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I bet I’ve already been there, pal, but you know {shrugs} as long as it’s really good - and then I mean real good.
They are real good, trust me, I’m a fellow pie enthusiast. It’s a homemade pie place so they’re made with love by this sweet old russian lady, they’re fantastic.
I’d give anything for an apple pie right now. Fuck, I hate Mondays.
Sounds like we should get some apple pie, then. Do what we can to revive your terrible Monday- come on, I know a place around here with really good pies
“Lucky for you, my problems are not your problems, Dylan.” Shaking his head, he started serving a red cup, only it was filled with Coke. “You can have this. You’re welcome.”
“You’re getting really emo on me, this is a party, try to have some fun even if you’re working” he said, rolling his eyes when he was handed the coke. “.....Thanks, I guess” he shook his head, drinking from the cup regardless. “I’m sure one of my friends has a flask or two anyway”
“Well when we’re drowning in trash and parents have to spend more money on tuition they’ll be having pizza in the nearest public school.”
“We don’t really have the recycle bins going on right now, and yet, I don’t seem to be drowning in trash” he shrugged, “I’ll survive”
“Do I ever have fun?” Ethan couldn’t even remember the last time he had fun. That moment wouldn’t come up - especially if he’s thinking about his work shifts. “I’m being paid to do so. Though don’t think I’m going to serve you.”
“No, you don’t. And that’s the problem” he said, looking back over at him. “What?” he shook his head, “Why not? What’s the point of having a brother who bartends if you won’t even serve me drinks?” he joked
“I think it’s safe to say I have the student body president position on lockdown. The other candidates are just not good enough. Their arguments are silly and while Pizza Fridays sound great, I think having recycling bins and an efficient recycling program is more convenient.”
“You know none of the students who are actually voting care about your recycling bins, right? The voters prefer pizza friday”
“Probably not, but I am sure that even he has gone to a few parties in his life.” Maria replied, letting out a soft chuckle. It was hard to imagine what her father would be like if he were drunk. “That sounds like a plan to me.” She added, before following him towards the bar. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“I have a hard time picturing that” he laughed, “My dad on the other hand, definitely used to party before he got lame” he said, walking to the bar, turning back to her when they got there. “I’m more of a whiskey guy myself, personally. But I don’t know if you want to start with that”
“I agreed to come because you are family, and my father always told me that family is important.” Maria replied, letting out a soft chuckle. Her father had tried his hardest to raise her right in her mother’s absence. “If you’re the expert in having fun, why don’t you tell me how to then?” She added, raising her eyebrow at her second cousin.
“I don’t think this is what your father had in mind when he said that” he laughed a little, nodding as she spoke again, “Gladly! First we’re going to need some drinks, come on” he said, walking toward the bar area, making sure she was following
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For as long as Maria could remember Dylan had been part of her life. Although, in reality she didn’t feel as though they had much in common. Maria focused a lot on her school work and trying to become a lawyer where meanwhile the boy had his own hobbies. They might be related but in her opinion they were opposites. Maria let out a soft sigh and looked over at Dylan. “Why do I agree to come to these things with you?”
Dylan always thought that Maria focused way too much on her school work and never got the chance to have any actual fun. He was beyond shocked that she actually agreed to come with him to the party. “You agreed to come because part of you actually wants to have fun” he smiled, “Don’t come into this with a bad attitude, you’ll never like it if you don’t give it a chance. Come on! It’ll be fun!”
“Am I really supposed to serve alcohol to all of these… Minors?” Ethan muttered to himself as he wiped the bar and threw out Solo Red Cups. He hated working these events - all because his boss wanted to make an extra buck. Working as a bartender was supposed to be a temporary fix but suddenly it’s become his only fix and the only way to survive.
“Yeah I don’t think you’ll really be having any fun tonight” he shook his head, “Just pretend we’re all 21, it’ll be fine” he shrugged, looking over at his half brother.
“I feel like I’d probably get kicked out of the class, but I don’t know, it might be funny enough to be worth it.”
“I would pay you $20 to do that, it would probably be the best part of your entire academic career”
Scarlett smirked, “Well, I guess it is 5 in the afternoon somewhere.” She looked over at the boy, “Care to join me?”
“Oh absolutely, I would love nothing more than to join you” he smiled, “First rounds on me”
“So, I really want to know whose idea it was to schedule the painting classes in the middle of the day.” Jamie commented as he sat down near the other person in the coffee shop, “Because honestly I need at least a change of clothes and possibly a shower after pretty much every one, and I think my other professors are going to start staging a protest if I show up to their classes with paint on me too many more times.”
“You should just go to your next class head-to-toe covered in paint. Just to see what they’d do”
“I’m so bored of the same old thing. Someone help.” Scarlett sighed and slowly sipped at her milkshake.
“Switch out that milkshake for vodka and you’d be having a lot more fun” he smiled
Dylan Campbell - 18 - Senior - Akamai Boarding School - Lucky Blue Smith
Parents: Alec Campbell and Ashley White
Siblings: Ethan Bryons
Date of Birth: August 10th
Borough: Brooklyn
Hobbies: Track
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“Yeah, well if you knew me…it’d be just another fucking Wednesday,” she replied with a bitter laugh. “Bellamy,” she replied, motioning for the bartender. “I think I need a water instead of this. I’m kind of tired of getting drunk for no reason.” As the water came, she turned towards him. “So, what brings you here?”
“If you keep losing friends like that then I don’t think you had very good friends to begin with. Y’all had to have stopped talking for a reason, right?” he offered, giving her a small smile when she told him her name. “That’s probably a good idea. I just have a ginger ale- I don’t even drink” he said, holding up his glass. “I don’t know” he shrugged. “My sisters are out with friends tonight so they don’t need me to take care of them right now and- since we’re being honest, I really don’t have any friends besides my cousin. So I just...came here”
Bellamy shrugged, laughing at the joke her year had already become. “Oh, you know, the usual. Down to one friend. Added another person on to my list of people who hate me.” Truth be told, Bel was a little drunk and the words flowed from her lips all to easily.
Alec felt bad for the girl. She was clearly drunk and talking about things she most likely wouldn’t have told a complete stranger otherwise. “I’m sorry to hear that” he said, looking down at his ginger ale and then back at her, “I’m Alec, by the way...It’s nice to meet you” he started talking, figuring she just needed someone to talk to, like a friend, at least for right now.
