start having kids. She wants to get married, and she wants to have kids... just not with a guy. Recently, she's taken up a cover by pretending to be dating her best friend, Ben, who she went to medical school with. She knows that it's silly, and pathetic even, to be doing so, but she's just so used to being the perfect child and making her parents proud, that she doesn't know how to break the news to them, and she still feels like it'll do more harm than good for them to find out the truth, even if she knows she can't keep this charade up forever.

Currently, Ruby works as an adolescent psychiatrist. She graduated high school a year early, after skipping first grade as a child, and therefore, finished her residency nearly two years ago. She spent six months following that, working for NYU Langone in the psychiatric department, before her parents "loaned" her money to start up her own private practice.

So begins...

Ruby Barr's Story

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It had felt like a long day, but really, it had just been a busy one. While many psychiatrists tended to focus their time on the pharmacological side of psychiatry, typically being referred a patient from a psychologist who had already pre-determined the illness that the patient likely had, Ruby liked to do both. She liked psychotherapy; talking to people, figuring out what was wrong with them, and trying to fix it. She was the kind of doctor who didn't think that pills could fix everything, and that even if they could in a specific situation, that there were other things that needed to be implemented into the overall care plan to ensure the patient's success. Insurance companies didn't like paying for long sessions focused on talk-therapy, especially not at a doctor's rate, so in recent years, the field of psychiatry had become far less talk-therapy based, and far more drug based. Many doctors who used to do both- getting to know their patients and also treating them with medications, were now only doing the latter. Ruby had only been working in the field, on her own, for about four months now. She was lucky, and she knew that. While most recently licensed doctors would be working in a hospital or clinic, taking whatever hours given to them, and working on paying back student loans, Ruby didn't have those problems. She was very lucky that her parents were well-off enough that she didn't have a penny's worth of debt, and also, that they had "lent" her a substantial amount of money to start her own practice. Because she wanted her practice to incorporate psychotherapy, however, she wasn't going through insurance companies, and instead, only accepted patients who could pay without insurance coverage. At $300 for a 45 minute session, Ruby was catering to a certain clientele, but what was more sad than that, was that her price was pretty standard for the industry. Even with only residency based experience, she had already picked up twenty patients that she saw once a week. All of her patients were adolescents, as that was what she specialized in. She was currently very happy with her career. She saw patients for 15 hours a week, and ended up making $6,000. Of course, she spent countless other hours researching and continuing her education independently, as well as completing paperwork, and that $6000 seemed to fade into a fraction of its original self after taxes, the rent for her office space, and her personal bills were paid, but still, there was no denying that she was lucky.

The fact that she had managed to find an apartment close to her office made things even better, as for the past few months, she had been commuting to her office from where she had been living for a while, in the Upper West Side by Columbia. This commute made things a lot easier, and to celebrate it, Ruby had picked up Italian food for herself and her roommates. She wasn't even sure if Griffin or Kamon were going to be home, so that only made the amount that she had ordered more ridiculous. She had ordered from Carmine's, a well-known Italian restaurant that served their portions in a family-style sharing size, so ordering chicken parmigiana, spaghetti and meatballs, penne a la vodka, garlic bread and a salad was definitely excessive, but Ruby had a tendency to be overly concerned about things. She figured that it was better to have too much than too little, and she would insist that the others eat the leftovers in the next few days anyway. "I'm home!" she called out in a sing-song voice, somehow managing to get the door open despite having her hands filled with the bags of take-out. "I hope you guys are too," she said, continuing into the empty kitchen as she set the food down. "Because I brought home food and I don't want to eat it alone!"

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KAMON LEAVITT
Hex Code: #78A47B
Kamon couldn’t decide which was a bigger pain in the ass; university, or her parents. Regardless of the answer, she was more than glad to be free of both nuisances for the time being. Her new living arrangement was a welcomed one, even if actually moving in was the least appealing part. Her room still had numerous boxes that hadn’t been unpacked and frankly, Kamon was going to avoid doing so for as long as she could. Or at least until she worked up enough courage to even gaze in the direction of all the things she still had left to unpack and sort through before all of the boxes were emptied.

The only sounds that could be heard were the haphazard marking of pencil on paper as Kamon hastily sketched down tattoo designs; some belonging to clients, others were just for the fun of it. Although it was a more time-consuming job, being a tattoo artist still allowed her to still easily attend university, and it also allowed her to grow her art skills in ways that she previously hadn't before.

She hadn’t done much else since she had first woke up that morning, and she was grateful for the chance to be able to relax and think about something else for a change rather than fret over her studies or her parents, which were being their usual overbearing selves. The only thing to disturb her from her never-ending sketching was the sound of doors opening and closing and the telltale sound of Ruby’s voice.

At the mention of food, Kamon had initially realized that she hadn’t actually eaten anything today and hurried to get up. The sight that greeted her was numerous bags of takeout, although Griffin was nowhere to be seen, yet. Kamon took it upon herself to get the chicken parmigiana out of one of the bags, throwing a gaze at Ruby.

”So how was your day at work, anything interesting happen?”

