the fall from grace was the hardest part (open)

[evan michael griffin]

A bitter taste of something subsided in Evan’s mouth as he laid there, on his bed, waiting desperately for the sound of his uncle’s car to leave the drive way. He was late. It was 5:01pm and he still hadn’t left for his Friday night drinks. It was then that he heard a crash from downstairs and a shiver ran up his spine, knowing that his brother had probably been struck, but he still waited before he moved. He brought a water bottle to his mouth as he stalked forward towards his bedroom window, peering down it to see an angry Noah storming towards his car. Something had definitely gone wrong. He swallowed tightly as he watched him, flinching when he saw the gaze return and he stepped back, watching now from a little bit of distance. It was dark in his room, so his uncle didn’t bother peering up any longer and it wasn’t but moments later that his silver piece of shit pulled out of the drive way and down the road. Evan was overwhelmed with relief when he was gone, and the first thing he did was unlock his bedroom door and trample down the stairs. He went into the kitchen after there was no sign of Ryan in the living room, and there he found him, holding a pack of ice to his eye.

“Are you alright?” He asked, strutting forward quickly and taking the ice from Ryan’s eye for a brief moment to see the already swelling piece of work his uncle had left for him. His brother nodded, weakly but he waved it off all the same. “I’m going to be fine. Also, I’m going out.” Before Evan could even check for some other kind of bruise—which he know would exist— Ryan was already up the stairs, and out of sight. He sighed a little himself, knowing that he also was going out and didn’t have much room to judge on the basis of their uncle being angry if he returned and they weren’t present. Likely he’d be back, but you never knew. He picked up his hoodie and slipped it on his torso, walking out the door as he zipped it up and jiggled his keys out of it. His brother and him shared a piece of shit Jeep, and since Ryan was still in the process of having an actual license, he had most to all full dictation of who had it when. Ryan did say he was going out, but that usually meant someone was just going to pick him up and it wasn’t like he could drive alone very far anyways. He hopped in the Jeep and ignited the engine, turning the radio on to a loud volume as he pulled out and then drove down and out of the neighborhoods.

He wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do with his night, but right now he just wanted a goddamn coffee. Evan parked the car, locking it and tucking his keys in his pockets as he approached the door of the café and made a bee line to the counter. It was empty, surprisingly enough, but he assumed it was a bad hour to be a café for most people, anyways. He was sure they’d come rushing in soon enough. He ordered a plain latte and waited in the designated spot, paying for it and then nodding a thank you to the cashier. He sipped out of the drink as he walked to an empty two-person table and took a seat, closing his eyes and tuning out everything around him.


WORD COUNT: 602
TAGGED: open!
OUTFIT: outfit
NOTES: first evan post yay~

[cassadee elizabeth caffery]

It was difficult for a twenty-four year old to keep a classroom full of eight year olds under control. She went back to her small apartment after school and just plopped down on her bed without taking her shoes off. Her small coorgi puppy, Yoshi, came over and licked her hand that was hanging off the side of her bed. Cassie flailed her feet around until the black heels came off her feet. She lifted her head up to check the time; four in the afternoon. She slammed her head into her pillow and let out a rather loud groan; she had so much work to grade and so much stuff to do concerning her students. More lesson plans to figure out and what not. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go get some coffee or something and figure this whole thing out. However, the attire she was wearing, she was not going to wear to the coffee shop. Sliding out of bed, she quickly changed into something more comforatable.

Sliding her shoes on, she began to trip and fall, almost catching herself on the nearby couch in the living room. Luckily for her though, she fell on her back and not her face. Yoshi came over and hopped on her, beginning to lick her face. She eventually got the small dog off of her chest and tied her shoes so she wouldn't fall once again. Cassie quickly got her keys and wallet and left, making sure that Yoshi had food and water since it was about that time anyways. The red head climbed into her junky blue car and quickly drove off to the coffee shop. The drive there took about five or seven minutes, a few good songs popped on the radio. The girl probably looked ridiculous to other people, jamming out in her crappy little Honda, pounding on her steering wheel with her hands, acting out the drum parts in the songs.

