devour your kings.

“I have informed you multiple times already that I have no interest in going.” His hands were jammed into his pockets, determined to keep eye contact with the insistent female despite his desire to vacate the premises. The girl was hovering over the portkey near the dock and kept on prattling on about international cooperation and the need for all of them to socialize together. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Brent turned to make his leave, only for the female to grab and tuck at his arm with a Wait, I promise it’ll be fun. Momentarily freezing at the physical contact, Brent felt the beginnings of a migraine that he was near certain would last for the upcoming months throbbing in his head. 

“brent?“ the sight before her was something else. the girl was obviously pining for his attention as per usual he wasn’t having any of it. it was almost funny to her -- almost like reading a teen fiction novel where somewhere in the chapters ahead he’d fall for her. lame. to be honest, maria found those ‘heroines’ a bit pitiful when they couldn’t take an obvious no for an answer and in this girl’s case it seemed that it wasn’t enough. “what’s going on??” she shot a quizzical look at the girl that she’d so cleverly blocked with her arm looping through her cousin’s which had made her back off. “--i was wondering if you’d walk me back to the school if you’re not busy?” she turned back to a very frustrated brent, hoping that he’d take the hint and make his escape.

“There are three rules for attending parties where you don’t know anyone. One, never drink that much. But act as sloppy as you want because who gives a fuck. Two, don’t approach anyone, let them come to you. Three, never use your real name. That being said, my name is Edgar Crouch, nice to meet you.”

“well, you certainly look like a crouch -- you can’t be far off.” maria rolled her eyes, swirling her straw in her drink in attempt to avoid drinking it. “it’s nice to meet you under false pretenses. a better strategy for attending parties where you don’t know anyone. one. if you act drunk or if you drink, people will try to take advantage of you. two. the people who approach you are usually straight white boys with a nice guy agenda -- so look unapproachable.” she paused to give him a once over before continuing on with a stir of her drink. “three. don’t tell anyone your name at all.”