#zeldareese

"You know the best part is once they shout last dance, there's usually another place to go," Ches shouts over the music as she waits at the bar for drinks with Zelda. Was she supposed to be clubbing? No. Did Zelda know any better? Unless Sky spilled the beans, Ches was an alcoholic who was currently way too self-destructive to climb back on the wagon - she wasn't telling her friend shit. A person who didn't seem aware of her problem was a gift horse she wasn't going to look in the mouth. "We could probably stay out all night if we wanted to, as long as Riley covers for us past curfew." It was unfortunate to have a midnight curfew, and some places only got moving after 11 pm. But she supposed that was why it was in effect, an attempt to keep the students from partying all evening. "Do we want to?"

While Zander didn’t mind Zelda borrowing his shirt, he had to admit her running off with it gave him an excuse to check in on her without explicitly stating he was checking to see how she was doing. He knocks her bedroom door, figuring he was best to start there, and he’d text her if she weren’t there. “If you haven’t skipped town yet, just dropping by to wish you safe travels.” It didn’t hurt to say something, if she wasn’t home - well she couldn’t question him on it, and if she was home at least, she knew it was him and not someone like Jack.