white is red .

[august de witte]

He zones out a little when she begins to harp on about gender roles. The rude boy that he is can't help but roll his eyes and turn to his drink, spilling away at the golden liquid. He feels warm and his tongue feels numb, he can tell he's leaning over the cliff of drunkenness and puts the drink down - too aware to get shitfaced so quickly. "Yea, I'm sure you get laid. Clearly not well enough. Do you Tinder? I've never but I heard it's good for a better fuck than the one you're getting. You should ride that horse," he comments a little callously. His phone is going off like crazy in his back pocket. One from Teddi, who is giving him a hard time for being out when they're away from each other. Ironic that he's just claimed the opposite to Ava. "I don't think anyone decided gingerbread for was for girls? Have you heard of a guy called the Gingerbread Man? You're an amateur feminist, Ava. I think you and my girlfriend would get along, you're pretty similar." He reaches into his pocket and lays his wallet and phone on the table. Twenty texts from Nick, five from Dora, and one from Corinne.. about one hundred fifty in their 'family' chat. August ignores them, and puts the phone back in his pocket. He fishes a couple of twenties from his wallet, "sew lucky. We're not leaving, I'm just prepping the change."