Realistic or Modern [Ink and Roses] / Poet and Truffle's RP

[Truff]

Willow let out a small laugh when he said even Grace liked her. "Yeah she seemed a little hesitant at first," she smiled a little and kept walking. She couldn't help but think that on the way here they were so different. Her mind drifted to holding his hand. Something so simple and so innocent, but could make her heart pound like it was going to come flying out of her chest. She wanted to reach our and grab it again, but knew it would be over stepping the friend agreement they had.

She was ripped from her thoughts when he said her name. She looked up at him, expecting him to say something else. Instead, he was silent with just a worried and confused expression on his face. She furrowed her brows at him. "Yeah? You alright?" Despite the upset feeling in her stomach and quiet demeanor, her voice was light. She was genuinely concerned for him. He was a friend after all.

She watched as he looked ahead, jaw clenched shut as if he was trying to stop words coming out of his mouth. She let out an exasperated sigh. "Blake, really. What's going on?" She turned her body slightly towards him while continuing to walk.

 

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Blake shook his head, kneading his hands against each other. He tried to avoid Willow's concerned actions and tone of voice, looking around instead of at her. His peripheral vision let him know that she was somewhat facing him and he grimaced before turning to her with a shrug. He licked his lips, trying to find something to say. He sufficed to shake his head, adding another shrug.

"Nothing I just..." He bit his lip again, nervousness flooding his senses and making him stammer. "I'm sorry?" He said softly, not sure why those words specifically came out. He looked down at the shadowed pavement and kept track of his feet. He didn't dare look at Willow.

He didn't know if he was apologizing for saying something just now or for earlier. He did know actually. He was sorry, he thought he might have hurt her somehow by what he said. He didn't like the idea of her being hurt or upset because of him. He liked her, and he hadn't meant for his hesitation to cause an issue. He wanted to tell her that he liked her, but he wasn't sure that was the right route. He felt very conflicted and confused.

 

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Willow stared at him for a few seconds as he managed to get his words out. When he apologized, she looked down at the side walk. His apology made her feel stupid and weak. Like she needed an apology from him. She was silent for a few long seconds. " You don't need to apologize, Blake. You did nothing wrong." She spoke confidently to him. She didn't want him feeling like he did something wrong by rejecting her. Yeah, it stung, but ultimately it wasn't wrong of him to feel that way.

She continued walking in silence, not having anything to say on the matter. Why dwell on it when it was going to be the same no matter What? They reached her apartment and she stopped on the sidewalk in front of the building. She turned to face him and looked up at him. "Thank you for a wonderful night. It was nice to have a change." She said, giving him a soft smile.

Before he could respond, she turned and trotted up the stairs and into the building. Once inside, she let out a sigh and made her way up to her apartment. She let herself inside and checked her phone. Her friends had agreed to go to the bar with her. She moved into her bedroom to change into jeans to prepare for a chilly night.

 

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Blake nodded sullenly, inside he felt miserable but he nodded again, looking down with his hands seeking his pockets. He listened to her speak, noting the confidence in her voice, and blinked a few times, tilting his head back to look up at the night sky. He tried to ignore it all, knowing she was right, maybe. He forced himself to break evenly, not allowing the distressed sigh he had pent up to escape. The distress stayed for the rest of their walk though, building as their silence did. However, it didn't break when the silence did, but swelled, making him feel just as awful as Willow thanked him and disappeared inside.

It was as the door closed that the repressed sigh escaped and Blake grabbed his hair in a spurt of irritation and desperation. Turning on his heel to keep walking, not caring where he went tonight, Blake slowly relaxed his fists, drawing them to the back of his head where they ruffled his hair and fell to his sides. He let out a long breath before breathing in slowly, not feeling much better after the outburst of all the uncertain and distressed emotions. His feet walked keeping a steady, long established pace as he tried to force his mind off the roiling emotions in him. He tilted his head back slightly, looking once more to the sky for solace. He let his eyes draw mental lines to the stars twinkling into view as he kept his mind on autopilot letting his pace take him out of the neighborhood and down empty, lamp lit streets.

