Did Rory really know Lemon? No. Did she like Ivy? No. But did she love partying? Hell yes. It also didnât help that Julien and most of her friends would be in attendance so sheâd be a total loser if she just sat in her and Babyâs room all night. Not to mention she needed to get out of that room before a crime scene happened between the pair. Once she got there she began downing any and all drinks she could get her hands on. Even if it wasnât her usual vodka and orange juice, she would still drink whatever. At some point throughout the night she had lost Julien which didnât concern her. When it came to parties, she preferred her distance so she could hang out and just let loose. Not that she couldnât be loose around Julien but sheâd rather them just mingle throughout the night with friends and then end the night together and after a few rounds of talking to multiple people, she lost his mop of hair. Bobbing her way between rooms, she had finally settled on talking to LJ for a good while as she sipped on drinks and continuously used her juul, getting a nice nicotine buzz and an alcohol buzz. After a while, LJ and Rory said their goodbyes and thatâs just as LJ began walking off and Drew began approaching her. âDrew!â She exclaimed excitedly. The two didnât talk much but throughout their time in Mamma Mia she felt like she was slowly developing some sort of a friendship with Drew. He was super sweet and genuinely a nice person to be around. âNew York was so cool. I hate that we only spent a weekend there,â she pouted, grabbing his arm to also somewhat steady herself, it only clear that the both were pretty drunk. âI did! It was just like the best there. The scenery was better, the food was better, the people! It was like a dream,â she giggled out over the music. âMe? What about you? Drew, youâre super talented and you better be on stage with me for like, the rest of our damn lives!â There was a permanent smile on her face as she moved closer to him and she looked him in the eyes. âIf Iâm going to New York, your ass is gonna come with me,â she said, her hands now moving to grip both of his shoulders.
RORY WAS THE KIND OF A GIRL WHO HAD ALL THE QUALITIES DREW APPRECIATED IN A PERSON. she was kind, but knew when to stand up for herself ( as seen through many arguments with ivy st.james. ) she was daring, but not in a way that scared him, and she was insanely talented, but also humble. it wasnât that drew didnât enjoy all sorts of people with all different types of personalities, but rory, like julien, was the kind of person who was walking exactly at the same pace as himself. one thing was clear about this exchange though, they definitely hadnât been pacing themselves when it came to alcohol as indicated by roryâs grip on his shoulders and drewâs resting hands on her elbows. âi donât know about you, but i wished the trips were flipped. . .â he began through slightly slurred words. âitâs fun here, but i liked new york so much more. i just felt it like. . . in my bones. i loved it.â he enthused and emoted as much as he probably could for being as drunk as he was. it felt very cliche of two arts students to be gushing about new york in the way they were, but in his opinion, after a limited glance at the place, it was worth all the fuss. as rory rambled about how they would end up in new york, on stage, together, there was a pang in his chest that he couldnât quite explain. was it the alcohol that made him feel fuzzy or was it rory and her words? heâd go with the alcohol. the last thing he wanted was to find himself doe eyed and pining for yet another girl he couldnât have. that was if the strange tightness around could even be attributed to rory. besides, he would never do anything like that to julien. he just liked conversing with rory, was very drunk, and had some residual catholic boy innocence when it came to getting close to girls. drew shook his head, ridding his mind of any of those contemplations then pulled rory after him to sit on the end of a bed. the most astonishing thing about their conversation was that neither of them had fallen on one another or spilled a drink. âsit with me!â he spoke over the music as he guided rory with him and over to this new spot. âthank you for having. . . faith in me.â he continued to speak loudly, but smiled at this particular comment. he was new to performing arts, that was no lie, so a compliment from someone like rory slade who could so effortlessly command a stage meant a lot. âseriously i mean. . . i may be able to sing, but iâm no donna sheridan.â he said, nudging her a little. âbut it sounds like a deal, when we get there, weâll tell casting directors weâre a package deal.â drew agreed with a drunken nod. curious to know rory more and anxious to keep the conversation going, he asked, âdo you have a dream role?â