Locked Out;

[Andrew Oliver;]

♥ reserved because Hurgy claimed the first Andrew post

Andrew was out of Johnnie Walker Black, which was something short of a tragedy. The young man had lived just outside Glasgow the majority of his life, so it was only natural that he had a love for only the best Scotch. It wasn’t too late – just past 9:30 – and there was never anything on TV on Monday nights anyway, so it was a perfect night to replace the bottle that was a permanent fixture on his desk with a new, heavier one.

It was winter, which meant that that roads were icy, which only gave Andrew an excuse, as if he needed one, to take out his favorite car (the Audi was currently chilling in Miami with the real love of his life, his boat). He managed to parallel park the massive vehicle across the street from one of the liquor stores downtown, hopped out, and disappeared into the store. A few minutes later, after a flash of a fake ID and perfected grin, the Scot emerged from the store, brown paper bag in hand. It was freezing, and as Andrew crossed the street again, he wished that he had worn more than just a t-shirt under his Burberry coat.

Wanting to just hop in the car and crank up the heat (maybe blast some Jay-Z too), he hurried the last few steps to the Hummer and reached into his coat pocket to pull out his keys… except he came out empty handed. He tried the other pocket, but the only thing he found was a Dunkin Donuts coffee receipt from this morning. Andrew tried to open the driver’s side door, hoping that maybe he forgot to lock the door, but of course it didn’t budge.

“Are you fucking serious?” he muttered, pulling at the door handle a few more times as if it was magically going to open. When it obviously didn’t work, he brought his hands up to the glass and looked through the tinted windows, and of course his keys were sitting right in the ignition.

He couldn’t even call Draco to tell him to bring him his spare set of keys because his Blackberry was sitting right there on the passenger seat. Plus, even if he had his phone on him, it wasn’t like Draco would get his ass off the couch. It was Monday night, and The Hills season finale would be staring any minute.

He was stranded. Stuck in the middle of downtown St. Louis in the freezing fucking cold. Andrew gave the handle one last hopeless try before he gave up and just leaned against the side of the car, arms crossed frustratingly across his chest. It was only a matter of minutes before he twisted off the cap of the bottle in his hand and took a few generous swigs. He had to stay warm somehow.

[Elliot is on the edge.]

"Hey hey good lookin'."
Elliot couldn't keep the smile out of her voice as she leaned on the hood of Andrew's hummer, speaking to his back with hands curled somewhere near each other to starve off the cold and her boot heels pressed into the curb. Her blonde ringlets fell around her like a curtain and as the wind began to pick up, she pulled the hood of her dress up and over her ears, trying to fight off the urge to shiver.

The Almasian was in town to do some last minute Christmas shopping, and had spent the last hour or so wandering aimlessly, trying to figure out what to get Eiji, and she was more or less still completely stumped. She suspected this to be because she hadn't the faintest what to get for someone who already had everything.

After zoning out to a snowy display window full of digital cameras for nearly ten minutes, the blonde had finally decided to admit defeat and try another night. It was upon heading for her car that she had spotted Andrew slumped against his massive vehicle, looking a touch more dejected than anyone should during the Holidays, never mind how Elliot honestly hated Christmas and was rarely full of cheer while enduring them.

"What's a cute thing like you, doing in a place like this?"


[soz bby D:]

[Andrew Oliver;]

Andrew had been reading the back label of his newly purchased scotch instead of trying to figure out a way to get into his car when he heard someone talking to him. ‘Hey hey good lookin' His first thought was that it was some prostitute looking for some quick cash, not because Elliot looked like a prostitute or anything like that, but because he wasn’t really a fan of the Gateway City and had the bad habit of assuming the worst of its inhabitants. But then when he actually turned and found that it was Elliot, a slow smile crept to the boy’s face.

“I could ask you the same thing, Prufrock” he greeted, purposely avoiding her question. Who wanted to admit that they locked their keys and their phone in their car, especially to Elliot? She’d make fun of him for a week, he knew it. He’d have to tell her soon, because who honestly just hung out in the cold outside their car by themselves on a Monday night, but he figured he could at least salvage his pride for a more minutes.

Andrew capped off the bottle and pushed off the side of the vehicle. He slowly wandered over to where Elliot stood at the front of the car and set the Johnny Walker down on the hood. Elliot Davis. Andrew had always liked the girl, even from the moment that she had ploughed into him in London last summer, and even though she was on a Lithium high. Especially because she was on a Lithium high, maybe. She was honest, sarcastic, and damn did that girl no how to party...

