#sofia brooks

Rizzo: hey

Rizzo: I cant watch mikey tn

"Hey! I was wondering if I would see you here,” Mac gave the brunette a large grin before pulling her into a large bear hug. It should have been surprise that the male was wasted — after all, whenever there was an excuse for him to get drunk, he’d most definitely take it, and Independence Day was no exception. It probably would have been pretty weird for him, running into the parent of one of the kids he taught after having a few drinks. However, if his friendship with Sofia had taught him anything, it was that she really wasn’t one to judge. “Can I get you a drink or somethin’? Where’s the little guy at?”

It was late, but Rizzo was far too jetlagged and wide awake to sit at home and wallow in his own anxieties over the argument he’d had with his cousin weeks prior. He was a little more clearheaded since getting back from his trip — still revved up on substances, no doubt, but having taken the correct cocktail to appear level-headed — and, quite honestly, he felt shitty. What else was new, though, right? Running his fingers through his hair, the musician let out a sigh before biting the bullet and knocking thrice on Sofia’s door, leaning against the frame as he waited for an answer.

“Before you slam the door in my face,” he began once she appeared, eyebrows raised. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry. Ok?”

Rizzo: hey