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Drabble prompts (which are really stupid)

One of the perks of working for Advenit, other than dark circles around one’s eyes after too many nights with too little sleep and having precious little time left to do anything stupid, was the cooperation the NGO entertained with several of the city’s institutions. That included having access to the library after hours, in case they were to find themselves with an urgent case on their hands. So here she was reading up on Nepal’s laws for passing down citizenship way too late in the evening when the flicker of a flashlight ran across the wall, and Diana felt too responsible not to follow .

She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it right after. What would she tell them. She looked around, remaining silent for a bit. No use in pretending she wasn’t there again since she did talk to him and he spoke back. “I-I followed you in. And since I would be the one to call them and report you they won’t think I’m associated with you.” Or so she hoped. They had to. It’s not like she had a record. Not anymore at least. It took a lot of attempts to hack herself out of that one.

Mary was walking to the bus stop when she saw someone head into the library. She knew its hours and if he was the janitor he would at least have the keys to get inside wouldn’t he? He didn’t look like any other librarian she had come across. Deciding to follow, she went after him into the library but stayed out of sight. Or so she thought. She jumped at the sound of his voice, but didn’t step out from where she was hiding.

“There ya go, buddy. See it wasn’t that hard.” The boy replies in his usual demeanor before picking up a magazine and flipping through some of the pages absent-mindedly. Darren was never one for serious situations, so he acts as if seeing his best friend pale, bruised, and laying in a hospital bed doesn’t faze him – however nothing could be further from the truth. Since there was nothing he could do to help the man heal quicker, the least the boy could do was offer his company and try and keep Adrian’s spirits up. “Oh man, that was a fun night.” He laughs shaking his head at the memory of the last time thw two had seen each other at Envy. “I was wasted, dude. Oh the woes of a heartbreak.” Had it really been that long since he and Moria separated? A question that brought a small flicker of pain to his heart. “I’m good though, just workin my ass off mainly. Which apparently you’ve been doing too, seeing as you’re here. I’d hope being a bodyguard comes with some amazing insurance and benefits if it entails getting your ass kicked from time to time.” Darren chuckles and winks at the man. “Any hot nurses thus far?”

As he watched the young man flip through the pages of Good Housekeeping oblivious to the fact that it is upside down, Adrian tries to keep the chuckle to himself. However when he mentions the night at Envy they had he doesn't hold back his laugh remembering... well remembering that they did indeed have a good time. It isn’t until Darren mentions Adrian’s job that the bodyguards smile falters a bit and he scratches his unshaven beard, a small quirk that he has when he doesn't know what to say or do. “By working your ass off, you mean playing video games and yelling at the TV right?”

Wincing at the young man he tries to smile but ends up with a grimace on his pale face. Giving a Darren a small shrug with nonchalance, ”Uh I guess its nice to see you...and what kind words to say to a friend” he replies with a hoarse chuckle at the end. He thinks over the young mans question directed at himself. Adrian more often than not forgets that he is not invincible. That one small thought of not being able to help those in need brings a pang in his chest. A careless mistake that led him to where he was now made him more irritated at himself than upset. “I’m fine. Just a little tired I guess. Waiting for the CT scans I took earlier today. And you? Last time I saw you we were...let’s just say a little intoxicated“.

Rae scrunches her nose in half-disgust, Ew, meat and milkshakes? Like, I know they made bacon-flavored ice cream years ago, but, she shakes her head, I dunno ‘bout you, man, but I’d rather keep my main course and dessert separate. Preserves the flavor, y’know? She holds out a hand to steady Adrian and chuckles, Dude, can you even walk right now, like, I dunno if you should be makin’ bad food decisions. She giggles, But, hey, we could always, y’know, go somewhere where there’s both and pick and choose. Maybe get you into a chair so you don’t fall on your face.

"Ewww that's gross, I didn't mean together literally" he sees her put her hand out to try and steady him but instead the drunk bodyguard takes it into his hand making them hold hands. He giggles when she giggles and swings their arms back and forth. "That sells both?.....oh like a diner? Yes a diner! Where's the nearest diner?" he asks himself and scratches his hair with a confused face.

"That’s what I thought!" Darren smirks as he picks up one of the shot glasses and holds it up in the air, making a loud cheer that causes everyone in the bar to cheer along with their drinks. Finally, he tilts the small glass back and squints one eye when the strong liquid flows down his throat. The headrush that results is what Darren longed for , a singular moment of distraction and fun — something to look forward to.

Adrian laughs when he ears the people sitting near the bar cheer along with them. How Darren had an effect on people he had no idea usually Adrian intimidated and scared people with one look."You know that sounds like a challenge to me...." he says to Darren and takes another shot lifting it to the air.

Her friend can barely walk, so really they’re just dragging him to the entrance. This is the last time she’s doing something like this. She hated clubs—everyone was so jammed inside it was really a mystery how anyone here managed to breathe. She could barely. “You think?” She grunted, unable to shake off her irritation. It wasn’t really his fault, but not only did she have to lug around this big guy, she wasn’t in a place she wanted to be in. And it made her feel on edge. “Just help me get him out of here, please.” She then started to step forward, remembering where the exit was. In any other situation she would have corrected him once again that he was not her boyfriend, but she figured it might go in one ear and out the other once again.

Looking away he takes a deep breath and thinks about how he ended up at the nightclub.  The bodyguard finally had the day off when a friend invited him to the club to drink, only to be left ditched.  When he sees that the man looks a little green he tries fastens his pace to the exit. Please don't throw up and cause us to stop he thinks. Opening the door to the fresh air he almost puts his hands up thankful for the fresh air, but remembers that he's helping a drink man stand up. " So..uh where does he live? Or is he going to yours?" he asks looking over to the brunette and raising an eyebrow.

@Adrian

Adrian had walked over to the cells where Nexus kept the detainees. He was ordered by his boss to look after the ones left and " stand there and look intimidating" as his so called boss told him. After some of the rebels escaped Adrian wasn't sure whether to feel mad or happy. He was stuck in between both sides of the "war". He looked over the information on the  prisoners and looked at one in particular that stood out. A young girl only seventeen years old... he shakes his head and sighs. He looks over to her and hears rustling and notices that she had just woken up. Turning around before she notices he ignores her tapping and rubbish nonsense. After all he was used to annoying people from when he worked as a bodyguard.