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Griffin Hughes had never been one to leave things sitting around when something could be done about them. At first this might seem like a fine trait. Dishwashers were never left with clean dishes inside of them and sinks rarely retained anything too dirty if he was home. Bills were paid as soon as they arrived, and dust that had been idly commented on was wiped away almost before you could finish a sentence. It was much less fine when it came to, say, unpacking from a large move and realizing that you'd spent almost the entire day getting your room settled instead of doing your actual job.

"Shit," Griffin grumbled as he peaked out his room's window. The sun was already intent on moving towards the horizon, warm colors painting the sky in oranges and pinks. He thought he'd been making good time, settling the last of his book collection in the bookshelf next to his bed only moments before, but apparently the day had managed to get away from him. Again.

It was all this moving business, he thought a little bitterly, a sigh turning into a groan as he stretched his tired muscles, arms stretching towards the ceiling. When he'd lived with Lucy, he didn't have much to worry about. No beds to assemble, no underwear to fold and tuck away. How long exactly had he spent moving his desk around his room, trying to find the perfect place to stay perched during the day?

There was just the work ahead of him, papers and books to look over with a critical eye, or the occasional meeting with friends. But Lucy had had to go home eventually, and he was adult enough to admit that he'd partially spent all day unpacking to avoid the latest manuscript waiting on his laptop ("It could be the next Twilight!" his boss had enthused. Griffin had responded with a less than enthusiastic "We could only be so lucky."). But he'd have to take care of it eventually. And grade those papers sitting in a neat pile on his desk. And... oh. His stomach gave a violent grumble. Apparently he had to eat as well.

This whole adult-ing thing without his sister constantly worrying over him was starting off quite well.

Relief came with the sound of Ruby's sing-song call for dinner (God, it really was late if she was already home. Had he really managed to skip breakfast and lunch?) as well as the almost immediate alluring scent of something distinctly Italian making its way through his barely opened door. Well. Ask and ye shall receive.

He threw on an oatmeal colored sweater, a little too big even on him, before slipping out his door and into the kitchen with a faint "welcome back" towards his best friend. Kamon was already there and, going by the empty sink and lack of any signs of actual eating in there, she'd either been out all day or forgotten to eat too.

And then there was Ruby, already spreading out a copious amount of food on the table. He raised an eyebrow critically.

"Looking to feed an army, are we?" He said blithely, but he still wandered over to the nearest cupboard to pull out a few plates and glasses (evidence of an earlier unpacking effort) and offered a slightly crooked and encouraging smile when Kamon asked after Ruby's day. As the local person who actively had to leave the apartment every day, this might be the closest either of them got to the outside world today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“These are my roommates Zoey and Riley by the way.”

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ZOEY . SAIDI
Hex Code: #551a8b
Zoey nodded in response to Riley. She wanted to shower herself. Being on her feet all day often made her feel sweaty, even if she hadn't actually worked herself into a sweat. Being in a restaurant too, often left her feeling like she smelled like food, so between the two of those, even if she wasn't actually as dirty as she thought, she always felt the need to shower after working. She would probably try to take one too before going out, and until the knock at the door drove her attention there, she thought that showering would actually be the next stop on her agenda. After a few seconds, Jetta swung the door open, revealing the girl that she had been talking to. She was a pretty girl, probably in her mid to late twenties, who looked sweet just on the surface. Once it was revealed that she was there to invite them over for dinner, she seemed even nicer, and even though Zoey wasn't starving, like Jetta was internally reasoning as well, it was hard to turn down a free meal. Besides that, Zoey was also a social person by nature, and she liked meeting new people. Moving into a new place was a transition in itself, so getting to know a neighbor who looked and seemed normal was something that was appealing to her.

