#dcemon

Juniper Greenwell is officially a resident of New York City and part of the BIG APPLE mini-plot.

        ‘      want a drink  ?????  ‘   looked pretty rough,      not gonna lie.   of course,   he wouldn’t say that.   pretty dickish thing to say.

          it wasn’t hard for the male to D E T A C H himself, ( was one of the few qualities he’d spent the entirety of his exist perfecting. ) empathy rarely seeped through his persona, was a sentiment nearly foreign to phoenix. the concept of blocking out the single person he had ONCE referred to as a friend, even if it was for a diminutive lapse of time, seemed simple. the blond managed to ignore their calls and dodge them on the street at all costs. at the site of a mere text from them he’d turn his phone of along with the last INKLING of compunction he possessed. perhaps it was the u n d e r l y i n g fear that after the drunken night they had spent entwining their bodies would result in them falling into the category of one of his clingy one night stands. yet to the male’s dismay here they were, familiar set of features staring back at him in the midst of the crowded party hosted by a nameless face he could hardly remember. “ hey. ”

            vapor taken in frome thos horrible electronic cigarettes spewed from his lips shielding half of his visage. though his gaze remained fixed on the female across the room, TORN between the decision to ROB her clean of everything she owned or invest a little bit of attention and CHARM  her in hopes of nightly endeavors. another inhalation from the device before he passed it back to his friend, costello straightened out his leather jacket, clenching his jaw and displayed this INTIMIDATING expression for the people who stood in his way to part. ‘ going to CUT to the chase. we keep eyeing each other, it’s either i buy you a drink and we get to know each other or you REJECT me and we play the cat and mouse game for the night only for you to end up in my bed. ’