#rwstarter

Tyler wasn't a fan of staying around campus for any longer than he had to. He didn't get along with many people despite them wanting to be his friend. For the most part, he kept things on a strict and professional level. Tyler was known around campus for jailbreaking phones, gaming consoles, and computers. It was an easy and profitable business for the hacker. With everyone obsessed with technology, he was their go-to technician. Everyone at Westham could have all the same things the students at East Mount Academy have at half the price. "I'm heading to the billiards club so I don't have much time. What's up? Do you need a nude erased, spyware programmed on an exes phone? A grade changed? Turn your PS4 into a PS5?" He was going through his most popular requests, assuming that's what they approached him for.

at some westham frat party

location: billiard bar

Things were starting to look pretty bone dry on the Eastside. River was trying his best to sell a few of his infamous party bags so he could buy the motorcycle he’d been eyeing for the last three months. The owner called him a few hours to let him know someone else was interested and made an offer, so if he doesn’t act fast then he’ll lose out. Knowing he'd have better luck on the Westside, River showed up to the Billiard Bar and ordered a beer while he waited for some potential customers to show.

After a few minutes and a few more drinks later, he felt someone approach his left side. Now was the perfect opportunity to strike. “Beer's cold and the liquor's cheap, but if you wanna feel something…I've got a great selection of feel goods to help loosen you up.”

who: open

It wasn't often that he went out with his co-workers but he didn't have other plans and he didn't want to go home yet. He preferred to keep work at work, lest they got too close. Couldn't let people find out about his speckled past. Regardless of it's lack of lucrative status, he needed his job. He didn't want to resort back to less than legal means to make ends meet or have to sleep on his cousin's couch again. As adorable and freakishly endearing as they were, he could only handle them in small doses. He moved away from the table right as the talk about pole burn started and went outside for a smoke or three. Dom heard the footsteps approach as he lit up. "Yes, they're strippers or I think they like to be called exotic dancers now," he blew the smoke from the first drag out. "No I can't get you any of their numbers and if you recognize me from anywhere else, no you don't." He put the pack back inside his jacket, still not bothering to look at who had approached.