In the end he didn't get anywhere near his house until nearly three in the morning and when he did get home he walked inside, practically dead on his feet. He immediately took a long and hot shower, standing in the building steam and letting water rush over his face, streaming into his open eyes. It was nearly five when he went to his room and he simply sat on his bed with a huff of breath, leaning back against the wall, only in a pair of shorts. His glasses were discarded on the desk. He didn't think, he simply let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander to nothingness until he woke up late in the morning, his face in his pillow.

 

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Willow quickly got dressed and ruffled her brown hair. Walter was waiting in a car in front of her building. She trotted down the stairs and got into the passenger seat of the car. Walter didn't question why she wanted to go out tonight after meeting Blake's friends. They never questioned each other. It would eventually all come out and they dealt with it then. She let out a sigh and ran her hand through her hair, watching the dark road pass by the car.

They eventually made it to the small bar. As they walked in, her group of friends greeted her with already drunk exuberant hellos. The only concerned look came from Vee. Willow brushed it off and sat down with them. They stayed there till 3, drinking, yelling and cheering on the inevitable bar fight. By 3, Willow stumbled back to her apartment and crashed in her own bed almost instantly.

The next thing she knew, she was up and getting dressed for work. Thankfully, Julie was out on deliveries all day so she wouldn't be able to worry over Willow. She put on the same jeans from the night before and a plain black vneck t-shirt. She decided to walk to work, not trusting her ability to drive with the horrible hangover she had. Her head pounded and a slight feeling of nausea sat in her stomach. She quickly made herself a cup of coffee and walked out onto the street.

She knew she looked hungover. Her skin was pale with sickness and her eyes bloodshot. She also had a serious case of resting bitch face she was hoping to work through before getting to the shop. Her new tattoo flowed out from under her shirt and licked at her collarbone. But, instead of looking whimsical like it had before, it seemed to add to her image of looking like someone you didn't want to mess with.

 

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Blake had stayed out later than he should have and combined with his newly ignited emotional turmoil he woke up feeling tired. He was not unused to this sensation though so he went about his day with an added shot of caffeine. When he arrived at the parlor around noon Daniel and the others were already there. Thomas, upon Blake's inquiry, was said to be staying the night with some school friends. And so the day passed without his enthusiastic little sidekick. Blake tried to ignore the grumble that filled him and sipped at his coffee. He also tried to ignore the flower shop across the street, his attention floating to it like a magnet every spare second.

He wanted to speak with Willow again, to see her at lunch or after the work day. But, her good bye last night left him feeling awkward and blocked off. He realized he was being a little too sensitive but he couldn't help it. He had apologized yes but that hadn't fixed anything. He needed to talk to her. He wanted to talk to her. Being friends was alright and good and he wanted to be friends with her. But that didn't mean he also didn't like her. He defitwouldnt have asked her over to his friends if he didn't like her as more than that.

Nerves gnawed at him until lunch when he excused himself from his work to go walk as far across town as he could. Walking was his top coping mechanism, what he did when he needed to do something or nothing. As he opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk he glanced over at the flower shop windows. He tried not to, but his eyes sought a glimpse of Willow. Irritated with himself he turned sharply and started walking, his hands at his sides as he looked up at the sky, blowing out a breath.

 

[Truff]

Willow was thankful for a slow day at the shop. Monday's always were. She sat at the counter, staring off into space and wishing she had taken more painkillers that morning for the raging headache that seemed to be hell bent on killing her. The little old lady that helped out in the shop eventually made her way in. Willow held her breath as the woman looked her state up and down. It warranted nothing but a sad look and a gentle hand on her cheek before walking into the back.