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” he teased, anything to put off explaining why he was just chilling by himself at night. Of course he knew that it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet, and Elliot was never in bed by then.

[Elliot is on the edge.]

"You're so clever," she teased with the most good-natured smile, referring to his nickname. Elliot had always liked Andrew, probably because it was hard to find a reason not to adore the boy. Gorgeous and clever with excellent taste and damn, did that boy know how to party, he was quite the catch. She imagined they must have been twins in a past life, but at the same time she tried to keep this thought at bay because it made it terribly awkward every time she slipped up and found herself checking out the boy - which was more often then she would have cared to admit.

The pretty blonde smiled up at Andrew as he leaned against the hood before her, looking up to his usual state of charm and nonchalance.

"Not even close cowboy."
She winked, reaching up to draw the hood back from her face and let her blonde ringlets loose, already loosing patience with the dress. It was, for all intents and purposes, freezing out here and she didn't even have pants on - typical Elliot. In her defense, the Almasian hadn't planned on staying out this late, and upon leaving the school, a dress, peacoat and scarf had been more than enough to banish the chill. In fact, it had been cozy enough that she had banished the wool coat to her car, which was now four blocks away and overall, something she was regretting terribly.

"But you're avoiding my question," she smiled once more, looking more feline than anything, "what are you doing out here, in this bloody terrible weather, all by your lonesome?" She tapped the hood of his car with one of her knuckles, always careful. Draco had more cars than brain cells and she had gotten accustomed to being outrageously cautious around all of them. Rich boys and their toys, it was ridiculous.

"I mean, if you want to be alone, I totally understand," Elliot stepped back, as if she was going to leave Andrew and head back to her car, though they both knew that just wasn't the case.

[Andrew Oliver;]

Andrew knew that it would only be a matter of time before Elliot made him cut the crap and fess up as to why he was still hanging around outside. The young man chuckled as she stared at him accusingly. He might as well just come clean now, because, even though she acted as though she was going to leave, Andrew knew she wasn’t going to go without an answer. Elliot Davis was a lot of things, and persistent was definitely one of them. That girl definitely knew how to get what she wanted, and from what he had heard about her sister, it must have run in the family.

“Alright, I locked my keys in the car,” he finally admitted. He hung his head as if he was ashamed, but that perfected smirk still lingered on his lips. “And my phone, too,” he added, as if just the keys weren’t bad enough.

He could have come up with some elaborate excuse as to why his keys were inside the nice, warm car and he was stuck outside in the twenty degree weather, but there was really no point in lying to Elliot. Plus, he couldn’t come up with any logical reason for locking your keys in your car besides being an idiot.

He looked up from the pavement and back up to Elliot. “Pretty stupid, right?”

[Elliot is on the edge.]

She didn't say anything for a long moment, simply let her smile curls upwards, touching every feature on her face and bringing light into her eyes. Poor boy, she thought in retrospect, but at the same time, it was a stupid enough move, and as much as she adored Andrew, she couldn't help but giggle at his misfortune.

"You're an idiot," but she was smiling, as the blonde turned to the car and peered in through the windshield of his Hummer, sure enough, there sat the boy's keys as well as his Blackberry. Wordlessly, she reached into the front pocket of her sweater-dress, planning on calling Draco because she knew there had to be a spare at the house, but she stopped a second later, putting the Sidekick right back in her pocket with a sudden thought.

"Oh, The Hills is on tonight, isn't it?" she realized, just as the boy before her had earlier, that there was no way Draco was moving from the Penthouse couch tonight; sometimes, there were fleeting moments when she was terribly disgusted with her best friend. He surely did have his useless days, and they usually corresponded with how much Lauren Conrad was on TV on that particular corner of the calendar.

"Well, looks likes you're going to freeze to death out here, sorry kid." Elliot teased him lightly, leaning against the hood of the car once more as she smiled up at the boy. "Or," she paused, touching her smile with her index finger, "I could give you a ride back to the house since I'm headed there anyway." Eiji was out with Eve and Kaylen, as far as she could recall, but she had been planning on heading to the Penthouse anyway to wait for them; besides, anything was better than going back to the school.

"But of course that means you're going to have to share," she gestured lazily to the bottle in his hand with a smirk to mirror his own. "once we reach our final destination."

[Andrew Oliver;]

Andrew was surprised that Elliot didn’t rag on him more than she did. Sure, she called him an idiot, but only an idiot would lock his keys in the car, so he deserved that one, and had expected it. He could take that level of abuse.

