Brooklyn Drake Degrassi

Twenty-two and five-foot-two, at best, lil man. 

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Aha, you’re lucky I don’t swing on people for fun anymore. 

I’ve never been, but it looks like fun. Looks like it would hurt like hell, but I’m down.

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Everyone knows that a hospitality degree is just what girls do when all they want is to get engaged and pregnant. Everyone calls it the Mrs. degree. 

So Brooklyn, do I look like the kind of girl who just wants to get married and have a bunch of babies??

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With Cal, maybe, yeah. Kidding, kidding, don’t--agh! Don’t smack me! 

I’m thinking about changing my major, but I really don’t know. 

No, s’okay. It’s been a few years so people don’t really think about it anymore but it’s still hard for me. 

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There are other ways to pay the bills, lil man. Also you live at Nora’s rent free, so… you do have options. 

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No, but it’s easier to say no to it from here than it would be there. I know I’m not strong enough to say no if I were there… So, I’m good from right here.

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Yeah, cool. More power to you, man. Sorry I even mentioned it in the first place. That was kinda shitty of me. 

Oh, yeah. Those calls are…. not fun. Hate dealing with a bunch of drunks. 

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Yeah. I’ve been trying to make the Speakeasy more fancy ‘n less trashy, but with the crowd upstairs who always ends up coming down for a drink or five, it’s just a disaster. They pay the bills though, so, can’t complain. 

Uh, I’m still new on the job, but believe it or not, we don’t respond to a ton of fires. Mostly car accidents and medical emergencies. Next week we’re going to visit an elementary school, so… It’s definitely slower here.

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I am going to sit at home and keep my sobriety. Or go to a meeting where Grey and I pretend like we don’t know each other and then ride home in the same car. You should come some time. It’s loads of fun.

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Well, just ‘cause you come to Tiny’s doesn’t mean your sobriety gets shot. None of us peer pressure. We’re all grown-ups. Plus, I more just sell and supply the goods lately. I haven’t been partying as much. Growing up ‘er something. Can’t give up my weed or Addy’s yet, though, but yanno, that is what it is.

That sounds like the most dreadful New Years Eve party I could possibly imagine. 

Well that’s the last time I ever be nice.

—Uh, yes? You called my name?

Yeah. We’re throwing a New Years Eve party at Tiny’s. You and Winnie should come.