What annoyed Willow was the nagging feeling in her stomach. Those nagging feelings were supposed to go away after a night of the bar. The combination of that feeling and the overall hangover made her feel like bursting into tears. She was dealing with life exactly how her mother did. What had her life become? Of course, as she got up to leave for lunch, she resisted. She told the woman where she was going and sulked out the door.

She couldn't help a quick glance across the street before her face fell into the same tired, resting bitch face she wore that morning. She walked to the closest restaurant to the flower shop, a pizza place. Although she didn't feel pariticularly hungry, she knew she had to eat. After making sure a certain someone wasn't at the same place, she sat down by the window with a slice of cheese pizza.

 

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Blake was hungry but he wanted to walk around first to try and work himself out. He couldn't help the fact that he kept looking around hoping to see Willow. He didn't know what exactly was making him feel so awful concerning the girl. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed a bit off last night, rushing into her apartment with such a hasty good night. Had he screwed up? Blake really hoped not. He didn't want to damage anything they might have. It was obvious they both liked each other, even he could see that. And he had said just be friends. So he had screwed up hadn't he?

Blake fought to keep from groaning out loud in frustration. He hated relationships, they were always so messy. The irony was great there as Blake had avoided relationships at all costs. He had been right, he was the one who would screw it up though. Blake's deep musing carried him halfway down the street before his mind abruptly pulled him from his autopilot thoughts. He pulled up short before he could collide with someone rushing along. He mumbled an apology that went unheard. Turning to look around Blake realized he had past most of the good food shops. Since he had as much time as he wanted really Blake decided to cut around again and go grab a sandwich.

It took him ten minutes of a leisurely pace to get back to where the sandwich shop was and by that time he had been told by Danny over text to pick up a pizza while he was out. Blake grunted as he shifted directions, having been about to walk into the sandwich joint. Moving away from the door of the shop Blake texted his brother back asking for the order, an affirmative that he would bring one back. After he hit send Blake looked up and sought the pizza store. Seeing the path he would take he set to walking and put his phone back in his pocket as he waited for the reply.

The group wanted two large deluxe pizzas, Blake read the text off as he entered, his attention on his phone and not tripping over the door step. As he put the order to memory Blake slid the phone into his pocket and walked up to the counter, giving the worker his order and going to stand off to the side. As he did he let his gaze wander around the room, listening to the soft background music that was playing. Blake took in the variety of faces as his glance passed through the room, and he did a double take when he recognized Willow. His heart stopped for a moment and then sped up, his face flushing unbidden. Reaching up to rub his nose, pushing his glasses out of place and up against his head, trying to avoid making eye contact but also wanting to.

 

[Truff]

Willow sat, blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes glancing to and from her seated form. Instead, she watched people pass by the restaurant through the big front window. It was a nice day out and the fact that it was nice made her feel even grumpier. She didn't want to enjoy anything, not with the fading headache and ever present nausea that plagued her body.

She slumped down in her chair and took another bite of her slice of pizza. She was so tired, she was sure she could fall asleep in her chair, pizza in hand. She put it down on the plate, a wave of nausea hitting her again. Running her hand through her hair and rubbing her dark, makeup free eyes, she once again scanned the pizza place, perhaps for Blake, perhaps for one of her friends. She wasn't sure which.

Her stomach dropped when her eyes focused on a head of bouncy curls. Of course he would be here. She looked back to her pizza and focused on the grease looked in the folds of the pepperoni. They were friends. She told them they were friends and that it was fine. It was fine. Willow was just hungover, still stinging and not in the mood to talk, that's all. She let out a slow sigh and looked back to him with tired, run down eyes.

She caught his eye and gave him a quick wave of hello before going back to her food and people watching. She would approach him later, on another day.

 

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Blake felt the awkwardness flood him again as he tentatively waved back at Willow. He jolted to attention as his order was called and he quickly grabbed the pizza and headed for the door. He halted thought, before he really reached his goal and turned to look at Willow. He was close enough to see the state she was in and he caught a frown before it could form on his face. He struggled not to mess with his glasses as the pizza box in his hands was heating holes in his palms. With an inward groan at his near future actions Blake stepped towards her, placing his box on the table closest to her.