The Scot raised his eyebrows when Elliot offered him a ride back to the house. He hated owing people favors, but it was just so damn cold outside, and the warmth of any car sounded great right now. Plus, the sooner he got back to the house and got his spare keys, the sooner he could get back to the Hummer, which meant less of a chance for someone to break into the oversized vehicle and grab the keys out of the ignition and take off.

“Elliot Davis, you’re a life saver,” he told her, accepting her offer. His eyes trailed to the bottle and then back to the blonde beside him. “Shit, if sharing with you means getting my car out of here, you’ve got a deal.”

[Elliot is on the edge.]

"Well, I've got a sore spot for damsel's in distress, I must admit." She winked, and broke a second later with laughter, gigging as she pushed away from the Hummer and stepped back onto the curb, her boots crunching the thin layer of slush that had built up the previous night.

"I'm parked a few blocks down," she added, motioning somewhere down the street before them. Her little BMW was hugging the curb outside some nondescript antique store on another block, but it was hardly a two minute walk. Stuffing her frigid hands in the pocket of her dress, the blonde began down the sidewalk, waiting for Andrew to fall into step with her.

"So, how's life been?" They hadn't talked much lately, despite how they were practically living together by now, because Draco had finally talked the boy into moving into the Penthouse so he had someone to keep him entertained, and Elliot rarely slept at school, having found all of her favorite things and people in one comfortable place with hardly a reason to leave it. She missed him enough, and Andrew certainly lived one of those lives worth hearing about.

i phail.

[Andrew Oliver;]

Ugh, a month and a half later. Sorry =[ I totally understand if you want to just kill this thread…


Andrew wasted absolutely no time following Elliot. She was one of those people who knew how to carry on a conversation, and unlike a lot of the people he knew, she was packed with intellect, which was something Andrew could definitely appreciate.

“Life has been…” he began, taking a moment to find the right word. “Boring. It’s the same shit over and over again. Wake up in the afternoon, find out that one of Draco’s bastard dogs chewed something of mine, sit around and do nothing, go out and throw back a drink or three, and that’s it. It’s so fucking boring, Elliot. I need something new.”

He left out the part about the random girls he brought home every now and then because he doubted that it was something Elliot would really want to hear about. Not that she probably didn’t see him secretly, and most likely unsuccessfully trying to sneak some girl up to his room every once and a while, but he figured he’s be a gentleman and spare her the details.

“But I’m boring,” he shrugged. Although it wasn’t necessarily true and that a lot of people would kill to live the lives that he and his friends did, he thought it was. “What about you? Anything going on in that stupid school of yours? Well, not that you would know anyway since you’re never there.”

[Elliot is on the edge.]

it's okay, srsly (: I don't want to cancel it, but I totally understand if you want to. i suggested before that maybe we could skip to them drinking at the Penthouse, if you think that'll be more interesting?
ps: i'm listening to yellowcard (:

She met his answer with a laugh, a warm, honey sound against the cold air that lingered around them. Her hands curled into themselves somewhere in the pocket of her sweatshirt, a nervous, but mostly just absentminded gesture as they walked on, her laugh finally fading into a healthy smile.

"Those dogs are monsters, I'll agree." Cassius favored the taste of Elliot's purses, while Cognac just had a soft spot for leaving his mark on her newest shoes, and still, the blonde found that she really loved the little bastards, honestly and completely, and without option. She supposed it was because they reminded her so much of her best friend himself, with loud mouths and highly destructive qualities - plus, despite how Elliot was not one of those girls usually wooed by oh my god he's so cute!, she would have been lying to say that she didn't love those puppies sometimes just because they were so damn adorable.

"Why don't you just take that boat of yours and disappear?" Wrapping her hand around a streetlight as they walked, Elliot leaned closer to the boy with a smile that was purely devious, simple suggestion. "I did it, and there will never be a day in my life where I'll even have close to what you do in the bank on your very poorest day, darling." She poked him in the chest playfully, stepping away from the lamp and letting her steps fall into place beside Andrew's once more.

"So fuck it, you have the means to change everything if you wanted," and in truth, Elliot wished she did as well, but people were who they were, and the pretty blonde was just poor, unlucky, and scared on her best days, "So do it! Go on a wild adventure, get out of here while you still have your sanity." Tucking away an errant curl, she returned her hand to the pocket of her sweatshirt and smiled endearingly over at Andrew one more time.

