if arlo’s book collection, journals and laptop files full of short stories he’s written are anything to go off of, he’s a surprisingly intellectual, generally smart guy. so, why has he been sat here for the past four hours in the campus library, writing an assignment in its entirety that was set two weeks ago, the night of its midnight deadline ?? his booksmarts and creativity definitely don’t equate to common sense.
when he catches a glimpse of the other, weaving through desks and making their way out of the library— he’s just completed it, saved the file and is in the process of waiting for it to finish uploading. good timing. “ oi, ” arlo commands, ever-so-foreign mancunian accent which sticks out like a sore thumb breaking the quiet ambiance of the room and garnering an irritated look from the librarian. “ you best have somethin’ fun for us to do right now ‘cos i seriously need it right now, ” he yawns, finally able to shut his laptop away into his backpack. getting up and slinging it over his shoulder. “ made sure to turn that thing in with a few hours to spare so i can spend the rest of the night doing whatever. where ya’ headed ?? please say it’s somewhere where i can get an ice cold beer. ”
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📍 harry’s bar & grill .
“ we’re closed . ” the brown haired boy uttered loud enough for whoever came in harry’s bar & grill as the clock struck twelve . he hadn’t looked up from the important task at hand , wiping down the tables leaving them spotless . their busboy had quit this morning which meant the staff were in way over their heads & tate ended up closing alone .
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