She pulled into an empty parking spot, quickly getting out of the car. The small coffee shop was a ghost town, but then again, it was the middle of the week and no one really got coffee at night unless they had finals to study for. Or a lesson plan to make. The cashier asked what she wanted, and she just asked for a black coffee. Once she paid and was given her coffee, she looked around to find multiple open spots, but only two or three people. She spotted a guy at a two person table that looked lonely. She made her way over to the guy and stood across from him, not wanting to sit down if he was waiting for someone. "Hey," she began, "Do you mind if I would take a seat right here?" She set the cup of coffee down on the table, but still stood up. The guy was cute, in some adorable way or another. He seemed to probably be a few years younger than she. Cassie didn't mind making friends with someone who was younger, she was just a friendly face who would listen.

tagged: evan
outfit: click!
notes: hai :3[/size]

[evan michael griffin]

Getting lost in his thoughts seemed to be something Evan was guilty of on a daily or hourly basis, even. For someone who talked so little, a lot sure went through his head. He supposed that was how most quiet people were though; it only made sense. The words had to be somewhere if they weren’t coming out of their mouths. Evan pressed the cup up to his lips and took a long sip as he looked out the window; watching as people walked by and some drove, or rode their bikes. After moments it became less of a watching game and more of a place to rest his idle eyes as he went over the things he needed to do when he got home, double and triple checking the mental list. Most of what he needed to remember was just chores that he always did, but there were a few assignments as well that were due on Monday and he’d do well not to procrastinate with. He wanted his Saturday free to maybe go get drunk with some of his friends, or even raid his uncle’s liquor cabinet and hit it all by himself. He didn’t mind drinking alone, but it was always a lot more fun with a buddy.

Evan snapped back to reality at the sound of the bell ringing to signal that someone had walked in, but he kept his eyes out the window as he sipped at his coffee, which was slowly disappearing as the minutes went on. It was still warm, thankfully, so it didn’t do much harm that he was such a slow drinker. He didn’t understand how someone could actually down a coffee like some people could; wasn’t that a lot of caffeine to be taking in so fast? Maybe he was just weird about it – who knew. He personally liked to enjoy the flavor and make it last as long as he could. He could hear an older, but not by much woman ordering at the counter and a few other people talking to each other, but the coffee shop was overall just very quiet. The less he thought about things, the more eerie it seemed. At least he was used to this kind of silence. His eyes averted from the window to in front of him and on the same woman who he’d heard ordering and he sat up, putting a more polite rather than blank look in his expression and giving her a smile. It wasn’t a wide or toothy grin, but it was welcoming nonetheless. “Oh, sure, go ahead.” he said, nodding his head and watching her as she joined him. His voice was somewhat quiet, but it was loud enough that she should’ve been able to hear him. He placed his coffee on the table and extended his hand to be shaken before saying, “I’m Evan.”


WORD COUNT: 479
TAGGED: cassie c:
OUTFIT: outfit
NOTES: thanks for taking it <3

[cassadee elizabeth caffery]

Personally, she enjoyed a big group of friends around her and to keep her company. Yoshi kept her pretty good company, but after about five minutes of talking to a dog, well, it got kind of boring; and quite sad actually. She tended to always leave that part out when describing herself to other people, or trying to anyways. It was hard to tell people about yourself with such short notice. It was awkward and Cassie just hated to do it. She waited for another moment until the guy said that she could go ahead and sit down. She smiled, "Thanks." She slid into the seat and took a sip of her coffee. Once she set the coffee down, the guy held his hand out. She took it and he said his name is Evan, "I'm Cassie. Nice to meet you Evan." After another second or two, she released his hand and set both hands in her lap. She took another sip, but this time, Cassie kind of looked this guy over. This Evan guy seemed quiet, not scared, but something along the lines of that word.

She set the drink back down and looked up at him, "So, Evan, what do you do? Are you in college or...?" Her words trailed off and faded quickly. She wasn't sure what to say or try to do with this guy. She didn't want to scare him away by saying the wrong thing to him. Evan seemed jumpier than other guys she had ever met. "I'm a third grade school teacher," she said with some sort of contentment in her voice. People usually enjoyed teaching jobs, especially for younger children because they were easier to work with than older kids. However, she felt that younger kids were harder to work with; just because they were hard to control. She looked around the coffee shop, some more people had come in, most looked like college kids. "What do you like to do? Like, hobbies and whatnot." Small talk was good in most cases. With this Evan guy, it seemed that's all she was about to get out of him; just short sentences and phrases.

tagged: evan
outfit: click!
notes: sorry it's a bit shorter.[/size]