⚜ Starter for @koriningyou ((For A~
It's his third year here and still it was weird being out of the woods. Not metaphorically. Literally. This college town was so much more built up than where he came from. Probably a dump for some of the other, more affluent people he went to school with, but for him, it was a city... And it hadn't exactly been kind to him.
Early morning painting, and finishing assignments after all-night ragers sure could dampen a guy’s mood. And even now, holding the beer in his so-called friends' packed dorm suite, he's wondering why the fuck he even came. There's a part of him that just wants to go, but then he'll get shit from his so-called friends for not being able to hang... And if they gave him shit, he would give them shit back in the only way he knew how: his fists. And then the party would be ruined and they'd all get kicked out.
Wouldn't have been the first time. Probably wouldn't be the last. Yet they still kept invitin’ him.
Carter's on his fifth beer by the time he’s heard the last off-color joke he’s willing to stand. The tension building between his brows is radiating to everyone around him, and he's self aware enough (despite being a little buzzed) that this is going to go nowhere good fast. He needs to chill.
Time to find A.
They were always lurking around these kinds of things, making a quick buck off people too drunk to realize they were overpaying for drugs. It wasn't long before he tracked her down. "Oi," Carter's voice was gruff, frustration oozing from every syllable of his slightly slurred speech. "I need somethin' ta relax. What do ya got this time?"















