#oxfordstart

               « ah, don’t make that face, » the blonde all but  p o u t e d, practically tugging at the other’s sleeve. it was a friday evening, and much to her dismay, nothing exciting had happened yet. « we’re just gonna sneak up to the college roof to have a drink. what’s the worst that could happen ? come on ----  »  

“Well, this party’s exceptionally unremarkable. Remind me why I agreed to go again?” Vigo crossed his arms over his chest, a look of disgust evidently painted on his features. He has been in this party for roughly half an hour, and just about nothing sparked even a minuscule amount of amusement in him. “Music’s tacky, alcohol’s cheap, drugs are nowhere to be found, and nothing illegal’s happening. Jesus. Is this a children’s party or just what poor people do for fun?” 

          “now that doesn’t seem right,” he pored over his notes. “does this look right to you?”

“ it was the worst date imaginable, ” she stressed as she stirred her tea absentmindedly. it wasn’t hard for gaia to be absolutely shocked, but some people truly had the ability to take her speech, this man was definitely one. “ he assumed that i am a virgin, and then said ‘ if adriana lima lost her v card at twenty-seven, then i’m sure you'll be fine. ’ and then he winked at me. ” it was hardly a crime, the way he’d spoken, but it certainly wasn’t inspiring any true love, and anyone who referred to her innocence as a ‘ v card ’ was certainly not getting a second date. “ now please say you’ll help me write a message saying i’d rather not go on another date. ”

       there were few things that stressed alistair out more than not having anything to do. balancing, school, whatever work his father delegated to him, as well as keeping the riot club somewhat presentable, constant pressure was nothing more than his new normal. and, consequently, when the work had been done, double & triple-check, sent off - when it was time for him to relax, slow his heart rate a little, he found himself increasingly agitated. and much to the other person’s dismay, he underestimated his own anger, and in response to a question he didn’t quite catch, he all but snarled: « god, what is it now ? » 

“I have six essays to write, four reports to do, and two exams to study for, and all I’ve done today is take three naps and eat a burrito. Obviously, the only way out of this predicament is to run away from my problems and get smashed.” Henry laughed nervously, and running a hand through his already disheveled hair, downed the remaining contents of his glass. It was only Tuesday night, and he felt like he was quite literally falling apart. “I’m sorry. I’m being too chatty, aren’t I? Would you like a drink?”

okay, i’m going to curl up with my cat for a little bit while i message people for plots, but if y’all like this then i’ll do up a closed starter for you and whichever character of mine you specify ! & if we’ve yet to plot then i’ll slide into ur dms !

“ i’m going to be completely honest, ” hugo started, his tone flat and his gaze still on his phone — clearly displaying his disinterest. “ if you don’t get to the point soon, i’m afraid i’ll drop dead out of sheer boredom. ”