gimme a quarter

dalton beaumont, oc 22, new york fc: jackson rathbone

[brooklyn-accent]

drunk texts from... jasmine?

[brooklyn-accent]

chill ur tits shes getting you a lemonade bc you ran all the way here. shes still talking to fedora guy tho. pls hurry this is great.

[ Dalton, you’re just in time! As soon as Jasmine sees him enter the bar, she waves him over, then points the straw in the direction of the bar, where Belle is currently stood (with a bored expression) talking to Fedora, Warrior of the Friendzone in all his neckbearded glory. ]

He’s try to speak French. I don’t think she has the heart to tell him that his accent is painful.

[captain-panic]

[ Dalton approaches Jasmine after he enters the bar, and then looks in the direction that she points out with the straw from her drink. He sees Belle and a man he doesn't know and can only assume is the guy who Jasmine's been fervently texting about. Oh god, he's getting secondhand embarrassment just looking at him.

Dalton shakes his head, and looks back to Jas after she mentions the guy trying to speak French. ]

Ew, that's so...

[brooklyn-accent]

drunk texts from... jasmine?

[brooklyn-accent]

i wish i was fuckin kidding. on the bright side the girl he was talkin to kind of laughed at him and then left with some other guy. fedoraguy is currently trying to convince anyone who will listen to him that he didn’t even want that girl anyway.

[ don’t get yourself run over for Jas, Dalton, because she has another update for you! Just a few seconds after the last. ]

BELLE JUST WENT UP TO GET YOU A DRINK AND HE STARTED HITTING ON HER AND IM HAVING TO BITE THE INSIDE OF MY MOUTH TO NOT LAUGH GET HERE SOON THIS SHIT IS GREAT

[captain-panic]

[ It takes a few minutes for him to get back to her text--a woman dropped a box of newspapers and Dalton thought it would be nice to help her pick it all back up, lest someone trample all over her shit or it get picked up by the occasional gust of wind. ]

i'm almost there!! why is she trying to get me a drink, please don't do that 

[ Yeah yeah yeah, he is entering the campus and can see the bar. Finally. ]

[brooklyn-accent]

drunk texts from... jasmine?

[brooklyn-accent]

hes a neckbeard whats he gonna do compain about the friendzone until i vomit on his stupid fucking hat. oh did i mention. it has a feather in it.

[ And then a few seconds later; ]

oh my god he just pulled it out. to use as a quill. to write something to a girl. im done im finished. can you even fucking use them as quills

[ She’s currently barked in a booth at the campus bar with Belle, both of them giggling like idiots at Fedora el Neckbeard, Captain of the Friendzone. Despite her claim of being ‘quite drunk’, there’s only a drink or two between them. They appear to have actually spent the entire time giggling at this neckbeard. Classy Jas. ]

[captain-panic]

ok yeah thats really weird but still be careful??? but still omg is he for real doing that, wow. i would be impressed if it wasn't so stupidnfk

[ Texting Jasmine while running is really hard. Much harder than Dalton had expected it to be, especially considering the amount of times he's already ran out in front of an unsuspecting vehicle or bicycler. Regardless, he wants to get there quickly. ]

[brooklyn-accent]

drunk texts from... jasmine?

[brooklyn-accent]

[ WHOOPS that wasn’t intended for dalton but whatever she’ll roll with it for now. as for the fist fight, she’ll promise you nothing. ]

i am very fine also slightly dr unk but that is another can of worms all togteher. guy at belle’s college who has a literal neckbeard and wears an actual fedora. u cannot make this shit up.

[captain-panic]

i honestly worry about you. like, 400% of the time. i am coming to pick you up so, uh, please don't get murdered by the neckbeard guy or else i'd get p angry

[ Belle's college isn't far away and his car is currently being repaired after an incident involving a wild animal of the squirrel kind, so Dalton puts on his shoes and starts heading out of his apartment. ]

i'll be there in like 20 mins ok? 

drunk texts from... jasmine?

[ ping! it’s a text from Jas. Depending on how drunk she is, it may or may not have reached its intended repentant.]

trust me. coming from a bona fide dirtbag, this guy is totally up to shady shit

[captain-panic]

[ Dalton receives the text and stares at his phone in confusion. It's from Jasmine--who else? He quickly texts a reply back to her, hoping that she's not about to engage in some kind of fistfight with someone. ]

are you okay?? who is 'this guy'?