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“i just don’t see why you’re shoutin’ everywhere, bub,” logan says simply, a genuine smile across his face, “come on, I can guarantee I’ve been though things ten times worse that whatever,” he waves a vague arm around in the air, “this is. just sit back, relax. you want a cigar?”
the ice in her drink clinked against the glass as she lifted it towards her mouth. her red lips wrapping around the straw as she locked eyes with the person next to her. “is this an open bar? i’m on my fourth free drink but that’s not impressive if the shits dirt cheap.”
“I love this.” Rohen was so grateful for the week off postgrad work, he would take any break he could find. For weeks he was knee deep in course work, if the break he found from it was a Spring Fling, he’ll happily enjoy. “Any chance I get to not have to write a twenty page paper on Victorian literature, I will take part in.”
Dance’s have never been Quentin's thing, he thought they were lame at best and boring at worst. He had also thought he had been through the worst of them thanks to highschool. But here he was, new at a school and he manged to pick the one time they were having a dance to arrive. He knew just standing in the corner with the people checking their phones wasn’t the way to make friends, so he weave his way over to the first person that caught his eye.
“Pretty loud party, huh?”
Hal could only feel agony, paralyzed by the fear suddenly taking over. He worried about his family since they weren’t here with him. He started to think about the worst, and suddenly having memories back to when he let this emotion console him. No — never again can he go back to THAT place.
He looks up from his position on the floor against one of the desks. “W—What is it?”
she was DEFINITELY have a semi - good time tonight. could be better but she was having fun dancing. “ were you going to dance or just... sit all night ? “ she asked with a drink in hand.
“oh my gosh, hey-” her smile HUGE and overdone, her greeting a few doses of sugar too sweet, tova was pretty clearly making a show of this - and for good reason. “i had no idea you’d be here! you look SO good.” hand coming to rest on their arm, back turned, now, on the guy she was trying to escape, the little ( fake ) blonde lowered her voice to a whisper in spite of the music, hoping it was low enough to go uncaught, “please pretend we’re long lost best friends. i didn’t know how else to escape.”
Theora was not sulking. She wasn’t. She sat at the bar, a glass of wine in her hand. She took a long drink of her wine. In that moment, she wanted little more than to go back to her apartment, break out her own wine, and watch Criminal Minds instead of think about how she had seen her ex-wife and how hot she looked tonight. Another drink was placed in front of her, clearly not the wine she preferred. “A free drink is a free drink, I suppose.”
