{ bulletproof glass }

"Oh, a committee sounds divine, darling,” she drones with an exaggeratedly snooty tone, possibly undergoing the initial inklings of side-effect. “As long as my position is secure as co-head vice chairman. I suppose Asian Girl Andy would have to be the president. I wouldn’t mind being second-in-command if she were, anyway.” Dani’s eyes drift shut as she smiles slowly with undefined pleasure, dreaming up scenarios that involve her doing anything it takes to please her boss. 

"I didn't know you were chummy with Andy Doolittle," he says with raised eyebrows--however, it's more of a pleased expression than one of disappointment. "I've heard she's loads of fun when there's alcohol involved. So, what's she got planned so far? Are you trying to get into her pants, or do you actually think she's cool?" Fal's smirking now, a mischievous expression Dani has undoubtedly seen before. His pupils have dilated, too, clearly an effect of the pills.

"Not nearly as much as I should be," she replies with a reluctant smirk. "It’s become slightly difficult to have any fun around here anymore. But… I was thinking of having a party this weekend. Very exclusive, and you’re invited, of course.”

"A party? Have I heard you correctly?" he echoes, eyebrows lifted in what seems to be pure amazement. Fallon almost forgot what parties were, but not that Dani is mentioning one, there is hope after all. "I'm game. Who're you planning this thing with? You need a committee?"

Despite his obviously cliched lie, Dani doesn’t press him on the issue. It’s none of her business anyway, and she’s not into playing the role of overly-concerned friend. So, she shrugs and continues out into the Common Room, not quite feeling the effects of her own pills just yet. “Whatever, dude.”

Relief Dani will never know about courses through him in that moment. He's glad to have at least a few friends who don't care about what he does outside of their friendship, the Gryffindor girl included. "So," he drawls, the pills making his head buzz just a bit, "What've you been up to?"

After only a couple steps out from beneath the stairwell, Dani stops and turns over her shoulder. Having noticed the patch of rough skin on Fallon’s wrist, she releases him and glances down simultaneously. “What happened there?” she wondered absently, inspecting the crimson band.

Think, Fallon, think... you have to be crafty here.

"Umm..." Fallon's first instinct is to give her the smile he gives his clients--small, mockingly innocent, and just mysterious enough to intrigue. "Oh, you know... I'm just so clumsy." The pills are starting to take effect, and suddenly he's feeling giggly--even a bit kooky.

Dani hadn’t noticed the purplish brown blotches on his arms as she was preoccupied with peering out from behind their cramped cavern beneath the stairs. “Uh…” she grunts in response, hearing him but not really listening at all. Once she determines the coast is clear, Dani blindly reaches for Fallon’s exposed wrist, and leads him into the open Common Room. “So, he’s older? Why is that a problem?”

He's my pimp; I'm a whore. I can't have the hots for my pimp, Dani. I can't have the hots for anyone--it's my job not to. "Oh, I... I don't know," he mumbles, having the audacity to blush innocently at the notion as they run back into the open circle of the red room. "I guess I'm used to only dating people my age," Fallon manages after a while, awkwardly scratching one wrist. He soon flinches, though, remembering that shit--one of his clients wanted to tie him up, and so now his wrists are slightly raw and irritated from the rope used.

"Yeah, with all the tattoos?" she asks, vaguely recalling the boy he’d mentioned only once before as she reaches her own fingertips into his pocket. Dani extracts a couple of mystery pills for herself, downing them both in one tasteless swallow. She figures she’ll just find out what she took in about ten minutes. 

"Yeah, him," the Gryffindor boy responds, pushing up the sleeves of his deceptively simple black jumper. A few small bruises mar his wrists, and they'd be suspicious if not for the fact that he wasn't trying to hide them. For all Dani knew, they could be track marks. "He keeps acting weird... I know he's older, but hey, he seems kinda into me."

For all intents and purposes, they’re in the Gryffindor Common Room. Dani has to run upstairs to her room quickly to grab one of everything she’s got in her stash. Once she returns with a small handful of pills, she pulls Fallon beneath the stairwell in case there’s anybody out doing Common Room checks tonight. “Shit… Do you have a little baggy or a— Here,” she mumbles, reaching over to the waistband of his pants and slipping the pills down into his front pocket. “Go for it.”

Smirking, Fallon slips beneath the stairwell with ease, for once grateful for his small, flexible form--being a whore occasionally does have its benefits. "So--" He pauses to pop a pill or two in his mouth, swallowing them dry. "I've told you about Valentine, right? You know, the one I sometimes stay with?"

"Ugh, they all sound so… delicious. Hm, I might have to go pick ‘n’ mix on this one.”

"Yeah, you know what? Surprise me here... If you live life knowing what happens all the time, it's some boring routine or whatever."

"Well that is quite unfortunate. But you know there are several different ways to wake yourself up…”

"And which one of those sounds most appealing at the moment, Dani?"

Knowing them, they could just be hoping you don’t return at all.

Well, that's reassuring. Only a few more months here and I'm out, though...

No one seems to appreciate just how hard it is to juggle a job and NEWTs.

I'm surprised they even let me leave the school as often as I'm able. [gestures to himself.] Muggleborn.

What do you work as?

I do a lot of... different things. Just anything to make ends meet, I guess.

Well, they were probably well deserved. Spencer hates punishing people unnecessarily. 

Yeah, I'm... not the greatest student, I guess. I mean, when it comes to showing up for class and stuff. I work a lot, so it gets busy.