#griffincd

[sydcass]

txt › griff

sydney: you know

sydney: you still owe me a scary movie marathon

[shabernathy]

@griffincd:

―  griff was definitely the person to be caught at a party with a couple rowdy guys from the lacrosse team and for once he doesn’t have his camera out because the internet would have a conniption at the underage drinking and smoking. he feels an arm around his shoulder and smirks at one half of the hosts, “wow. a HAPPY shea, i’m impressed.” he responded before he took a drink from whatever was in his own cup.  sure they were classmates but they definitely roamed around different type of people. “i did bring you a gift; elise might not enjoy it as much but you will FUCKING enjoy it.” he pulls a tiny baggie from his pocket revealing a good number of pills filling it; griff was one of the many underground sellers in halston and he’s sold to more of his classmates then he should but business is business. this though it was free of charge. “happy birthday, abernathy.”

-- SHEA SNEERED at the other boy as he commented on his unusually joyous mood -- which, if he were sober, he’d admit was pretty out of the ordinary. mirroring griffin, he took a drink from his cup, chuckling heartily instead of offering any snarky comebacks -- mostly because his brain was working too slowly to even process the beginnings of one before griffin was talking about a birthday present and his five-year-old brain was distracted again. when he brought out the little baggie, shea’s eyes widened like a kid in a candy shop, quickly snatching it out of his hands and shoving it in his pocket, mostly so nobody would notice the exchange and either try to mooch off of him or tell somebody who could get either of them in big fucking trouble. “holy SHIT, dude ---- thank you, holy FUCK,” he laughed disbelievingly, pulling the baggie out of his pocket just slightly to see the contents. “----FUCK, that’s ---- how much do i owe you?”