It's me.

Nothing much going on here. Just me, Drew - escort, living in the Ville with my daughter, Darcy. Oh, she's a secret by the way, you don't know she's here with me.

[misstaragreystone]

{ Open }

[misstaragreystone]

The young woman had not wasted any time. In less than three minutes she found herself in Drew’s room, lucky to have caught the elvator in just the right moment. Hurrying into the room, she went over to check on Darcy and immediatel, once she saw the distress, picked the little girl up. “Hey, little girl. How’s the princess hm? Daddy’s getting you something to make you feel better.” She smiled at the girl. If there was something that had always mattered to Tara, it was Darcy’s well being. Without even thinking about it she made her way over to the bed, sat down with Darcy in her arms and switched the tv on, searching for a channel with Darcy-worthy program. “There we go.” And by the time Drew came back, Tara had pretty much gotten settled. “That’s good. What did you get?”

[drew-bosler-blog]

Drew's eyes instantly settled on his crying child as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. All he wanted to do was make it better, to make it go away. "I don't know. This... I just asked for something to stop her being sick and the pharmacist gave me this." He walked over and knelt down in front of the girls. "Hey.. I'm gonna' make it all go away, okay? Daddy's going to make it better, princess." He tried to soothe her, quickly opening the bottle, spilling it a little. Shit, my hands are shaking.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You can fuck right off.

[cassandra-liakos]

And they’re idiots. I can say that with authority now, since I’ve been one of those idiots. No more leather-wearing bad boys for me.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You're one of the small few who feel that way, then.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Bloody client wouldn't give my shirt back.

[joseph-holliday]

[he chuckles.] Your confidence in me is appreciated, but I fear that distinction belongs to Mr. Palmer, still.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Oh, like that shithead is going to do anything to help us.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Bloody client wouldn't give my shirt back.

[sxcretadmirxr]

“That’s good to know. I’m n-not the best at making friends. But it’s better to have a few valuable ones than a lot who are not there for you, right? At least that’s what my mom used to say.” Serena smiled at him; she knew there was something wrong with him and she wished he would open up but he also understood where he came from. He, just like her, thought he could solve everything by himself without bothering anyone. “Of course you can, my ears are always willing to listen to a friend. I would rather it be a friend with a shirt on but…” she joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Drew couldn't help but laugh at Serena's last statement, and he pulled her in a little tighter again his bare chest, before finally releasing her. "Better get used to it, Serena. I like having a bare chest." He smiled faintly.

[datgucciboi]

Nina & Michael

[drew-bosler-blog]

Nicole and Drew

[misstaragreystone]

{ Open }

[misstaragreystone]

The brunette took the key, nodding as she let out a sigh. “Go and get the meds that you need to help her and I’ll go check on her.”

[drew-bosler-blog]

Drew didn't hang around for a second longer, and he quickly ran towards the pharmacy that Tara had directed him to. It ran through his mind that Tara's sigh sounded as if this was a chore to her, to help him with his daughter, and he made a note to try to get her out of their lives as quickly as he could. Well, he had been trying to do that for ages, but it just wasn't working. This was the first time that he was letting Tara see Darcy since their break up, and he didn't want to drag it on. Within minutes he was out of the chemist and on his way back to the Ville, taking two stairs at a time as he ran back up to his room. Barging through the door, his eyes frantically looked around for his baby. "I'm here. I have.. something, some sort of medicine."

[misstaragreystone]

{ Open }

[misstaragreystone]

"I think there is one just a few blogs from here. Not far. Do you want me to come or do you need someone to look after Darcy?" Tara was just going to let Drew slip away without another word. While they may not have been talking, Darcy was and always would be in some way part of her life. She hadn’t seen the girl in so long and she missed her. Knowing that said little ball of sunshine was sick now, just made her worry more.