"Hey." His voice was hesitant and he looked like a startled rabbit, his eyes alert behind his glasses. He didn't sit down, and he slipped his hands into his pockets to avoid fiddling with his glasses. He eyed her warily before opening his mouth to stumble out a question. "You okay?" He looked and sounded concerned, but inwardly he was also slightly worried for himself, in her present state she looked like she might try to beat him up. And given the odd strain on their relationship Blake wasn't so sure she might not.

 

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Willow had been staring out the window of the pizza place, resisting the urge to look back to the curly haired boy. She wasn't in the mood for feelings that afternoon. Yet, despite her lack of interest, his voice appeared. She looked to him, standing next to her table looking like he was on edge. Maybe it was what happened the night before, or maybe her current appearance.

She gave him a small smile. "Hey." She spoke in a tired tone. "I'm alright. Just tired. A little hungover." A little was a total understatement. Her pale skin, dark eyes and general look in her eye said the total opposite. Even so, she gave him a shrug. "Seriously, you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl," She gave him a signature grin.

She figured she would be over it in a day or two. Moved on to the next guy in some club or bar. She was sure Vee knew someone. With this knowledge as reassurance, she nodded to the chair across from her. "Sit if you want." was all she said. If he was nervous about her appearance, she figured he might as well see her how she was frequently.

 

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Blake swallowed his nerves as Willow responded to his presence. He highly doubted her words, but he swallowed his retorts too, unsure of how to act in this situation. Of course, he had no one to blame but himself, he had walked over here in the first place. He did as she offered and sat in the closest seat. From the angle sitting down provides Blake could make out even better the haggard look that her hang over gave her. He fought the urge to make a distraught face, feeling sick with concern.

"Big party last night?" He asked awkwardly, his voice one single hesitant breath. He could hide the awkwardness he felt though he tried. He sat stiffly with his hands crumpled together resting in front of him on the cool surface of the table. The back of his hands were clean and blank. The lack of artistic touch they usually possessed making Blake almost itch, feeling the need for the comfort of a pen and color to make it right. He instead ignored the stark emptiness on his hands and looked at Willow, a small frown of worry creasing his brow beneath the frame of his glasses. He kept wanting to say something but he didn't know what so he left his voice end at the off comment he had made when he sat down.

 

[Truff]

Willow leaned back in her chair and watched quietly as he awkwardly sat down in front of her. His stiff posture made her wonder what he was really so nervous about. When he posed his question, she stared at him for a few seconds afterward, letting the question hang in the air. He looked like as if he had something else to add. She noticed the worried look on his face and felt both guilt and anger in response. She swallowed, forced a small smile onto her face and shrugged. "I mean I suppose. Just went out with a few friends to a bar. We had fun." That part was true. Once she had gotten a decent amount of alcohol in her, they had a blast.

Her eyes slid to his hands folded up on the table in front of him. The stars and moon were washed away, but the design still remained on her upper arm and collarbone. Seeing his hands bare was strange. From day one, he always had some sort of design on his skin. She looked back to his face with green eyes. "What are you thinking?" She furrowed her brows at him. Sure, he was a pretty skittish person to begin with, but this was a little much for him. There was obviously something on his mind. Last night? She hoped not. It didn't need to be brought up again, she would just move on and it would be fine.

 

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The silence that stretched between them was maddening and Blake struggled to watch Willow. His gaze was like a hummingbird, gliding from her ear to her chin and then flitting cautiously to her red rimmed eyes before darting down to her hands, her shirt, her shoulder. He fought to keep his hands captive on the table, feeling the expanding urge to reach for his glasses make his arms ache. He looked back up at Willow as she spoke, his eyes distant under the lenses of his glasses, troubled and concerned. He knew he wasn't at all succeeding in hiding that and he knew that trying wouldn't have helped any either. So, he was not surprised when Willow got out a question, but he blinked in a subtle flinch nonetheless.

