#{drewstarter

-{ “I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND,” Drew panicked. “I’VE RUN OUT OF POPTARTS.”

--{ Andrew bobbed around the fancy party in a suit that he’d had sitting in his cupboard for too long (The only reason he owned it was because he wanted to look good in his grave). He’d managed to sneak into the high class event god knows how. His eyes were too busy taking in all the sights for him to notice the beautiful woman he... was about to... he collided with. “Fuck me,” He chuckled, turning around. Upon seeing her face, a wide grin grew. “Well hello there.” Drew tried to make himself at least sound like he fit in but there wasn’t much luck for him really. As a waitress with a tray of odd food walked past, Drew grabbed one and shoved it in his mouth but immediately spat it to the floor. “Christ. That was awful. Why is that being served?”

--{ “Well hello there good looking,” Andrew smirked, leaning against the wall. “Can I interest you in a drink? I’ve not seen you around these here parts before.”

--{ Andrew laughed and pranced across the room, grabbing a glass along the way. “Did I tell you that I’ve got enough Lemonade in the fridge to last us through an apocalypse?” It was still weird. Drew was still adjusting to the whole commitment thing. She was his first girlfriend since signing the contract for the house. She was his first proper girlfriend in two years. It was all very - new still, but it was something. “Love me a fizzy beverage!” He carried on jumping into the kitchen and filling both a glass for himself, and his girlfriend.

--{ “I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME LIKE WILL SMITH LOVED HIS DOG, SAM IN I AM LEGEND. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR, HM?”