[drew-bosler-blog]

"Tara..." Drew didn't know what to say or do in this moment. His little girl was incredibly sick, it was his fault, and his mind was a blur of panic. He couldn't leave her alone, but he needed to go and get some sort of medicine for her - it would have been easier to ask the girl in front of him to go to the shop, but he needed to make sure he got something specific. "Could.. could you watch her?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly. "She's.. she's in my room, in her cot. Please... just... just watch her for a sec?" He asked, before gently touching her on the shoulder, and passing her the key to his room.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Bloody client wouldn't give my shirt back.

[sxcretadmirxr]

“You know…with four elder siblings, one learns to spot lies pretty easily. If you don’t want to talk then it’s fine…but I know something’s bothering you, I can see it.” Serena said in her usual soft tone. “I d-don’t worry to much. I…um…worry for the people I care for. You’re Natalia’s friend and I can see you’re a good man so…if I can help with anything, I’m here.”

[drew-bosler-blog]

"I'm also your friend, you know." Drew added as the young girl moved underneath his arm, her voice soft and quiet as usual. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll be okay coping for now. I'm glad to know I can come to you though." He nodded, thinking about how she would react to him speaking to her about his issues - oh yes, I have a secret daughter that no-one knows about, I'm now also back on drugs because I can't cope being left alone every time I open my heart, and it makes me a nicer person. Oh yes, that would go down a treat.

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

I doubt he’d do that. 

[drew-bosler-blog]

You won't know unless you try.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You can fuck right off.

[cassandra-liakos]

Why do guys hate hearing that so much? Like what’s wrong with being sweet?

[drew-bosler-blog]

Sweet sucks, Cass. Who wants to be with the sweet guy? All girls want the bad boys with their leather jackets and their cocky smiles.

[missnicolefox]

{ The girl chuckled and shook her head. } Nope, you don’t and you know it.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Eh, maybe you're right.

[misstaragreystone]

{ Open }

[misstaragreystone]

If there was something she brunette had not expected to bump into that day, it had been Drew. The young man had made sure to let Tare believe nothing other than him not wanting to be around her and so that’s how she’d kept it, avoiding him clearly as much as he’d avoided her. Letting out a sigh, she bit her lip. “Drew. Are you alright?” Quick question and it was clear they both wanted this to be over. Tara had tried; she wasn’t sure if it made sense to keep doing so.

[drew-bosler-blog]

"No, I'm not. Darcy's throwing up all over the place and it's my fault. I have to go. I.. I need to know where the nearest pharmacy is?" Drew didn't want her to know any more than she had to at this moment in time, and he didn't want to drag the conversation on longer than either of them wanted to.

[misstaragreystone]

{ Open }

"Despite how odd it might sound, I can’t wait to get back to work. I kind of missed it." Tara let out a sigh. She wasn’t one to take days off and yet she had, resulting in a desperate need to get back into the shop.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Drew was barely where he was looking where he was going as he flew down the stairs to the hotel. Darcy was being ill, and he knew he couldn't leave her alone for long, but he needed to get her some medicine, or something. Bumping into someone, Drew quickly mumbled an apology and darted around them, only briefly looking up. He instantly regretted it however and took a step back, hoping to just get away from her without saying anything else.

[missnicolefox]

I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. At least I’m not the only one with a horrible song stuck in my head. You’re welcome, Drew.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You realise that I now hate you, right? [Drew grinned]

[missnicolefox]

I don’t like it either, but it’s a type of song that when you hear it, it’s stuck in your head. Well, in my right now. A group of teenage girls came to the store today and they were listening to it.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You realise you now have it stuck in my head too, don't you?

[drew-bosler-blog]

Bloody client wouldn't give my shirt back.

[joseph-holliday]

Being used to it, does not mean that we have to like it, Drew.

[drew-bosler-blog]

Hey, you basically a manager now, right? Can't you say something about the way we're treated? I'm sure someone would listen to you.

[drew-bosler-blog]

You can fuck right off.

[cassandra-liakos]

You are, I’m afraid.

…You’re a very hot sweetheart? Does that help any?

[drew-bosler-blog]

Good grief... 

I suppose the hotness helps though, especially in my line of work.