* LOVE / SABRINA !

“i know it looks like i’m paying attention but i got through that lecture on coffee and sheer will alone,” beau groaned, his grip on the cup of coffee was stangling. “i love kins, but if she could let rhi and i sleep for more than an hour a night it’d be great.”

a smile toyed on his lips at her panic, even if she tried to hide it. “you just confirmed that i hope you realize.”  judah caught his foot in his hand, pulling it back in a stretch, “i’m not stupid, far from it, just so you know.”

grace: i haven't been able to see anyone so..

grace: next time is on me

sabrina: don't tell me you've gone all emo and haven't seen the light of day

sabrina: fine

he shook his head, “no i remember all of bridget’s friends, it’s almost like it’s my job.” he jokes slightly. “and while you’re one, that’s not where i know you.” he took in her stance and the annoyance in her voice. and then it clicked. “john. i know you from john.”

perhaps it was the brazen tone of the girl’s voice as she brushed past that was the most amusing. the way she moved knowingly to reach the bar the quickest way, to gain the attention of the bartender before looking over her shoulder at sage, “i wouldn’t say no to a couple after that ordeal.” sage agreed stepping towards the woman as she smiled, placing her own order to the bartender. by now she was almost convinced bars actually served alcohol in an attempt to make people bearable to be around.

grace: i hate to agree but i agree

grace: you should come over

sabrina: your place?

sabrina: do you have anything good enough?

he recognized the girl right off the bat, not quite placing where he knew her from yet. “sue me? for running into you? can’t imagine i’d want to be someone who does any worse.” he let go of her and removed his headphones, “where do i know you from?”

alistair: oh don't give me that

alistair: i distinctly remember you telling me she died

alistair: and yet, here she is - still alive

alistair: care to explain?

sabrina: [unsent] i thought i was the one who did drugs here not you

sabrina: i don't know what you're on

sabrina: but i do know you're getting less than the average sleeping time a normal person should have

sabrina: but whoever you saw could've been any blond bint

“really? a balfour? not keen on speaking about their innermost feelings - who would have guessed?” she mused, tone dripping with sarcasm. if people were books, sabrina would be one of those diaries that came with a lock (but without the key), she reckoned, looking over at the brunette. she didn’t mind - in fact, there was only so much sentimental rambling she could take. “if i come with you, will you shut up?”

it wasn’t like sage couldn’t handle herself; in fact, she was more than capable. the one thing that the raven-haired new yorker had decided was that most people in oxford really had nothing on people back home. but at the same time, it seemed like these were the worst ones, the ones who made it clear they felt entitled to her attention for some unknown reason sage quite frankly wasn’t interested in. she felt done with the man and if not for any other reason that was enough to appreciate the interruption of the woman cutting in, “she’s right, you can go now.” sage reiterated firmly, her gaze holding the man’s until he muttered inaudibly under his breath and stomped off, “that really wasn’t necessary, but thank you.” sage smiled at the woman.

the music blasted through his headphones while his feet struck the ground in time with the beat. his legs burned and his body pleaded with him to slow down. judah closed his eyes to focus on the music rather than the actual running. realizing now that this was a shared track and common crosswalk should’ve occurred to him before he was stumbling over someone and holding onto their arms to hold both himself and them up. once all their inertia was stopped he laughed sheepishly, “sorry- i should’ve been looking.”

grace: when isn't something a mess

grace: is that you offering?

sabrina: in this hellhole?

sabrina: never

sabrina: of course i am!

NAME: CHER like the singer cher HAYDEN ELLIS

LIKES: MAKEUP, SINGING, SHOPPING WITH MOMMA SAB

DISLIKES: SOY MILK, PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA, LEAVING A STORE WITHOUT BUYING ANYTHING

FIRST WORD: SUP

APPEARANCE: DIRTY BLONDE??? IG??? HER BROWS R SO BEAUTIFUL ND BLUE EYES BUT RLLY LOOKS LIKE PRES TBH

WHICH PARENT THEY LOOK LIKE MORE: IT’S ALL PRES AND NONE OF SAB BC FUNNY STORY SHE’S SEMI-ADOPTED??? LIKE SOME LADY DROPPED HER AT THEIR DOOR WHEN SHE WAS LIKE FIVE ND SAID SHE WAS PRES’ KID SO THEY JUST SHRUG ND OKAY LETS ADOPT U

WHICH PARENT THEY LIKE MORE: 50/50

HEIGHT ONCE FULLY GROWN: 5′6′’

JOB/AMBITION: SHE WANNA BE JUST LIKE HER OLD MAN

FACECLAIM: SUMMER MCKEEN

NAME: CHARLIE MAXWELL-BALFOUR

LIKES: NATURE, SKINCARE PRODUCTS, WATCHING MOVIES

DISLIKES: JUNK FOOD, BOYS, PLACES WITHOUT WIFI

FIRST WORD: COKE but she was actually trying to say cake

APPEARANCE: BRUNETTE, BROWN EYES, SMALL CUTE FACE, ALWAYS SMILIN

WHICH PARENT THEY LOOK LIKE MORE: NEITHER BC SHE’S ADOPTED

WHICH PARENT THEY LIKE MORE: IT’S FIFTY-FIFTY

HEIGHT ONCE FULLY GROWN:  5′5′’

JOB/AMBITION: WANTS TO BE PRIME MINISTER

FACECLAIM: ROWAN BLANCHARD 

alistair: you know how much those things mean to her

alistair: but i, for one was thinking more about the fact that apparently

alistair: hope is still alive

sabrina: when were we not having a rough patch???

sabrina: oh so she can throw a random ball bc she wants to and not bother throwing her own daughter a birthday party?

sabrina: sounds like you need a lot of sleep there big brother

“easy for you to say, isn’t it? even if you fuck up, your brother is just going to sort it out like he always does. it’s not like you actually have to be good.” sabrina was bad news, nora knew that much - they’d known each other for years, and hardly any encounter between the two had gone by without the older girl trying to coax nora into something half-illegal. “mhm. you’re not selling this well. what if we get in trouble - what then?” 

alistair: but you have some explaining to do

sabrina: i have nothing to explain to you

sabrina: but if this is about me gate crashing mom's party