the petty dauntless;

--{ Nodding alone, Andrew made mental notes. “Right. Got you. No informal names,” He mumbled quietly to himself. His eyes continued to look around and get amazed over everything, really. Drew could tell from a distance that some of the shoes people wore here were worth more than his house. “Ah - Yes. Ofcourse. Your parents 25th,” Drew looked back to her with a smile, ruffling his hair with his spare hand a moment before looking around. “How are the lovely pair doing?” The husk in his voice was harder to hide than the drawl, but oh well. This was all turning out to be quite fun. Madeline seemed to be going along with things surprisingly well in comparison to what he’d expected.

--{ As she spoke, Andrew rested a hand under his chin and nodded, pretending to be paying way more attention than he actually was. “Alright. I got this. It’s nothing,” Drew scoffed, pretending to dust off his shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you,” He offered out his hand, charming grin on show. “I’m Andrew Sparrow, but most people just called me Drew,” Without saying anything, he hooked his arm with hers and began to walk. “Now let me tell you about my trip to Milan - Milan is wonderful. It’s so sunny and the people are so friendly and the food is a whole lot better than is being served here. Remind me again exactly why we’re here.”

--{ The feistiness of the girl immediately made Andrew perk up, matching her stance by standing up straight and crossing his arms across his chest. Admittedly, when he put in the effort to look suave, he did - It was just that a) he never really gave that many fucks b) his voice was an immediate give away. It had a certain drawl to it, that most people of the upper class do not. “Alright lady,” He laughed gently. “How else might you reccomend I behave then - If I were to look the slightest like I fit in, hm?” Drew raised a flirtatious eyebrow.

--{ “You had to ruin the fun didn’t you,” Andrew huffed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders then walking towards the bar. “Come on then, whiny.”

-{ “I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND,” Drew panicked. “I’VE RUN OUT OF POPTARTS.”

--{ Andrew bobbed around the fancy party in a suit that he’d had sitting in his cupboard for too long (The only reason he owned it was because he wanted to look good in his grave). He’d managed to sneak into the high class event god knows how. His eyes were too busy taking in all the sights for him to notice the beautiful woman he... was about to... he collided with. “Fuck me,” He chuckled, turning around. Upon seeing her face, a wide grin grew. “Well hello there.” Drew tried to make himself at least sound like he fit in but there wasn’t much luck for him really. As a waitress with a tray of odd food walked past, Drew grabbed one and shoved it in his mouth but immediately spat it to the floor. “Christ. That was awful. Why is that being served?”

--{ “I don’t need to be curious; I’ve seen plenty of his type before. Now let me tell you, if you chat to him and he -- grabs your boobs or something, I will laugh and tell you it’s your own fault... and then help you.”

--{ “Well hello there good looking,” Andrew smirked, leaning against the wall. “Can I interest you in a drink? I’ve not seen you around these here parts before.”

--{ “I really wish you would stop being such a fucking dick,” Christina huffed “I really wish you’d give me a fucking break already.” She slammed the book down on the table. Having not been to College and only just finally getting herself settled, she’d hired someone to tutor her. Apparently her anger got the best of her when things weren't quite going her way. “I don’t give a fucking shit whether it isn’t going to help e or not- Give me easier ones because I’m clearly not moving forward here.”

--{ Christina scoffed and closed the front door. “Now that I’ve let you in, are you going to stop shouting and creating such a bloody scene? I actually live here and have to deal with these neighbours and I’d rather them not think that I associate with fucking lunatics.” She huffed, turning to glare at them. “Now, what do you want?”