#convo:cliff

[gracexgreene]

@cliff-kincaid​

Grace was getting to the point where she was comfortable calling herself settled in Charming. Her small apartment had been unpacked and stocked with the little stuff she had, her job had been moving nicely, and she was beginning to learn and become familiar with where things were in town. Not that she went out a lot but she still like learning about the town. One of those places was the grocery store. She need to stock up on some food, basic things that normal people would have in a home, so she headed in and was shopping around. Grace had a few things in her basket and as she browsed the shelves she found flour that she had been looking for. Unfortunately though, there was none left on any of the lower shelves. The only bags left were on the very top of the high shelf. Sighing, she started to reach for the bag but because she only stood at 5′2 she struggled.

[palepassives]

     Cliff had gone into the night with as positive of an attitude as he could. Even though he wasn’t fond of the higher class pricks who had often rubbed their wealth in his face when he was younger, he knew this family was here to help him. He knew that without this man who’s home he had spent the evening in, he wouldn’t even be going to the school and getting the opportunity. So instead of being his normal self he tried to plaster that award-winning smile on his face and laughed at all the man’s jokes. He drank his expensive booze and made small talk with his blonde daughter. He had managed to make it through the night without a slip up, surely feeling more like himself as the dark substance that continued to pour down his throat really settled in. The boy was only seconds away from freedom and with so much free booze inside of the small flask he had wedged inside of his coat pocket that hung securely on the back of his chair. “Oh, I uh.” There it was, another request from the rich man, this time to stay and help his girl with the dishes? Surely they had someone to do that for them, but instead of putting up a fight he nodded his head, watching as the man got up and tended to whatever the problem seemed to be. “I’ve got that.” His voice was low as he grabbed the rest of the plates that had been scattered on the table, looking over at the girl for a moment. “Your dad seems to be a busy man.” @ohmaybc