lectures and barfights (ADDISON)

[SILAS SCHMIDT]

The teenager at the bar swallowed his Jägerbomb and looked around the club. Today would have been his dad's 55th birthday. But it wasn't, because Matthew Schmidt was gone. Silas never talked about his dad, but he felt the pain, especially today. He had decided to numb his mind to everything. His head was already swimming from the alcohol he had ingested earlier, but he tried to look in control as the bartender looked at him suspiciously. Silas glanced to his left and grinned at a pretty blonde who smiled back and fluttered her eyelashes. Before he could get up, the bartender had rounded up a friend.

"Hey, kid. Let's see some ID."

Silas rolled his eyes and gave the two adults a some-what charming smile.

"Come on, fellas. The other guy has been serving me drinks for two hours. He checked me."

"No, he didn't. He's new here. But now I'm the one serving drinks and I want to see your ID."

Taking a deep breath, Silas pulled his wallet out and handed over his license. The bartender made a sound that could only be described as irritation and he handed back Silas' ID.

"You're barely old enough to sell this shit, let alone buy it. Get out of here."

Clearly, the alcohol in his system was working because Silas frowned and exclaimed.

"You can't kick me out!"

"Watch me, kid. Get the hell out. I don't wanna see your face here again."

The bouncer came and lead Silas out of the club doors. He stood in front of the establishment for a few moments before proceeding to annoy the masses.

A few very racist names later, Silas was being shoved to the ground, scraping his forehead on the pavement. He got up and had a few good punches before getting hit in the eye. His lip was split soon after. Sneering, Silas kept the fight up, putting all his aggression into beating up this other guy. It wasn't long before both guys looked a mess and Silas was running out of energy. His opponent shoved him hard and Silas fell back off the curb.

His vision blurred but something caught his eye. It was a familiar looking girl, but with the way his mind was sloshing about, her name escaped him.

"Oops"

[ADDISON ROWE]

Sometimes Addison Rowe just needed to get out of her little dorm, away from the stress of school, and the petty drama that seemed to follow teenagers around. Sometimes she just needed to breathe and think and clear her head, and she’d discovered that the best way to do that was to walk. It’d happened a couple of times – her realizing that wandering around the city had helped her to process things more clearly. She’d learned that it didn’t matter where she walked, either; just so long as she was away from the things that normally addled her brain.

One other thing she realized came with these clarity walks was muse. And with that muse came ideas for stories, and pages to be written later, and that feeling of utter success once finished. It was because of that that she went out as often as she could on her city walks, bringing a notepad with her to jot down whatever it was that would strike her that day. Sometimes it was cute coffee shops, or expensive boutiques, or a mother and her son. It was anything and everything.

It was why she was out today, bright and not-so-early (it was late afternoon by the time she finally left). A notepad and pen tucked into her back pocket, and one of her more comfortable and colorful pairs of shoes on, Addison Rowe was out on a mission. She wanted to find an idea that she’d never had. And sure, this was New York City. It really couldn’t be that difficult. However, the longer she meandered, the less interesting things she found. And the longer she tried, the later and colder it got. And she was without a sweater. Long sleeves only did so much, and if those long sleeves were made of lace…? Well, it was perfectly understandable as to why she was shivering right now, despite it having been such a warm Spring day.

Addison was on her way back to Baum for a hot cup of tea and a nice book when she finally did come across something out of the ordinary. Well, out of the ordinary for her. It might have been normal for other people who lived in this area to see somebody get kicked out of a club. It’d been a bit of a shock to Addison, rounding a corner and seeing not so far down the street some poor kid getting beat up by who she could assume worked at the club.

Taking off at a run down the rest of the sidewalk, Addison found herself reaching the boy just as he fell from the curb. Biting back some very nasty things she’d like to say to the bouncers, Addison knelt beside th – wait. She knew him. Rocking back on her feet, Addison couldn’t help but to narrow her eyes at him. “Silas Schmidt. What on Earth are you doing here for?” She could only hope that it wasn’t weird to scold a classmate by their full name (of course it was, she thought, it wasn’t like she was his mother… then again, everybody knew how maternal she could be). Not giving him much time to answer, Addison slowly managed to pull him to his feet, keeping an arm wrapped around Silas should he stumble (while trying not to cringe at all the blood). “I suppose I’ll just get you home safely, then.” As if he had any choice in the world whether or not she took him back to Baum. It’s nearly impossible to stop Addison once she’s gone into full on mother mode.

