#portlandchat

It was very late, that was obvious but Skylar didn’t mind it. He honestly wasn’t even tired in the slightest as he sat on the bench outside of some bar that he really couldn’t even pronounce the name of. Things had been changing a lot lately and the 25 year old wasn’t sure how to deal with it in any other way than scribbling nonsensical words into his very worn notebook in the middle of a very busy sidewalk. Night time really was the best and most interesting time to people watch, everyone seemed to be more authentic then and Skylar just liked experiencing things from the outside that way.

“I don’t mean to bother ya,” Sawyer started, tapping the nearest person on the shoulder. “There’s this thought I have in my head and it’s gonna drive me bonkers if I don’t let it out.” There was hardly anyone she knew in Portland, having moved here just weeks ago and she didn’t keep in touch with her old friends back in Texas. It was hard for her to contain her thoughts, especially when one was as heavy as this one. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she folded her arms across her chest. “I think most people remember the exact moment they realized they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” 

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“You're telling me, that, Captin America is better than Spiderman? You’ve got to be shitting me if you think that is possible.” Ben defended his favorite superhero with anger and protectiveness surging through him. He got really into protecting his favorite superheroes, anyone against him would likely be left in the dust. “Look let's agree to disagree...” He noticed a stranger almost leaning closer to him. He put down his phone as he looked at the person. “Yes?” He asked raising one of his eyebrows. 

Cody was bent down, trying to scoop up the graphic novel he had dropped before the wind caught it and blew it away. His head jerked upwards when he heard a cat call, and a lewd comment about someone’s ass. Presumably his own, given the circumstance. Looking around the sidewalk, he saw only a group of giggling teenagers passing by, and someone standing nearby who seemed to have witnessed the incident. He turned to them. “I really hope they were talking to you,” he said. “Considering I’m probably old enough to be their father. Maybe even their grandfather.” he muttered.

“There’s a guy that I have a crush on at the club two blocks from here. All I ask is for you to be my wing-person. And if you’re, like, seriously on the fence about it... I will throw in a half-finished bag of cool ranch Doritos.”

Class was boring. Exceedingly boring. One would have thought that majoring in film would have been fun, but it wasn’t. It was hours and hours of lectures on movies that Charlie absolutely hated and reports and very few actual assignments. If it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t have independent from her family name, then she would have quit by then.

Valentine stood toward the  back of the ballroom. He didn’t know how he ended up here tonight. Well, the alternative had been hitting a club and not drinking, which just seemed boring. He’d never realized how obnoxious drunk people could be until he had to tolerate them while sober. He had a drink in his hand, a coke, which only made him feel like a child, but he preferred it that way. He didn’t know a lot of people there and his “date” vanished moments after they’d arrived. Vanished was a nice way of saying Valentine was carefully avoiding him. He hadn’t always been a loner, but Valentine did have his nights and this was one of them. He wandered around the ballroom, trying to see if he could recognize anyone from the bakery. Giving up on that as he neared the dance floor, he decided fuck it.