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

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

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Riley Paige
Hex Code: #8365A1
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At the sound of Italian, Riley promptly lowered her fork back onto her plate. Her stomach clenched in response, newly hungry at the sound of something different than Chinese. After Zoey agreed to come over, Riley felt less shy and inclined to politely decline.Her line of thought was also the same: a free meal was basically a call from Heaven, but at this point, she was so sick of eating the same thing, that she would have paid this stranger for the meal. Granted, she only had about five dollars to give, so she wasn't sure how far that would get her, but chances are, Riley would have paid for a loaf of bread by this point. "Riley," she said, lifting her hand a little bit, although it was clear by that point that the only other person in the room she could be was Riley. Noting her own hiccup, or what she perceived to be one, she half smiled. "Hi. I'm in too. I'd eat a hot dog bun by this point, I think, so thank you." Just the thought of a different meal had her giddy with excitement, but the way she was calmly piling her leftovers away, it was nearly impossible to tell. Inside, though, she was grinning ear to ear like a child waiting for some big surprise. She had heard Ruby's voice, but because she wasn't focusing on the conversation, Riley didn't hear exactly all that the girl had mentioned having. Thinking back, Riley could understand that Ruby had done so, but she just couldn't remember what the girl had said, but she told herself that it seemed like a few things, which was enough to get her excited. By the time she was done, Zoey was back. It took Riley a second to realize where she'd gone, but once she did, she saw that she was about five seconds away from walking out without any shoes on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As expected, the apartment greeted her with a strong fragrance that left her mouth watering, an instinct she forgot she had. At the sound of wine, Riley suppressed a smile, although it barely would have been registered anyway since she already had such a muted reaction to everything. She passed a glance to Zoey, grinning internally because she was most certainly going to be twenty-one tonight, and once Zoey poured their glasses, it was clear that her roommate was on the same page as her. She shot an eager smile at her, one that would really only be worn by someone who was doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. "Oh, and I'm Riley. NYU too. I'm studying film with a, uh, pre-med track and a minor in French" And it was about as chaotic as it sounded. She wasn't at all forced to do pre-med, but she did have an interest, and while it might take her a bit longer to get out of school since she was realizing she was going to have to start balancing school, work, and her sanity, she did enjoy what he was doing in school. Her minor in French, whether required or not, was something that would have stayed. She didn't just do it for the looks or because she'd been studying it since elementary school, so she might as well get a degree in it. Especially now, it made her feel closer to where she was from, of which she knew very little about, asides from it being a beautiful, small, French-speaking island. Riley glanced about the table quickly while she prepared her plate, making sure to only take the smallest of portions so that she didn't seem like a piggy and then inevitably end up wasting the food. She wouldn't toss it out, but she also didn't want it to seem like she had planned on not finishing so that she could take things home. "This all smells really good," she offered quietly, wanting to say something of substance since she was now feeling particularly shy. It was an odd situation, to be fair. She didn't necessarily mind meeting new people, but breaking breads was quite a forward step. So even though they were clearly invited over to eat, Riley was still very present of her role as stranger and guest, and wanted to be as polite as possible.

Even without all of that, she felt slightly uncomfortable because of the vibes she was getting from the Ruby's two roommates. It was interesting that someone quiet like Riley would perceive two seemingly quiet people as offputting, but she understood that she'd only been inside for a few seconds, so she wasn't quick to judge. Nevertheless, that objectification didn't ease her nerves or her perception anymore, but she didn't want to be rude either. Her next best compromise was to ask her question, but when she did, to just look at Ruby. Ruby was obviously the most endearing of the bunch, and Riley felt naturally drawn to her, if only because the girl did seem so inviting. "What about you all? You don't look like undergrads," she said with a small, nervous chuckle. She glanced at Zoey, not realizing how much she was looking at the girl compared to her other roommate. Because it was such a novel situation, it was quite natural to gravitate to who you knew best, and in a normal situation, Riley didn't Zoey all too well, only well enough for her to consider her more than an acquaintance, but still a friend. Now, though, it was easiest for Riley to turn to Zoey as though she knew her well, and it wasn't to be fake, it was just a natural gravitation. Zoey was the most familiar one out of the bunch, so it made sense that she would stick by her side the most and the easiest. "I mean, Italian dinners definitely aren't a norm. At least not for us," she smirked, looking between her own roommates. "The closest I get to a pasta dish comes in an orange packet for a couple of cents."

Riley took her spot at the end of the table, sipping lightly on her glass of wine. She didn't look half as nervous as she felt, and in fact, she was holding herself with a lot of poise. It was likely because she was so conscious of herself that she innately became more in control, despite feeling the opposite. Riley took another prim sip before lightly placing it on the table. In all honesty, she hated red wine. It had a weird after taste and a grittiness to it. Whenever people spoke about sweet wines, it still tasted like sour grapes to her, but she wasn't going to wince tonight. She figured it was an acquired taste you developed as you got older, and she wanted to feel like anything but a broke twenty-year-old on her third (fourth?) day of Chinese food, even if just for a little bit. So if drinking a glass of wine she had no taste for involved that, then so be it. She might even have a second glass. Trying to be as discreet as possible, she fumbled with her phone on her lap, looking swiftly from it as soon as she was done. "It's so cold out. My friend was thinking it was going to snow, but I don't think it's on the forecast."

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i'm not crazy. we're way out of our league, right? i feel like i'm on a job interview

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Upon hearing the three girls' brief descriptions of themselves, Ruby concluded that they had to know each other through school. She wasn't far off, since Zoey and Riley knew each other through mutual friends at the school, but she wouldn't have guessed that Jetta had met them by chance through a Facebook housing group. It wasn't entirely surprising though. NYU was a big school, and New York was an even bigger city, so it would certainly be an ignorant thought to assume that everyone in a school like NYU knew each other. "You'll find your way," she assured Zoey with a confident nod. Luckily for her, she knew what she wanted to do when she was an undergraduate student. She knew that becoming a psychiatrist was her end goal. There was no plan B, no uncertainties, because she didn't need one. She knew what the job entailed, and she knew that it was a perfect fit for her. She was a unique case, in that sense, and in a lucky way. She knew that most people changed their minds and majors often in undergrad. A lot of people didn't know what they wanted to be after school was over with, and though it wasn't something she could relate to on a personal level, it was something that she understood. She understood how heavy the weight of a decision like a career choice was, and how it was a lot of pressure to put on kids who were only just beginning to get to make choices on their own at all. You went from having to ask for permission to use the bathroom in high school, to a few months later, being expected to choose a career path... one that would typically decide the fate of your entire future. It was a big decision, and so even if Zoey laughed with her comment regarding her parents' unhappiness with her major choice, Ruby was sure that it was something that stressed her out when she wasn't in front of a group of strangers, and didn't need to laugh to lighten the tone.