"I-" He choked on his sentence and looked at her sheepishly, almost afraid. Not exactly of her, though in her current state she was slightly worrying. He was more worried about her state of health than what harm she might do to his own though. He shut his mouth promptly before tapping his joined hands on the table before muttering out the words. "Did I do something wrong? Last night." He said, not looking at her, until the breath those words came out of his mouth in had long dispersed into the air between them. He cautiously raised his head, letting out a timid exhale through his nose, feeling a roil of emotion unwind in him. "You left in a rush and I can't help but think that I messed up. And..." Blake trailed off not knowing exactly where he was wanting this to go or even why he had wanted it to start in the first place.

 

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Willow watched as he seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say. She raised her eyebrows at him when he finally asked. "Whether or not you messed up is relative. I don't think you messed up by doing what you feel. Nothing wrong with that. But if you think you messed up..." She ended her sentence with a shrug, meeting his eyes when he finally looked up. She couldn't help but smile a little at him. "I was hurt last night but..." She shrugged again. "I'll get over it. Don't feel bad about it, please."

The last thing she wanted was for him to feel guilty for what had happened. She would tell him over and over again that she wasn't mad and that he didn't mess up in her eyes. If he messed up in his own eyes...well...that was his problem as far as she was concerned. "You're still my friend, Blake. I promise. You can't shake me that easily," She grabbed her drink and took a sip. "And we can stay that way if you want. No biggie." It was true. It wasn't a big deal. She would get over it.

(I'm sorry for the short replies!!)

 

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Blake felt his cheeks flare red and he ducked his head, staring at the table and his pale, bare hands. As he heard Willow stop talking Blake eased his vision up so he was looking at her again, feeling the heat of his cheeks become uncomfortable against the rim of his glasses. The flustered young man pressed his lips together and made a sharp but largely untranslatable motion with his head, looking perturbed and lorn.

"I...I like you, Willow." Blake stumbled over the sudden statement said with such a mixture of shy boldness that the boy himself was shocked that the words echoed back to his ears. He looked down quickly before taking another breath and adding to his words. "And I won't mind being friends but I don't want you to think it's because I don't like you, cause I do. And I don't want you to be hurt Willow." His shaky voice had quickened making him trip over his words even worse and he stopped, falling silent with a distraught cut off of his breath. He let his leg twitch under the table, hunching over a bit as he avoided eye contact as he trailed off.

//S'okay, I'm gonna be a bit behind on my lengths too.

 

[Truff]

Willow leaned back in her seat as she listened to him continue to stumble over his words. She just shook her head and let out a breath. She was becoming tired of this. The feelings, the jumbled up situation, the indecisiveness. Maybe that was why she constantly dated assholes. They were straight forward about what they wanted from her. She leaned forward to talk to him. “My life, my feelings, my hurt is none of your concern.” Her voice came out harsher than she intended it to, but she couldn’t stop. “Your job is to sort out whatever this is with your emotions.” She let out out a sigh and stood up, throwing out her food.


“I have to get back to work. Feel free to call me when this isn’t all…” She waved her hands in the air. She turned and left the restaurant. She crossed the street and started her walked back towards the flower shop. Maybe it was the craziness of the feelings or the indecisiveness, but she was beginning to get chased away. It was a waste of her time to keep a friendship that was constantly on the cusp of something more. It made for too many feelings and an awkward friendship. As far as she was concerned, he had to make up his mind or at least hide the emotions better.


<<Wooooow this is a bad reply, i'm sorry. They'll get better I promise>>

 

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//Haha, s'okay, hopefully mine will be better too. Gotta get back into the swing of things

Blake grunted in a mixture of uncharacteristic frustration and exasperated defeat. He didn't have time to speak back - not that he would have been able to say anything - as Willow was already half way out and he was still flinching from the fierceness of her words. He sat stunned for a few seconds, the bold outburst wearing away under Willow's harsh scolding. Blake let out a pained breath and rubbed the heel of his hands against his eyes, letting the pressure produce the kaleidoscope of colors as he wished vainly to undo the conversation.