"And as for myself, I can't say that I'm any more enthralled with life than you are." She giggled at his last comment, mainly at the truth in it, and merely shrugged. "It's a god awful place, and I've really got no friends there, so can you honestly blame me?" Bumping Andrew's arm with her own, the girl smirked.

"Plus, sitting around the Penthouse and watching you boys flirt is just too much fun."

[Andrew Oliver;]

‘Why don't you just take that boat of yours and disappear?’ God, Elliot couldn’t have a clue how tempted Andrew had been lately to just fly to Miami and spend a month cruising the Atlantic on the Aphrodite. He had done it before, and while it hadn’t exactly been what he had expected, it was still one of the best times of his life.

“I did,” the handsome boy told her. “Over the summer, at least. I sailed from the west coast of Australia, around South Africa, and then to Brazil. I went halfway around the world completely by myself, just me and my boat. It got kind of lonely after a while, but damn, there’s nothing better than being on the water.”

He had to chuckle when Elliot described her feelings toward that awful school. While his stays at the Academy had been short, Andrew hated just about every moment he spent there. Sure, he had met a few tolerable people while he was a student, but that was it. He couldn’t blame her foe wanting out – he quit before the first term was even over.

“Hey, don’t include me in Eiji and Draco’s love fest!” he protested. “Sometimes I feel like I have to lock my door at night so I don’t get any late night visits. I don’t know how you deal with those two, Elliot. Sometimes I wonder why I’m even friends with such idiots.”

He was kidding, of course, and his brilliant grin made that clear. As much as he complained about Draco being a reckless lush and Eiji acting like a child that was fed too much candy half the time, he really did like the two other boys. They all got along so well, and it was sickening how alike they all were at times.

His thoughts drifted to her comment about never having what he had on his poorest day, and Andrew simply shook his head.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said to the pretty girl. “I haven’t told anyone this, so if it gets back to me I’ll know it was you who spilled the beans and, well then I’ll have to kill you and I don’t really like blood so it’s probably best if just don’t say anything. But that bank account you’re talking about, come September it’s going to be as empty as Draco’s head.”

He knew that she was going to ask for an explanation, so Andrew saved her the breath.

“My dad told me when I dropped out of school that I had a year to get my shit together and finish my education or he’s cutting me off for good. I’d rather stab myself than go back to school, so it’s looking like I’ll be going from penthouses to holes in the wall and from world class scotch to cheap vodka.”

He made a face that held nothing but disgust, applying more to the thought of fifteen dollar bottles of vodka than anything else. He didn’t seem upset about this, but no one knew that the thought of losing it all was keeping him up at night.

[Elliot is on the edge.]

Andrew, for all his pattern and standards, was always full of surprises, and Elliot was quite sure that those little moments of disbelief, those quickly hidden, but always impressed smiles, had a lot to do with how she unfailingly enjoyed his company. "I've always wanted to see Brazil," it was a quiet thought, directed more to her own self than Andrew, and altogether fleeting as he changed the subject.

Elliot laughed as the conversation lightened momentarily, turning to her two favorite boys on this plane of existence. They were a twisted pair of friends, all vulgar and frivolous and reckless; two separate personalities so wild and immense that they were only amplified by the company of another.

“I‘ll admit that they‘re awful close - ” laughter caused her sentence to break for a second “ - but we both know that you'll curl up to Draco once you get a few drinks out of the way." Elliot smirked, more at the unlikelihood of the scene than anything. Andrew, for all his looks and charm, never seemed to have trouble picking up a pretty feminine face to wake up next to.

His next admittance caught her off guard, the words hidden delicately as the punch-line in a run-on sentence. It was a truth that was entirely to hard to swallow; Andrew Oliver, slumming it. Elliot had never been anything resembling wealthy, and while she always seemed to be surrounded by entirely different class than she had grown up in, sometimes it was admittedly uncomfortable, to be the only poor soul in the midst of so much affluence, and so, she could say that maybe she was looking forward to the idea of someone else operating on the same level as her for once. Though, on the other hand, the blonde wouldn't honestly really wish her life, or her bank account balance, on anyone else.

"I'm sorry. That sounds like a pretty raw deal." Elliot looked over at her friend with a weak smile, shrugging in condolence as she struggled to find the right words.

"Though, it does sounds more like a matter of pride than anything else." She smiled a little more honestly this time, trying to gauge his reaction to her observation. Pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes, and truthfully, she was wondering just what Andrew's relationship with his father was like.