RIP 2 MY YOUTH

Griffin lightly smiled at the response, as politely as he could. “Griffin, and you are?” He answered, leaning back on the wall. “Correct me if i’m wrong-- But this is your first time crashing some party, isn’t it?”

“i’ll do it so quietly you won’t even realize, until the stench of my decomposing body takes up all of the air,” harsh and dramatic? probably. now, if he was in there for the food-- or snacks in this case-- he’d try to do something for her to give him some. hell, he’d brood. because that was what he did. he’d brood so hard it became uncomfortable for the other. “luckily for you, i’m not here for that, so you can keep your cheetos for yourself.” instead he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up; this place was after all the least crowded section. “you don’t snitch, and i won’t.”

“This way, then, I need another one, anyway.” Downing the rest of his drink, he stood up and guided the girl to the kitchen. Looking around, he grabbed two cans from the cooler. Opening one and giving it to her before doing the same to his own. “No answer, then. Cheers.” 

Griffin frowned slightly as he noticed the definitely not from college girl. The frown not really that noticeable considering he mostly had one on his face anyway. “Kitchen.” He replied, it wasn’t like he didn’t crash parties when he was on highschool, however this girl didn’t really look like the type to do so. “I can get you one, but don’t say you got it from me. Or say, I’ll manage.”

griffin stared at the man, his expression a bit more chill than the other’s. maybe it was the alcohol preventing him from lashing back. “is it now?” he was pretty sure it was his, and even if there was some doubt withing him, it was clouded. and so were his actions as he downed what was left on the glass. 

“has it?” he asked, putting his glass down on the bar. now, he had noticed her sitting there by herself as well, but he usually minded his own business. nevertheless, as soon as as he caught the attention of the bartender once again he leaned close to him, saying some things to him, making the bartender grumble before looking over at her and telling her her drink would be there right away. "it’s amazing how nowadays threatening about giving bad reviews actually work.”

“Sure?” Griffin frowned, confused as to why someone would bring books at a bar. “Do you come to read here often or...?”

griffin had been in blissful ignorance, just wallowing in his typical pain, when jubilee suddenly came to his door telling him he’d been signed up. he was so against the idea, and had absolutely no idea why his ex-girlfriend would put him in such thing. but there was no turning back now, and he wasn’t that much an asshole to simply leave whoever abby was hanging. so there he was, with absolutely no expectations, in world of colour-- such a strange place for a date-- with his nametag peeking from underneath his leather jacket as he waited for the person to arrive.  

“good for you,” griffin said with a tight sort of smile, proving how much he didn’t really care that she knew how to read in four languages. it wasn’t like he had been looking for an answer to begin with. “how would you know that? i could be as clueless as you are.” granted, he wasn’t, but he also didn’t know exactly what she meant. however, it was clear there was something obviously off with this girl. who the hell went around confusing boxes of condoms with candy, and trying to stab people for it? “so let me get this, you destroy what i was looking for and then expect me to help you?”