After a second of this Blake raised his head, took a deep breath, and ruffled his hair anxiously before standing up and grabbing the pizzas he had been sent to get. On his way out he looked for Willow, but as his eyes searched the street he forced his focus elsewhere, a buzz of unease making him want to avoid her for a little while. She was obviously upset with him and he felt sick to his stomach for it. He spent the walk back to the parlor wondering where he had screwed up. But when he dropped the pizza off and told his brother he would be back in a bit he still had no clue how to fix it. He knew he liked Willow and he had said so, which hadn't gone over well and so he felt very tangled up about the situation.

After he had left the parlor he crossed the street, avoiding looking at the flower shop, not wanting to see Willow through a window. He kept his head down, his hands in his pockets as he aimlessly wandered the downtown area. He spent about twenty minutes wandering before making his way back towards the shops. He felt a little better but still scared of approaching Willow again, though he desperately wanted to fix things. He decided as he walked back into the tattoo parlor that he would wait a day and then talk to her. Maybe if he just let it cool off, and let his emotions (and hers) settle he could sort out what to do. And feel, and think, and say.

 

[Truff]

((omg what if Willow and Vee go out clubbing and run into Blake’s more rebellious friend (forgot his name) and end up drunkenly making out? Or maybe Blakes convinced to drink? Whichever seems better but dRaAaAmMaA!!))


Willow had made her way back to the flower shop and dropped off an individual slice of pizza to Julie before heading to the back and helping the older woman who worked there arrange bouquets. She managed to zone out and not think about the situation with Blake. It wasn’t long before it was time for her to leave. She waved goodbye to Julie, who gave her a small smile. She turned down the sidewalk, shoved her hands into her pockets and walked towards Vee’s apartment. She made a point of not looking towards the tattoo parlor. The last thing she wanted to see was his black curls.

She made it to Vee’s apartment and knocked on the door. The girl opened the door with a grin. “Hey Wills. Whats up?” Willow let out a sigh and walked in. She proceeded to tell Veronica what had happened.

“And he just…he’s indecisive and can’t make up his mind.” Willow finished.

Veronica was quiet, deciding what to say to the girl next. “Well…” She leaned back on the couch. “Either he just wants to get to know you better…which is something I know you’re not used to.” She paused, “Or you’re too much for him and it’s scaring him.” She tucked her legs under her. She didn’t say it outloud, but she believed he was good for her. Someone that was calm and would treat her right.

Willow just grunted in response. She understood the reasons her friend gave, but was grudgingly not a fan of them. “Ok. I guess. But I want to get over him.” She wouldn’t admit it, but she still had feelings that had developed way too fast for her taste. She was checking her phone too much for a text from him. “I don’t want…this complicated mess.”

 

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//Oh yes!!! No, the rebellious friend! Cause then we could see Blake mad n all that awesome stuff!! I like that idea, let's go for it! (Also i'm sorry it's taken me so long, I've been kinda stuck behind cause of school and stuff.) Actually, Dyou think we could just skip to then? Sort of don't know what to reply with atm. Also this way we can get to the fun stuff quicker

 

[Truff]

Yes skip to then! I was about to suggest that. Fun stuff is always good.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

//Alright! Sounds good!

Blake spent the evening over at Boyd's with his group, though Boyd was absent. Jake mentioned that he had decided to go with a girl to a party to which the four friends rolled their eyes and muttered various things. Boyd was the most outgoing of the group, at least in other outside circles. Grace was spontaneous too but not with anyone other than the four of the guys and Jake stayed close to any of them not being very outgoing. All in all Blake fit in perfectly. He was a little surprised though, to not have known about his best friend's plans. He decided to not bother about it though, given that he was with a girl. He wasn't likely to stay out super late either, he'd probably call one of them to come get him at around midnight or something and they'd all go round him up and drag him back here and watch him and make sure he was taken care of.