"Especially if it's something that you're good at and have a passion for, you'll do well. Even in the most saturated fields, which communications probably isn't, since I admittedly know very little about it, I think the most successful people are the ones who really have a passion for it, you know? The ones that enjoy going into work and doing what they do, and the ones who have ideas on how to make it a better field. I can only imagine that New York is probably the best place for someone looking to get into that." Communications seemed like a straight forward field. Ruby imagined that you could go into anything from a human resources type of job, to management, or sales. They were just guesses though, because she had dealt with those sorts of classes only minimally while in school. She had taken Communications 101 though, back in freshman year, which she cringed to think was over a decade ago. "I took only one or two communications classes when I was in school, but in the first one that I ever took, my professor said that the most beneficial piece of advice he had ever been given, years ago when he had first moved here, was to never burn bridges in New York," she said, pausing, as if the quote deserved a bit of thought. It wasn't that deep, but it was a true statement. She had grown up here, so it was a little different than had she just moved here and been offered those words of wisdom, but it was a good reflection of how connections were very important in the city. You never knew who you were dealing with on a daily basis, who they knew, and how that one day could either hurt or help you. That wasn't to say that anyone should keep toxic people in their lives, because Ruby would be the first to advocate against that, but to Ruby, it was more-so a strategy to focus on one's self-control and reactions. Cutting toxic people out of one's life was sometimes necessary and healthy, but it was possible, in her opinion, to do it graciously and without sacrificing one's own reputation in the process. It didn't hold an enormous amount of direct relevance in this conversation, but she liked to share the advice every now and then, and these young girls seemed like good recipients of it.

Had Ruby not been trying to make such a good and welcoming first impression, then she would have snickered at Kamon's comment, and added one of her own about how they could finally say that, and there actually be a chance of one of the women in the room wanting him. Most people would see Griffin as a lucky man for having two single female roommates, but in reality, both she and Kamon were gay, so he was out of luck in that department. She shook her head, though her smile spoke to her amusement, as she turned back to Riley, who had then explained that she was involved of all sorts of different interests in school. Film, French and pre-med? She was a go-getter, apparently, and Ruby was intrigued. Even if she had only said pre-med, that would have been a big enough similarity for her face to light up, but the uniqueness of that trio intrigued her more. "Kamon's the baby of our little family, so she's the only undergrad," she teased, flashing Kamon a cheesy smile in the process. "She goes to Columbia, which is where I graduated from with my bachelor's and it's actually where I went to med school too, which is why I already love you for being pre-med," she said, twisting her fork between strands of spaghetti, as she finally decided that she couldn't wait any longer to eat. Before putting the fork into her mouth, she looked to Kamon and Griffin with a playful smile. "See, only a few minutes in and I've already found you a little drawing buddy, and clearly everyone here can tell that you're stellar at communicating, so I'm sure you and Zoey will be hanging out all the time soon enough," she said, clearly sarcastically teasing Griffin with the last part. It was meant light-heartedly, of course. She understood that Griffin and Kamon both weren't as naturally inviting as she was, and she respected that, but she also appreciated that her relationship with both of her roommates was pretty easy going. They could all tease each other without it ever being that deep or offensive. "I guess I was lucky, though, because I knew that I wanted to go into psychiatry as soon as I started undergrad, which I know a lot of people, even in med school, aren't certain of. Long story short, though, I've been through the motions and know the struggles of everything from undergrad biochemistry, to the MCATs, and shadowing experiences, and I actually have a few connections at Langone and NYU's med school, in addition to everyone over at Columbia, so if you ever need any help finding an internship or getting some practice clinical hours in for your resume, you know where I live now," she said.

Finally taking a bite, the food was just as good as she knew it would be. She was sure that even true Italians couldn't hate on food this good, but she also wasn't one of those people who were overly critical of food, so it was easy for her to enjoy it. Swallowing the first bite, she had to throw in, "But, if you don't mind me asking, what are you planning on doing with your film degree?" She wondered if she was equally passionate about both, or if one was a backup plan to the other.

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It could have been the euphoria from the food that was talking, but Ruby extending herself as a resource merely seconds after mentioning the importance of connections in the city left Riley a bit dizzy. While it didn't make sense, for a brief second she wondered if the girl was joking. Connections were the one thing she hated about New York. She'd like the hustle and bustle, but she didn't like the grind. Having to rub elbows just to rub elbows, and that was coming from someone who wasn't the most sentimental person out there too. Plus, she came into New York cold turkey. There were plenty of people, like her roommates, who weren't from the city, but it was easy for Riley to feel like everyone knew somebody important while she didn't know anybody. She wasn't alone in that imposter feeling, though, but it wasn't something she was acutely aware of. It had never bothered her so much that she felt totally hopeless. She just figured her time would come, and hopefully it would be due to her hardwork, since that was the only thing she had. Even she'd be lying if she said she didn't occasionally fantasize, from time to time, about accidentally running into someone who just so happened to have amazing connections. And, in a way, that was what was happening here, but it still seemed so random and by chance. If she ever crossed paths with the right person, she assumed it would be related to some task she was doing, like on the way to class, or running errands. Never in her life would he have imagine that she would run into a Ruby just because her roommate had a chance interaction with her the other day. Riley almost felt wrong to take the woman up on her offer, because she'd done absolutely nothing to deserve such a thing--as if her hardwork for the past few years were, for whatever reason, no longer counted in this instance. The best she could muster was a grateful nod and, "Okay, thank you."

