CLOSED STARTER || @pregcme
dakota was sitting lightly with his skateboard under him. it was a typical friday night : he had escaped from the house, the grips of his father’s control, and was ready to burn the city down. the weekend was his only get away. everyone was off on the weekends. well, almost everyone. he was ---- but on second thought, he didn’t even had a job. the male lived day by day off his bad habit of pick pocketing credit cards. some people were too stupid to ever turn them off once they realized they were missing. others never even realized they were missing. then the few who did notice, they shut his operation down quickly. that wasn’t as much fun as it was when he began. now, it was just a way of getting by. fun was now partying all weekend and never remembering anything. not always, of course. sometimes he didn’t get so high or drunk.
his green orbs lifted slightly to look at the other. “look, dude. it’s going to be the lamest party ever.” a gentle motion as he rubbed his eyes. “and yeah, it may be being hosted by the weirdest girl in school...” he was trying to make light of what seemed like a bad event. yeah, the girl was really weird. like, she had a stick horse tied to the front of her scooter and claimed she was riding a horse to classes. “but it’s a party.” but it’s a party. that’s the only reason dakota was bringing it up. “and we can always find another one to go to.”