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Boyd had been talking with a girl at a party several weekends ago and had gotten her number. She was actually a girl he had known from school, which had made it fairly easy to set up. He had taken her to a local bar, one renowned for its intense atmosphere and great partying. It wasn't any later than ten-thirty that the young adult had gotten so drunk he couldn't see straight, and his brilliant green eyes had lost track of the girl he came with. He had also completely forgotten about his phone, which under normal circumstances he would have used to text Blake and tell him when he would be too out of it to make it home safely alone. Blake had demanded the first night he had been dragged along by Boyd that they get a system down for if the rebellious one wanted to go partying. Blake was like that, Boyd knew, an overly cautious and protective kid. But, given how close they were and how much Boyd loved Blake he had agreed. And the two quickly figured out how much alcohol it took to incapacitate Boyd. Unfortunately, Boyd's choice in women was as poor as could be and the one he had been with tonight had gotten him very drunk and then left him there to probably go off with some other guy. Boyd wouldn't ever really know though because he was too drunk to realize it when it happened.

 

[Truff]

It was a relatively normal Friday night for Willow and her group of friends. They met at someone's apartment and while the guys pregamed, the girls got ready in a small bathroom with 1 beer each. By that night, Willow had all but forgotten about her encounter with Blake. Vee had brought her out of her slump and back to normal. She found if she pushed it to the back of her head, it would be totally gone after a few drinks. After getting ready, they called an uber to bring them to a relatively large and busy bar/club. They didn't often go someplace to really party, but the mood that night called for it.

Once inside, it didn't take long for Willow to get drunk off fancy shots and fruity mixed drinks. Willow went back and forth, dancing and drinking. Her vision was soon shaky and motor skills slightly clumsy. She returned to the bar to order another shot. Her dress hung in white velvety material on her body. The lights made it appear a different color every few seconds and reflected off a choker with white diamond like gems on it. She wasn't sure if they were real or not and didn't question the drug dealer boyfriend who had gifted it to her a few years ago. She leaned against the bar, lightly flirting with the bartender with mischievous eyes. She glanced to the guy next to her and vaguely recognized him. She nudged him with an elbow. "Hey. I know you." She gave the guy a grin.

 

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Boyd looked drunkenly at the young woman who elbowed him and upon seeing her grinned widely. He nodded emphatically, his face flushed.

“Hiya, yeah, you’re the pretty girl!” Boyd’s robust personality became enhanced with alcohol and he smiled brightly at her, giving her a green eyed wink. He couldn’t really place her, how he knew her nagging at the back of his mind. Instead he pointed a finger at her and grinned again. “You come here often?” He asked, picking up his glass with a motion for more. He wasn’t paying attention to how much or what he was drinking. If he had any sense left he would be questioning how much he had in order to pay but he didn’t care in his current state and mood. He was too enthralled by Willow, his eyes narrowed in muted confusion as he tried to place her. Even through the confusion his eyes twinkled with mischievous flirtation.

 

[Truff]

Willow let out a laugh when he called her the 'pretty girl'. "Yes yes and you're the hot one." She watched him order another drink, and even through her drunkenness, she knew he probably didn't need any more alcohol. Her eyes met his once again. "Ah. Not really. But tonight seemed like a night to party." She did a little dance to the music bumping around them. The vibrations could be felt in her chest. She tilted her head to the side when he narrowed his eyes to study her. She enjoyed the mischief in his eyes. It matched hers. This could be someone she could have fun with.

She leaned in a little closer to him, a smirk playing on the corners of her mouth. "Come dance with me!" She let out a bubbly giggle and jumped up. She gave a tug on his arm and moved towards the mass of people dancing to a remix of some pop song.