"I don't mind at all." It was a common question, and sometimes a spiteful one too, as was any degree where the outcome wasn't obviously rewarding. If she ever picked up on someone's snide attitude, she'd feel compelled to add that she was on a pre-med track, and then like clockwork, the mood of the conversation would change as the other person sighed a breath of relief. She wasn't getting that vibe from rumor, who seemed genuinely curious about what she would be doing, which would make it easier for anyone to want to be open to answering the question. "There's a lot you could do with film, and I don't want to limit myself, but I also don't want to lose my scope. So right now, I think if I could work at a market research company or an independent production company, that'd be great. Ideally, I'd be a content creator and have my own production company, but that's really far away. And I've also considered working for a start up since I have a few technical skills that I think could be useful. It doesn't have to be a career, but I would love to have it implemented in my life in some way." She sucked her lips in, as if she'd said too much and was hogging the conversation. Having so many possibilities in such a shaky degree was enough to leave even the most blase student worried. It was certainly easier for her not to worry since she did have medical school in her line of vision, but Riley really did love film and the versatility of the subject. It was more than just a script and actors, especially in the modern day. There was a softer, more poetic side with the writing and visuals, but then there was a hard, technical side to it. It was one thing to have a pen and paper and write down what you wanted the reader to know and feel, but it was something completely different to compel those same emotions from a visual audience. If you had the wrong actors, the wrong script, the wrong shot--it was all ruined. It wasn't the end of the world, but for Riley, it was close enough. She hated watching movies and seeing what could have been, but she also loved exploring why it had filmed the way it was. Put her alongside her dad, and she'd talk until the the sun rose from the east. She wasn't with him, though, and so she felt she'd been speaking some sort of foreign language, and felt the need to clarify, as though her relationship with her own studies needed to be validated.

"It's like..." Riley looked around, trying to think of an example. Her eyes fell on the mounds of food in front of her, and her eyes flickered. "Cooking. It's like cooking. You know when you make something for someone, and you just really want the people eating your food to enjoy it. And it's...really nice to see the look on their face when they take a bite. Even if you had it yourself and you know its good. Film is the same way. There's just something really cool about evoking emotion. Reminds you how human we are." In that moment, she realized she was rambling again, and shook her head, smiling apologetically, because now she was certainly being rude. Ruby didn't ask for all of that. "Sorry," she chuckled before scooping a forkful of pasta into her mouth to force herself to be quiet, because she was just an impulse away from talking endlessly.

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Griffin let out a hum of amusement at Ruby’s admissions as he wandered around the kitchen, filling his own glass with water. Apparently a year of minor alcoholism at his lowest point had made him a little averse to the bottle Ruby abandoned on the counter. But this was nice, he had to admit, listening to Ruby’s pleasantries as he and Kamon filled their plates. He wasn’t the sort of person terribly keen to chat, more comfortable in his role as a listener. That didn’t stop him from the occasional comment, however.

“Ugh. Children. I have no idea how you manage to deal with them every day,” Griffin muttered, scowling around the rim of his water glass. He’d spent far too much time dealing with snot-nosed brats as an older brother as well as during the portion of his residency that he’d spent in the children’s ward. The part of his residency he’d actually completed. But those were thoughts for another time or, well, never. He distracted himself by piling salad onto his plate, drizzling it with a balsamic vinaigrette. As long as Ruby didn’t bring home a stuffy nose or hacking cough to share around the apartment, he couldn’t complain much.

It was always difficult to complain around Ruby, whether she brought home some delicious(s if a bit touristy) Italian or not. She was his best friend, filled to the brim with warmth and enthusiasm. Well, that is when she allowed herself to truly live in a social situation instead of letting the over analytic part of her mind run hog wild. But she’d been better about that recently, especially stuck in an apartment with two blunt personalities like Kamon and Griffin. And when she was like this, positivity personified, he found it hard to deny her anything.

Which was very good, as it turned out, because he was not exactly pleased to have a stranger invited into their home. Yes, he did mind that she was inviting a stranger over. The apartment was a wreck (there were maybe two boxes left in the living room), he hadn’t showered today, and he didn’t like strangers. Maybe he had once upon a time, but after his dark downward spiral not too long ago, he just didn’t feel terribly comfortable in social situations. Here it was different. Ruby and Kamon were friends, people who’d touched his life in positive ways, even if Kamon had a habit of teasing him and Ruby sometimes fell into her old psycho-analytic training when he had bad days.