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[SILAS SCHMIDT]

The girls's face swam above him and Silas had to close his eyes to stop from becoming dizzy. He tried to place the girl in his mind, and it took a while to remember Tyler pointing out this girl on campus. He'd met her maybe a few times, briefly, but she was the studious type, not Silas' cup of tea. If she ever had a desire to be daring, however, he'd be more than happy to assist.
He heard his name muttered in what his brain registered to be slight exasperation. Ahhh.. Addison. The mom of the group.

She pulled him to his feet and he groaned loudly, swaying on the spot. Addison held onto him gingerly but he pushed her out of the way roughly. For once in his life, he wasn't trying to be a jerk, but he was trying to spare her, for no sooner had he pushed her back, than he had leaned back over the curb and emptied the contents of his stomach. A bit of the pressure in his head was relieved as the swirling alcohol made it's way back up his throat and onto the concrete.

He finished retching up his expensive drinks and held onto a parking meter for support. Silas wiped sweat from his brow and got a handful of blood as well. He glanced at Addison and scowled, aggravated to be put in this position, made to appear weak in front of someone he barely knew.

"What are YOU doing here? Come to have some drinks?"

He meant to make it a joke, but realized too late that he probably looked much too pitiful for that. Not to mention that vomiting alcohol onto the street hardly made someone wish for a shot. Silas took a deep breath and tried to grin at her.

[ADDISON ROWE]

Oh, this was absolutely ridiculous. Addison had half a mind to blame Tyler for this. It was in no way his fault, but he had mentioned Silas to her, at least once and very briefly. Not to mention, gossip spreads like wildfire through a high school, and anything and everything can be considered worthy of sharing if the week is boring enough. Silas rocked and she adjusted to the movement so as not to go tumbling down onto the pavement. She’d hardly had a second to gain her balance when he pushed her back.

Stumbling as he shoved her away, Addison opened her mouth to snap at him for being so rude when she was only trying to help when he tilted forward and threw up right there on the curb. Making a disgusted sort of noise, Addison turned away and covered her ears. And people asked her why she wasn’t into the whole drinking scene. The better question had to be why anybody would want to be in exactly the same situation Silas Schmidt was in right now. Lowering her hands, Addison looked back at him and found that he was glaring at her.

He was glaring at her.

Returning the look with a steely gaze of her own, Addison Rowe put her hands on her hips and considered seriously for a minute how worth it it was to help him back to the school. “Yes, that’s exactly why I’m here.

” Having meant to respond in a tone positively dripping with sarcasm, Addison was surprised by how serious she sounded. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. “What, a girl can’t walk around New York without being questioned about it every corner she turns?[/color]” (The sarcasm on that one was much better.)

Addison took a hesitant step closer, holding her hands up to appear as peaceful as possible. “Seriously, though.[/color]” It was almost enough to say. Like he needed an actual explanation as to why she was here, or why she was helping him. She’d already said she’d get him back to Baum, hadn’t she? And he had to know that she was the type to interfere and assist (even when not wanted) because if Tyler told Silas anything about who she was, he wouldn’t have skipped out on that. “Should I just leave you here, or?[/color]”

(Or, because he could bet money that she wasn’t leaving him here, no matter how rude he was about it).
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[SILAS SCHMIDT]

Silas, even in his alcohol-addled state, could tell that Addison wasn't up for his antics this evening. He couldn't exactly blame her. He had almost puked on her, after all.

"Look, I don't need you, okay? Go be Mommy for someone else. I'm just fine all by myself."

Somehow, that lie sounded much, much more convincing when he was sober. Right now, it now toed the line of pitiful. Drunk Silas was taking on the characteristics of a wounded puppy, and the part of his brain that tried to tell him to man up was unable to be heard over the rush of alcohol.

Staring at Addison, he couldn't help glaring. Who the hell did she think she was? As if she actually cared. She didn't know what had happened to him, she couldn't judge his actions as dumb and irresponsible. Even though it felt rather wonderful to be held for the few seconds that she had to help him up. He hadn't been physically close to anyone who cared in a very long time. He hadn't warned his family before he took off for New York. Silas hadn't even hugged his mother after the funeral. An extremely social guy had turned into an introvert, wearing a mask of sorts. Oh, sure, he pretended that partying was all he ever wanted, but the mental eraser that drinks presented was his real goal. He wanted to forget all about the past couple years. Undo everything.

She looked a little peeved, but there was almost an aura of compassion surrounding her that made Silas want to either recoil or fall into it or both. She held up her hands and stepped closer. It would be so easy to close the gap and just let her take care of him for a while. No.. No, he could take care of himself.

To Silas' complete horror, he found his eyes full of tears and he turned away from her, stumbling down the street, heading in the wrong direction.

"Do what you want. It's not like I care, so I don't know why you do."