a little dream of me {evander!}

[juliette eliza bloom]

outfit!

Juliette was not exactly sure how it was that she came to be standing in the lobby of her dorm, watching the doors for Evander to walk up. She had gone over the conversation repeatedly in her head and she really could not find where she'd given any indication that she wanted to change her pajamas, leave her dorm, and then go to what was essentially a strange boy's house. Sure, she knew Evander--but just how well did she know Evander? She'd never been to his house before and the places in which they spent time together were fairly generic--the library, restaurants, and occasionally the hobby shop. She didn't know very much about him, except that he had a cat, loved to draw and research, had a father in politics, hardly sleeps and exists on Red Bull, really liked dessert--

She chewed her lip. She supposed there was actually kind of a lot that she knew about Evander. Still, she hadn't known prior to tonight that he was a drinker and it was this information that was making her so nervous. She didn't know how drunk he actually was, but being that she had never been drunk herself, she wouldn't have known how to differentiate between levels of drunkenness even if she'd wanted to. All she knew about this was that whatever he'd imbibed had made him friendly and talkative, two things that had never come to her mind in regard to Evander. Lily had insisted this was a booty call, so now Juliette had that in her head.

Nonetheless, she had changed her pajamas, not wanting to be in a tank top, just in case. She didn't have enough self-discipline to wear both pants and a sweater in this Florida heat, so she was just wearing the same shorts. Legs weren't boobs, though, so she was less worried about them. She had a large bag with her which had taken much effort to get down and she wasn't sure that she'd be able to carry it all the way to Evander's house, but she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. Inside the bag was everything she could possibly need for the twelve or so hours that she would be away--toiletries, textbooks, three outfits so she would have options, her computer, her purse items, and slippers.

She didn't know how much of this she would actually need, but she was nervous enough without thinking that she might have forgotten something. She was chewing her lip when she saw Evander approach and she nearly bit through it, but she managed to keep her teeth under control. He was far enough away that she could touch up her lip gloss--which she had in her pocket for just this purpose--and when she was finished and glossy and had pressed her lips together to even it out, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and stepped outside.

[evander quincy rosemont]

outfit

Avery often drank while playing video games and if Avery was drinking while playing video games then the rule was that Evander had to drink too, because that was just how it worked. That was how it had worked ever since the who discovered alcohol and it did make the evenings quite enjoyable.

The thing about Evander drinking alcohol was that Tipsy Evander was really friendly, Drunk Evander was really friendly and loud, and Really Drunk Evander was sort of the life of the party. He didn't mean for any of this to occur, especially considering that if Sober Evander were to be watching Drunk Evander at the same time, Sober Evander would probably kill himself before the evening were up. Aside from evenings where he consumed alcohol, he liked to otherwise pretend this other side of him did not exist.

That particular evening he was just Tipsy Evander, so it was okay for him to interact because he was mostly just extremely friendly and more likely to do things that he would otherwise never be able to do. This was why he was now shuffling down the sidewalk in his pajamas at one in the morning on the way to pick up Juliette from her house and walk her back to Avery's house so that she could... what?

He wasn't sure exactly what he had planned for when she got there but in his mind it was as easy as giving her a beer and saying "go" but the logical side that made up most of his person and was still mostly awake was reminding him that there was no way that would be something that would happen that night. But the alcohol was muffling his usual logic enough that that didn't matter.

After about a 25 minute walk, Evander finally approached and saw Juliette waiting outside.

"Hi there!" He said cheerfully. "I'm glad to see you! That's a cute owl! I'd name it Lars."

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[juliette eliza bloom]

It was an understatement to say that Juliette was wary about Evander being drunk. Though she knew that plenty of her friends did drink, she also knew when this happened and had become good at avoiding situations in which there would be drunk people. She had seen people drunk before, of course, and she'd even seen her brother drunk before, but she'd never had such close contact and she wasn't really sure what to do.

When he walked up, he looked normal enough--he wasn't swaying or talking to the sidewalk or anything weird--so that made Juliette feel a little more comfortable. She smiled and waved, clutching her bag so hard, her knuckles turned white. When he arrived and started talking, it was just like he'd been on the phone--friendly and talkative, the complete opposite of the Evander she knew.

"Hi!" she said, smiling like a parent having a conversation with their small child. It became clear[ish] that she was going to end up treating Evander like a sick patient spewing nonsense. "Would you?" she asked, looking down at her sweater. It was one of her favorites and she had never thought to name the owl on it. "I could call him Lars. It seems like more of a bodyguard name to me, though."

She smiled and then pointed toward the direction from which he'd come. "Should we walk?"