drew's diamonds

Connor tried not to lose her impatience with this dude and kept the kind smile plastered on her face. “We’re making a memorial for the victims and using to funds to support those affected by the Director. It’s a pretty big deal.” Her eyes lit up when she saw his wallet and spoke up again. “If you pitch in more than three hundred dollars you get a free hoodie.”

Drew nodded thoughtfully, considering everything that had happened already and then decided that he would donate. He perked up at the mention of a free sweater and replied, “Sounds great! Just give me a second.” When counting the bills, his eyes confused the hundreds for tens so he accidentally handed her 3k instead of 300. 

Upon hearing the boy’s voice call to her, she sighed heavily and stopped in her tracks. The Ryerson girl didn’t want to see anyone right about now, but if anyone was going to find her at this low she was glad it was at least Drew. He was the king of drunken party decisions, so at least he’d take pity on her. She turned on the balls of her feet to face him, arms trying to cover her exposed chest, “Yeah uh… last night was… wild.” The moment Atropa had yoted their wine bottle at her replayed in her head. “I’m currently kind of homeless… I guess I deserve it though.” she had to laugh or else she’d start bawling once more, “Oh um I don’t want to impose on you or your boyfr- I mean Bri. Your Bri. Yeah, that’s what I meant.” 

Drew smiled for a moment, understanding the wildness of a good party. Things tended to get out of hand - it was an occurrence that he was far too used to. “Yeah, that was extra bad. And I only really remember half of it, but you’re here in the park so I can make guesses?” he said. “Homeless? That sucks,” he frowned, feeling bad for her but unsure of what else to say. “What? Oh sorry, I actually gotta gay - I mean go! I gotta go.”

“Right, of course, you weren’t.” She looked between the two of them and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I don’t care.” With a shrug, Eva went to turn around before pausing, looking back at him. “You might want to work on that. I don’t think you’re girlf-fiancee would be super pleased that you apparently keep forgetting you’re engaged.”

“Yeah,” he said awkwardly, turning back to the work that he was supposed to be doing. “Oh uh - it’s not that I’m forgetting it’s just uh, a slip of tongue.” He definitely couldn’t forget that they were engaged, even if at times he wanted to. “But thanks for the advice?”

Angelica was never left tongue-tied. It was almost impossible to get her to keep quiet, considering how much she was always babbling. Yet, he seemed to easily have perfected the skill to get her to shut up by his mere looks alone. ❝ C-carry me? ❞  Was she stuttering? She was stuttering. ❝ I.. Don’t you think I’ll be a little heavy for you? I mean, not that I think you couldn’t, but you’re on skates.. ❞  Although, Alexandrew carrying her would be a dream come true.

Connor was hanging by a tree smoking a cigarette on the down low as people rushed to and from classes, her eyes following each person who passed her by until she spotted the perfect target. She threw her cig on the ground and stomped on it before hurrying over to them and putting a hand on their shoulder to get their attention. “Hey, you look like you could spare some cash for a good cause. Mind donating some of it to the Levins Project? It goes to those affected by the Director and helps them during these hard times.” She feigned the perfect pitiful face for the act, one of Connor’s few talents that she was proud of.

Drew was late for class, a reminder of why you shouldn’t stay up drinking til 3am on a night before early morning classes. “Uh, okay. Sounds cool - wait how does this money go towards the whatever?” he asked, only having half-listened to what she was saying. He was already reaching into his wallet though, willing to give her money if only to get to class without being totally late.

Bri usually was never one to show weakness, always had to be playing the games that her mother had taught her to play. Except she had just lost someone that she had held very close to heart, even if she never showed it. She needed human contact, a caring touch. She managed a tiny smile at Drew’s words. “Sorry…” she whispered to him softly as she moved closer to him, closing her eyes as she tucked her face into his shoulder. “I- I think I’m okay…” she told him, though her voice shook. “I just- I don’t want to be alone.” 

Drew wrapped his arms around, running hands gently through her hair as he tried to be comforting to her. “Don’t apologize,” he whispered, truly wanting her to feel safe coming to her. “I won’t leave you alone, promise,” he said and for a moment he could almost imagine everything working out, them being together and at least being content; Bri deserved to be happy. And instead she was being tormented alongside everyone else - it was fucked up. “It’s okay to not be okay, you know with everything.”

After Lily got up, she brushed off the snow from her skirt. she noticed a hole in her tights – likely from the fall. As she offered her hand, she noticed the boy leaning in the snow which caused her to frown. Lily thought it would be nice to let loose and go along. “ but, tinman ! ” she placed her hands to her chest. “ you need your heart ! ” her voice was exaggerated. “ don’t make me leave you ! ”

The frown on her face, and the fact that she had decided to play along caused a giggle to escape his lips, and his hand moved to hover over his chest. “It is better to live without a heart than to live through heartbreak, Dorothy. You must go on,” he said before dramatically collapsing into the snow without a snow. 

Lily was seemingly in her head this entire day – no matter what she did or focused on, she could not stay in the moment. she didn’t blame herself, however ; there WAS a psycho on the loose. Lily couldn’t help but think … when will her time be? “ oof ! ” before she knew it, she was on the cold ground. “ oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention at all … . are you okay? ”

Drew could feel the snow melting against his legs, and knew that his pants were going to be soaked regardless of what he did. “S okay,” he mumbled, leaning forward into the snow and allowing his cheek to dig into the cold ice that laid below. “Go on without me dorothy, get to the wizard!”

“hey thanks, but that’s not necessary,” a sheepish smile spread across claire’s face. “life sucks, but it’ll suck more if we fail our finals. c’mon, this was meant to be a study date, not a therapy session!” with that, claire patted drew on the shoulder and pulled out her notes, settling in for a day of hard work procrastination.