So, no, he didn’t want their neighbor stopping by, but, God, Ruby made it sound like the most reasonable thing in the world. How could he argue with that? So, instead, he reluctantly nodded his head as Ruby hurried out of the room. No, he couldn’t argue. He could, however, go ahead and take his pick of the choicest pieces of garlic bread, which he did with relish. Yes, armed with crispy garlic bread, he could face just about anything.

Except for there being three strangers instead of one. A herd of young women had apparently followed Ruby home, and Griffin found himself standing automatically, an act that belonged purely to the remnants of his mother’s dedication to teaching him some manners. He nodded in acknowledgment as Ruby made introductions, also not feeling the need to really add anything to the introduction. They were undergrads, as it turned out, a few years younger than the lot of them, although it was beginning to feel like a lot more. Maybe it was his sweater talking (or more likely Kamon’s comments about his “grandpa” sweater), but he felt like a bit of a fossil at the moment. Were they even old enough to drink? He doubted it but didn’t object when one of the girl began filling two glasses. It wasn’t his place to play at being an adult.

He would just have to stay strong, though. He dealt with creative majors on a weekly basis, at least, although he generally was holding their grades in his hands, which tended to change the interaction more than a bit. He resigned himself to sitting back down quietly, waiting to tuck in until everyone served themselves.

Ruby was in rare form tonight, dishing out compliments and trying to make connections between the people at the table. An illustrator, a communications major), and a film (with French and premed!) major. He could only be thankful that one of them wasn’t one of his writing students or students-to-be. Quelle horreur.

Maybe his general terror at the situation was showing because Kamon was ready to pounce, their eternal battle of snarky comments reviving itself. It was an old favorite, too, something he’d heard an infinite amount of times since deciding to move in with Ruby and Kamon. Clearly they were all completely straight and ready to live out an episode of some delightful soap opera. The reality, however, was much different with two out of three roommates firmly not heterosexual, and Griffin himself gradually admitting that he was somewhere more central on that sexuality spectrum.

“Yes, Kamon. I’m clearly in Heaven. Praise be,” He replied dryly, although the smile playing on his lips cut the sharpness of the comment. And it was enough to ease the tension for him, settling Griffin into a more relaxed posture. Familiarity was nice, even if it did mean that Ruby was going to take a turn teasing him too. He didn’t dignify her comment with a response, sniffing primly before taking a bite of chicken. Just because he was asked to be social didn’t mean he was about to let his food get cold, especially since it was apparently time for Ruby to dispense life advice.

He fought back a cringe when Ruby asked what the film girl, Riley, was going to do with her degree. It was a question he’d heard all too often after dropping out of med school, and it was usually paired with a good bit of judgment and disbelief. But Riley didn’t appear to take it the wrong way. If anything, her answer was far more telling than he’d expected.

He got it. Really, he did. The draw of communication through art, working towards something that you could only hope people reacted well to. How many short stories of his had been rejected? How many times had he had to prove that he could probably understand what made something good or bad to a reader while he was beginning as an editor? Not an easy life, that.

“Don’t be sorry about being passionate about something,” He said after a moment, eyes glancing down at his plate instead of at her. He seemed as surprised as any of them to finally be speaking. “Passion’s what keeps you going sometimes, especially when it comes to creating something. Otherwise you get scared off by all of the rejection and uncertainties.” He paused for another moment, fiddling with his fork.

“I’m work as an editor and I’m a Creative Writing grad student at NYU. Trust me, I get it.” He finally glanced up, a little twinkle of mirth in his eyes before going back to his dinner. “I wouldn’t recommend taking a class that I TA for, though. Apparently I’m the Devil incarnate.”

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

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

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

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

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

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By one o'clock on Saturday, Ruby found herself at home in her kitchen. She had been up fairly early today, at least by most people's Saturday standards, but it wasn't something that felt dreadful to her. Sure, she enjoyed the rare day that she stayed in bed to ten o'clock, but she was typically an early bird, and a functional one at that. She enjoyed productivity, so often, even if she didn't have anything to do, she liked to get out of bed anyway. Laying in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling felt wasteful to her. Today, she had a few appointments with some of her patients, so she didn't have that opportunity anyway, but she didn't mind it. Her first appointment was with a teenage girl she had only recently begun to work with, and they spent their hour discussing a multitude of things that were on her mind, from the effects she was beginning to feel from the Prozac she had started a few weeks back, to successful coping mechanisms regarding the loss of her dog a few days earlier. After that she met with an elementary-aged boy and his mother for their first consultation regarding the severe separation anxiety he had recently begun exhibiting, and following that, she met with one of her longest-running patients, a young girl who struggled with an eating disorder that had arisen as a coping mechanism to abuse she had experienced years before, who she had worked with during her residency, before taking her on as a patient at her own practice. After that, she picked up an All Day, Every Day salad topped with avocado and roasted chicken from The Wild Son, and returned home.

Seated in the kitchen now, distractedly eating her salad while the majority of her focus remained on the book. When Breath Becomes Air, that her free hand held, she appreciated her roommates even more. She wasn't sure if Kamon or Griffin were home, but the silence that existed in the apartment was nice. As they were both aware of, Ruby was probably the most social of the the three, but even she enjoyed peace and quiet. She wasn't the kind of person who always had to be interacting with others, and in fact, it was quite common for her to spend her days reading, researching, or people-watching. She didn't enjoy being involved in the chaos of life as much as she did observing it from the outside, but she also possessed a maternal, nurturing urge of sorts, that often made it hard for her to disassociate entirely from the people around her.

