For Tony, university has been an experience, sure he's a bit younger than the other students and a bit smarter than most of them, and sure he's got a lot of work on his plate with all the electives he's piled on, but nobody here knows him. Sure he's still being followed around by the shadow of his father, but here he can use it, it gets him invited to parties (as does the money he can offer up for booze) and girls actually talk to him! ...They usually stop talking to him pretty quickly, but it's still a hell of a lot further than he ever got in high school. Keeping up with his classes was easy enough, which left him plenty of time for partying.
He's still working on the reinvention that everybody seems to be going through, polishing his flirtations and trying that air of aloofness that he hasn't quite mastered yet, but feels like something he wants to aim for. He's not quite comfortable in his own skin the way he wants to be, but he's starting to get there.
It's at one of those parties he's so fond of that he spots Inara. He recognises her, of course, everybody does, but while other people might sidle up close for her contacts or influence, he immediately sees a kindred spirit. So he wanders over, ready to practice his debonair persona.
"Inara, right? Can I get you a drink?" he waves the cup in his own hand. Plastic, and bright red, unfortunately, but it's got alcohol in it at least.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2016-07-12 12:44 pm (UTC)For Tony, university has been an experience, sure he's a bit younger than the other students and a bit smarter than most of them, and sure he's got a lot of work on his plate with all the electives he's piled on, but nobody here knows him. Sure he's still being followed around by the shadow of his father, but here he can use it, it gets him invited to parties (as does the money he can offer up for booze) and girls actually talk to him! ...They usually stop talking to him pretty quickly, but it's still a hell of a lot further than he ever got in high school. Keeping up with his classes was easy enough, which left him plenty of time for partying.
He's still working on the reinvention that everybody seems to be going through, polishing his flirtations and trying that air of aloofness that he hasn't quite mastered yet, but feels like something he wants to aim for. He's not quite comfortable in his own skin the way he wants to be, but he's starting to get there.
It's at one of those parties he's so fond of that he spots Inara. He recognises her, of course, everybody does, but while other people might sidle up close for her contacts or influence, he immediately sees a kindred spirit. So he wanders over, ready to practice his debonair persona.
"Inara, right? Can I get you a drink?" he waves the cup in his own hand. Plastic, and bright red, unfortunately, but it's got alcohol in it at least.