[OPEN] come back and sit right down.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe smirked at his comment. He usually got reactions to his car. He sucked on his straw, then put his cup back into his lap. "Yeah, it'll do." He teased, waiting for the roof to go down. He rubbed his nose, taking another sip of his malt. "I'd take you for a ride, but that would involve you having to hold my cup."

He pulled out of his parking spot, then out on the road, and was up to a little over sixty in the blink of an eye. "So, where we going?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked at the comment, glanced out the window. When asked where to go, his eyebrows furrowed and he bit his tongue in brief thought before offering the address and apartment number. "Uhhhh," He complained. "I don't wamt to fuckin' unpack."

[monroe owen hughes]

"Then.. don't fucking unpack." He said simply, picking up his malt as he shifted gears. He let off the gas, checking to make sure there was no one behind him before he made an impromptu u-turn in the middle of the road, then a sharp right. He wrinkled put his cup back between his legs, chewing on his lip. Something made him want to stop the car and refuse to let him leave, and something else made him want to kick him out of the car as soon as they got there.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain huffed. Almost twenty four hours of no sleep. He'd gone off of less though. "I'll probably raid the fridge and get shitfaced," He admitted. he doubted Skylar would be home, wondered if Adaleah would be back from her swim late. Not that t was late in the day. She was probably still asleep, it was only a little past noon, if that.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just nodded. "I'm probably... going to go to bed. But I have school at three in the morning, too." He shrugged, pulling into the parking lot. He stopped close to his, and put the car into park. He stretched, raising his hands above his head before he took a long drink of his malt.

"Well, have fun with that, I guess." He leaned over, groaning when he realized he had to go get gas.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"I guess," Zain mumbled, shrugging. "Not like I have anything better to do with my life," He muttered under his breath. He reached out, ruffling Monroe's hair tauntingly, smirk playful. "Thanks for the welcoming party," He teased, opening the door and pulling himself from the car.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just fixed his hair, pushing the button for the radio. He turned it down, looking over at Zain. But that apathy was back, and he felt what he felt for Luc- absolutely nothing. He was a fuck, that's all it really came down to. "I'm always a party. Minus the booze. But hey, a party's a party." He said with a shrug.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Yeah. See you around, Monroe." He murmured, flicked a paper at him with his number. There wasn't anything else, just number. "Lemme know if you ever want another go at it." But without waiting for a reply, he headed towards the downstairs apartment, pounded on the door. "Leahhhh lemme in."
The blonde opened the door and he hugged her tight untill she squeeked, squirming away and heading inside with him following at her heels.