When her salad was finished, Ruby decided that it was time to put her book down as well. Though she was tempted to check in on her roommates to see what they were up to, she opted against it momentarily, if only because the full trash can caught her attention. To her surprise, as she headed down the hallway with the full bag, she found that the garbage chute for their floor was taped up, with a note about how maintenance was working on fixing some problem with it, and that they could use the chute on the floor above or below them for the time being. Simply because she had made it a goal for 2017 to exercise more, Ruby opted to walk up a flight of stairs rather than down one, and headed to the chute on the 5th floor. It was her first time up there, though admittedly, it wasn't a monumental moment. All of the floors in the building basically looked the same, outside of the people on them, that was. She only passed by one person on her way down the hall, a blonde who stood in front of a door, as if she was waiting for someone to answer it, and though Ruby offered a soft smile, she obviously had no reason to interact in any greater depth than that with her as she continued towards the garbage chute.

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Even if Makayla was surprised at the text she received from Brooklyn shortly before finishing up at work, about taking Holly out, she wasn't in a place where she could object. It definitely rubbed her the wrong way that Brooklyn spoke to her in a definite tone, as if she had no choice in the matter, but given what the topic of conversation was, it was excusable. After finding the large wine stain in the living room this morning, and knowing that it was only possible for it to have come from Holly, despite her outlandish excuses, Makayla was feeling very mentally exhausted when it came to her sister. In the many years that she had known Holly, she had been through hell and back with the girl. Holly had gotten on every one of her nerves, and then some. She was a lot to handle, and she probably would have been a lot to handle even for a grown adult who wanted children. Makayla was still a young girl herself, this child wasn't hers, and this child, who was actually a teenager, wasn't a normal teenager at all. In Makayla's opinion, it all fit right in to her nothing-ever-goes-right life, though, because really, nothing ever did go easily for her. It was barely even a woe-is-me attitude. Out of the general population in a developed nation like theirs, her life probably would have been classified as one of the more difficult ones. She had lived in poverty throughout her entire life, was raised in a single parent household where, though she was not physically abused herself, she watched violence and abuse occur daily. Drugs became a normalized part of her childhood, as they were how her father made money. And then there was Holly. Makayla was thirteen when Holly first came into her life, and although her mother had come with her, even way back then, Makayla was the one who was expected to take care of Holly more than anyone else.

Fast forward to now, thirteen years later, and taking care of Holly was second nature to her. She couldn't give her up, even if that was an option, but that didn't mean that she went without thinking about it sometimes. Sometimes she thought about it because she felt like her life would be easier without Holly. Other times she thought about it because she was sure that there was someone out there who could give Holly more than she could. At the end of the day, though, she firmly believed that life had brought them together for some reason. Just as badly as Holly needed her, Makayla needed the girl too. On days like today it was harder for her to think that way, but it was true. Nonetheless, today wasn't the kind of day where she could mentally be too protective over Holly, in an instance where she knew Holly was completely fine. Brooklyn could be cruel and brash in a lot of ways, but Makayla was well aware of how her core was much softer than she let on. She had simply responded to Brooklyn saying "okay thanks", before finishing her shift, and walking home to a pleasantly silent apartment. She indulged in a long, hot shower - something that felt overly needed with how cold it was outside, coupled with how stressed out she was feeling.

When she finally emerged, she was relieved that the apartment was still silent, and that the new text on her phone wasn't one from Brooklyn saying they were on their way back, even though she knew she probably wasn't going to get one of those anyway. Instead, the message was one from an unknown number that was in a group chat with Chanel, reading, "Hey! This is Ruby, the new roommate :). Emily gave me your numbers last week. I just wanted to let you guys know that I should be arriving in about 15 minutes with some movers to bring my stuff up, just so I don't surprise anyone by coming in." Despite recalling that Emily, the girl's old third roommate, had said that the girl taking over her room on the lease was moving in this weekend, Makayla really had completely forgotten about it until now. Since she had received the text about ten minutes ago, she rushed to get dressed. Even if she didn't think it was necessary to be super friendly or homemakerish, and be ready with a platter of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the new roommate's arrival, she knew that it was probably best if she at least looked presentable and was friendly and showed her face when the girl did arrive. She could only hope, too, that the girl did so before Holly got back.

Opting against responding to the group chat, because it didn't seem necessary on her part, she instead texted Chanel privately.

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Her afternoon with Holly hadn't went too badly, though there were definitely moments where Brooklyn questioned why she had basically ensured that she would end up with a headache by the end of the day. They got a quick bite to eat at Panera, since macaroni and cheese seemed to be the only thing Holly enjoyed eating, and did some casual shopping for nothing in particular. Shopping was a pastime of Brooklyn's, and just as easy as it was for her to buy things, she could spend hours just browsing too. With Holly talking her ear off in the background, touching things that were breakable, and attempting to justify why she needed Brooklyn to buy her random things, it was a bit less enjoyable, but Brooklyn had become accustomed to tuning the girl out by the time that they ended up at Whole Foods. She was nearly done with her shopping, with a cart that only had a few things in it, though that wasn't abnormal for her. She preferred to shop multiple times a week than to stock up on a bunch of food that would go bad before she had the time to eat it.

