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The annoying thing about the town of Lovell was most, if not all, of the liquor stores figured out his face rather quickly during Chase’s freshman year. More often than not, he kept seeing his mugshot posted around places, a DO NOT SERVE list with his face, a sharpie’d mustache, and, one occasion, a dart on his left cheek.  Liquor stores, dive bars, most of the dorms, the local Applebee’s - it never ended! Chase was reliant on these assholes forgetting his face over summer break. He had the entire town of Harrison, New York to bother, and bother he did. He had successfully acquired a fake ID that was taken away the first day he got back to Radcliffe after going in a bar where he didn’t recognize the bouncer, who clearly recognized him - he was escorted down a block and a half away from the bar by the back of his t-shirt like a punished kitten. Since plastic surgery wasn’t an option, he had to resort to begging like a dog, waiting for people to pass him by to ask for favors like a stupid appliances salesman from the fifties.  Sitting on the stoop of a corner store, with blue neon flickering into the night, the glow piercing through the smoke filtering up from his vape, he spotted someone walking, illuminated by the orange street lights that ran through the streets of the college town, squinting to see if he could make out who it was, waiting for them to cross his path.  “Wanna make twenty bucks?” he asked, before shaking his head when he realized the connotations.  “I don’t want to have sex with you, to clarify. Probably. We’ll see how the night goes.” *// @radopens​
Another skateboard, broken. It was the third one to break this month and had left him stranded on the streets alone, a bloodied gash sitting high up on his forehead and the knees of his jeans shredded and exposing raw skin. Sure, he’d put the board together himself, but it hadn’t been that poorly done. At least, he hadn’t thought so. It didn’t matter now.Â
Rodney had picked himself back up off the ground after lying on the concrete for a few moments, where progressively louder groans had scraped out of his throat and into the open air as he wallowed in self-pity over the broken skateboard and his habit of fucking everything up. Jeans were dusted off and the remnants of his board were picked up and shoved deep into the bottom of his backpack before he righted himself and began heading for campus.
He hadn’t anticipated being spoken to on his way back as he’d grown comfortable in his perceived invisibility so having someone call out to him caused him to jump back, heels of his feet catching the curb and sending him stumbling back into the dark until he managed to catch himself. He stepped forward once his breathing had evened out, eyes squinting.Â
“Sex?” Had he heard them say sex? “Did you say sex?”Â