* 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 / 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬

DREW: i would DIE if i met all my friends on there. how can i just not be friends w girls???? horrible

     it’s not common to see andrew sat at a bar considering he’s more of the stay-at-home-and-smoke-a-joint type but he’s enjoying a solitary beer nonetheless. it’s not his go-to but it works just as well when he’s trying to relax after a slow day at work. although perfectly content to enjoy his drink in silence, he’s pleasantly surprised when the person next sat next to him pipes up out of the blue. “man, you just read my mind,” he huffs out a little breath, leaning back slightly in his seat as he rests his forearms upon the counter in front of him. “why’s it always gotta be like that? the week feels like slow motion and then when the weekend finally comes, it’s over in the blink of an eye. what’s up with that?” brows knit together as he sips from his glass, nose crinkling the slightest amount. 

     scarlett is one of the last people andrew is expecting to stroll up to his door unannounced, but he’s pleasantly surprised when she does. he stands frozen in his own doorway, half dumbfounded and half giddy to see her standing there with a bag of burgers in hand. after the initial shock quickly fades his lips curve into a welcoming smile, her own instantly sending a warm and fluttering feeling spreading through his chest. “it’s the magic hands, isn’t it?” he teases, weight shifting as he ditches any attempt to stop himself from being a little shit. he can only hope the comment isn’t enough to make her change her mind and disappear as quickly as she’d arrived. “alright, c’mon in. but only if you’ve got a whopper with cheese for me in there. otherwise you can think again, missy.” no matter the bag’s contents, he steps aside to wave her in, promptly closing the door behind him before awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “sorry for the MESS. i wasn’t really expecting anyone.” whether andrew is expecting company or not, his apartment is guaranteed to be a pigsty and he immediately gets to work tidying up by bringing old dishes to the sink and tucking his bong away out of sight.

     “right now i’m pretty obsessed with oreo thins. i mean, right? they’re like crack, dude.”

     “my guy mason, norah, and scarlett.” @mascntaylor @ohnorah @ftscvrlctt

     “scarlett is the most intimidating person i’ve ever met in my entire life.” @ftscvrlctt

     “everything, man. awkward silence is the worst. i just keep talking and talking until something shuts me up.”

     “nah. just a pretentious shitball, mostly,” the comment is delivered with a cheeky grin as he leans against the counter, arms crossing loosely over his chest. “so, we want something reversible—” he means versatile. “something for every occasion. i can help with that. what kind of music do you like?”

DREW: my donut preference is.......in my mouth

DREW: i don't think it's that weird though??? if you can meet a date through an app, why not a friend?

     the concept of fashion as a whole has never made any sense to andrew. he never knows what’s on trend or in style and he doesn’t really know anything about proportions and dressing for the occasion. his aesthetic is one more of comfort than anything else and such is obvious just by taking one glimpse in his direction. “i don’t think you look like an asshole. i think you look GOOD, man,” he admits, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. drew isn’t really sure that his opinion means all that much given his lack of style-related knowledge but he offers it anyway. “you’re not even that short. how can pants make you shorter anyway? i thought it was like—shoes and hats and shit that make you taller.”

     “of course!” andrew assures with a few slow nods. “there’s barely ever any customers during the day. and it’s not like it takes much brain power to ring people through anyway.” he stands upright again although his shoulders are slightly slumped. a brow raises, like he’s waiting so intensely to hear theo’s response. “fair enough. getting up is basically the worst part. but sometimes brina will cover for me so i can catch a nap and shit. i love that about her, she’s the best. the hours are pretty chill, though. m’tight with the boss man,” he rambles on before the other’s admission really sinks in and he pauses, ”wait, what? that’s fucked, dude. where did you work then?”

     andrew is almost never paying attention, so it would be hypocritical for him to be anything but pleasant when the other bumps into him. he laughs, bringing a hand to press against his chest. “i’m still alive but i’m barely breathing,” drew jokes, lips curving into a sheepish grin. “it’s cool. happens to the best of us, right?” he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “somethin’ on your mind or just spacing out?”

DREW: i'm very motivated by food but i'm more motivated by sleep and not having to move

     “does tinder count? ‘cause if it does, i’m already on there.”

     “literally all of them. i always tell myself i’m gonna eat better and sleep at normal times but it only ever lasts like two days.”

     “on my couch drinking a red bull.”