"And I don't know why she was being so mean to me this morning! You know how I'm always really nice to her, right? Even when she's in a bad mood for no reason, like the other day when I was just showing her this candle that smelled really good in CVS she yelled at me for no reason! You would think that she would be happy that I was letting her smell a candle that smelled like cinnamon instead of having to smell normal air that doesn't smell like anything, but nope!"

"Do you ever think that maybe she acts annoyed because you're annoying?"

"I'm not annoying."

"Sometimes you are. Touching shit that you know you aren't going to buy is annoying. Opening up your sister's wine and spilling it all over the floor is annoying."

"I didn't do that! I'm serious! Roman and my new friend did it."

"A-K-A you tried your sister's wine, got drunk, and imagined that you were hanging out with Roman and your invisible friend. If that's what happens to you with wine, you better not ever try liquor, kid." Brooklyn didn't imagine Holly to be the type who would ever willingly want to try wine or liquor, but then again, she was stupid. All it would probably take was a bottle having a label with an illustration that caught the girl's eye for her to open it up, she assumed.

"No! Roman was at your house with Cara, and I went over because I needed ice cream, and I saw his little pink boobs because his shirt wasn't on," she recalled, unable to stop a small bout of laughter as she recollected on that part. "Why don't you believe me?"

"You think you saw Roman in my apartment last night, without a shirt on? And Cara was there?" This was the first time that Brooklyn was hearing this addition to the story, and she was sure that Holly hadn't mentioned this part earlier, because even though she had been drowning out most of what the girl had been going on and on about all afternoon, she would have perked up at the mention of Roman's name. Normally, the mention of Roman being shirtless in her apartment, when she wasn't home, which meant that he was solely there for Cara, would have made Holly's story only all the more unbelievable. In fact, she was sure that had Holly told that part to Makayla, Makayla would have found it to be all the more unbelievable too. Only because Brooklyn had seen that photo of Roman and Cara kissing, and had presumed to question him about it with Nick in the room, did it actually somehow make Holly's story more believable.

"I don't think that I saw it, I know that I did!" she insisted, though it was clear by the way that she had turned to face the shelves of snack food beside her, that she was losing interest in this conversation. Plucking a bag of popcorn off one of the shelves, she dangled it over the cart that Brooklyn was pushing. "Can I get this?"

Since she had rejected every other item that Holly had tried to throw into the cart since they got there, and since she now wanted to drop the conversation about Roman and Cara too, because she was now going to investigate on her own, she nodded to the popcorn request. “Fine.” A few minutes later, they were leaving the store, but not before she sent Roman a text saying, "Heard you and Cara went at it for round two last night. Cute." Brooklyn recruited Holly to carry a couple of bags then, since she had her hands full with those and some from earlier purchases. Although it was cold outside and they had hands full of bags, Brooklyn chose the fifteen minute walk over calling an Uber for them. For one, it probably would have taken the same amount of time by the time the car showed up and maneuvered through the ever-present New York traffic. Most importantly, though, the point of her taking Holly out this afternoon was to give Makayla some respite. Even if they hadn’t been gone for more than an hour and a half or so, she still figured that an extra fifteen minutes of walking would be that more amount of tiring Holly out that she could do.

As Holly would inform Brooklyn, she was quite lucky that Cara had given her such a warm jacket for Christmas, because she barely minded the cold walk home. Walking outside for a prolonged period of time wasn’t pleasurable to anyone when it was this cold out, but Holly wasn’t one to complain. Especially since she was with Brooklyn, there were a lot more important things on her mind than complaining about the cold weather. Although Makayla had given her an Adderall pill this morning, Holly had opted against taken it, and had hidden it in room. She had not realized that the weird way she felt yesterday was from the pill she had taken last night, and she had only decided against taking it today out of spite because Makayla had been mean to her. As she got to thinking throughout the day though, it was probably better to save the pills secretly. That way, when she had an important test, she could take a bunch of them at once and be super-focused. “You’re gonna come back to my apartment and hang out, right? Because I don’t want to have to hang out with Makayla now that she’s gonna be home from work,” she pressed, as they got to their building. A truck parked outside of the building, its hazard lights blinking as it stuck out far enough into the road to potentially block some traffic, caught her eye. Seeing something like that wasn’t abnormal, especially in a city where cars always wanted a reason to blare their horns at someone. What sparked her interest though, was that men were carrying things from the truck into their building. She and Brooklyn had to pause just outside the doorway as two men maneuvered a dresser through the doorway. If the thought of carrying a few grocery bags upstairs seemed tiring, then Holly didn’t know what the word for carrying a heavy piece of furniture up who knew how many flights of stairs was. “Are you who’s moving in?” Holly asked, as she followed the movers up the stairs and got close enough to nudge one of them in the back as they hauled the piece of furniture up.