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“It’s only a problem because you’re standing in the middle of a crime scene” Nora told him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t care where you do..whatever it is you’re doing, but I have a job to do and you being here isn’t helping me get it done any faster.”

“No one told me I had to leave the goddamn building because of something that happened on the second floor.” Things were definitely handled differently in NYC as well, he can see it. “Sorry ‘bout that, miss. What happened up there anyway?”

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“Oh no, not at all” she said, reaching into her bag for her pack of cigarettes. “I just didn’t know we could smoke in here” she explained, sighing when she came up short for a lighter “do you have a light?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

His shoulders relax the moment he realises she wasn’t there to lecture him or police him. “I’m not sure myself but I see no signs hanged around so..” He takes another puff of his cigarette, looking down towards it for only a brief moment. “Yeah, here” Ethan easily finds it in his jeans’ pocket and hands it to her. “If this is a no smoking area, at least I’m not going down alone.�� He jokes.

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By this point, Ezra had no idea how he was going to be able to make it home.. maybe he should have stayed at LUX with Heather and the others? Though the atmosphere had grown too awkward for his liking. He swallowed back the alcohol that continued to threaten to come up, before finding himself looking back at someone unrecognizable, who had seemingly come to help. “Hey dude..” The nurse answered, shaking his head. “I think I’m drunk, maybe too drunk? I don’t know as I.. I don’t really drink. Uh, as of right now I.. Feel lost and am currently holding back the urge to vomit so..” Even the word vomit had Ezra gagging. “Sorry, man.. I’m not used to this. Am I close to Manhattan?” He sure hoped that he’d managed to at least walk in the right direction. 

Ethan surely knows the feeling of absolute panic when the alcohol starts to work a bit too well, his eyes could read a bit of empathy on that aspect as he raises his eyebrows slightly. “Some cold water and something cold for your forehead will help pal, do you want me to get that for you?” His eyes are diverted to the shop the other was sitting right in front of. “I’ll be the worst person to ask, I can ask around if you want..”

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     Ethan has never been one to randomly approach strangers, much less if we consider that he comes from a small town where everyone knows everyone and that naturally creating a sort of closed-off aspect in him, but the guy that nearly bumped against him was now perched on a step that lead into a store and clearly not feeling well. “Hey man, ‘you alright?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and instead approaches the other, lightly touching his shoulder although keeping his distance as he bent down a little to be at the same eye level as the other. “Do you need me to call someone?” The question comes when the sudden and distinguishable smell of vodka reaches him, he knows this kind of feeling too well to leave the other hanging, although he also knows the alcohol can have a negative impact on the other, thus the distance he keeps.

Drinking two vodka and redbulls and a whole glass of pure vodka was not the best idea Ezra had decided on, considering he never touched alcohol, this was quite a large consumption for him. His night hadn’t ended so well and the more he continued to walk, the more he could feel the vodka taking effect. The lights on the sidewalk were forming more into a blur and his feet couldn’t quite coordinate together, causing him to stagger and swerve along the road. Was this honestly what being drunk felt like? Because it was horrible. His eyes darted from his mobile phone which he held in his hands, and straight ahead so he could at least try to see where he was walking. Maybe he should stop for a moment? The feeling of wanting to vomit was growing ever so close too. Honestly, Ezra wasn’t so sure where he’d ended up, unable to gather his bearings. though he did know one thing.. he was not doing this ever again.

Deciding that he was unable to go much further, Ezra perched himself on a step that lead into a store, and held his head into his hands. He point blank refused to order himself an Uber, too afraid he might vomit. “Fuck..” He cursed, glancing back up. This was so disorientating. 

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“Yes, is that a problem?” Blue eyes target the other, waiting for an answer although nothing is implied in his tone of voice or body expression. The fact that the subject was brought up is slightly surprising however.

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Ethan is not intentionally listening to that conversation, but the girl sitting next to him is not making it a big secret either. He scoffs to himself, holding the glass in front of him, eyes lowered targeting it as well until he notices she was now talking to him. “Finishing the drink, heading straight home.. nothing settled though.” A little raise of his eyebrows as he eyes the girl now, not being able to control that smile.

“Yes, I’m going out tonight” the dark haired girl said sharply through the phone. “I don’t care Audrey, I’m fine. Drinking was never the big issue anyways” she rolled her eyes. “Well then don’t come… I’ll find someone else to go with” she said hanging up the phone quickly and exhaled a heavy sigh before looking at the person next to her, “So, do you have plans for tonight?” she asked flashing a playful grin at them. 

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Everyone in the USA knew New York City, they all have heard about how busy the streets are, just how massive the city is, but to actually be there is a completely different experience. Ethan is young enough to have clear access to the internet and know the world through a screen unlike his parents, but he soon realises that helps with absolutely nothing. There is no guide, no video, no movie that can actually prepare him to the lively streets of New York, nothing could aid the small-town lad that desperately needed to grow accostumed to it all.

It's when he's still trying to figure out which street would take him to his new temporary job that he feels a plastic and rather sharp object being thrown against his head. Understandably confused, Ethan looks around with a strong frown on his face, looking for the source of it. "What the h--" His mouth is shut just in the right moment. He notices it was a toy car and quickly links it to the now panicking parent holding a crying baby. "That's.. fine man. Is he alright?"

Benji was heading to the park with his two year old son. The toddler was walking alongside him, hand holding tightly onto his father’s as they made their way down the street. It was taking a lot longer to get to the park than usual, but that was only because Benji had decided to let Alec walk as well. The blonde really didn’t mind the smaller steps he had to make. It was a change from having to carry the very clingy child around all day. Maybe if he took Alec out more often, he’d get into a habit of wanting to walk rather than be held?

It was only when it came time to cross the road, that Benji felt the need to pick his child up. Something that Alec didn’t want. He wanted to cross the busy road by himself and while Benji had the patience to let that happen, he knew that others wouldn’t. He didn’t want to hold up traffic, so he quickly carried Alec across the road. The tantrum started as soon after they got to the other side. And before Benji could even attempt at settling his child down, the little boy threw the toy car in his hand right in the direction of someone’s head.

“Alec—” Benji’s eyes widened in slight shock before his attention went to the person his son had accidently hit. “I’m so sorry— are you alright?” he apologised quickly.

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(RUTE, 23, GMT, SHE/HER/HERS, NONE) HAVE YOU SEEN (ETHAN GROVER) AROUND NEW YORK? THEY LOOK A LOT LIKE (BOYD HOLBROOK) BUT I DON’T THINK THEY’VE EVEN REALIZED IT! SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY ARE (EASY-GOING & ADVENTUROUS) AND (STUBBORN & DEFENSIVE) BUT ALL WE KNOW FOR SURE IS THEY ARE 26, (HETEROSEXUAL CISMALE) AND WORK AS A (VARIOUS TEMP JOBS). I GUESS ONLY TIME WILL TELL BUT FOR NOW WE’LL JUST CALL THEM THE ICARIAN.  THEY WERE BORN ON (NOV 19TH, 1992) AND THEY THINK THAT THE QUOTE THAT MOST DESCRIBES THEM IS (IN HELL I'LL BE IN GOOD COMPANY)

Born in Springville, Alabama, Ethan is the youngest of three boys born to the Grover family. His father owns a gas station whilst his mother runs the family's most recent project, a small burger shop.

Growing up with the same group of kids and used to the family feeling throughout that part of the town, Ethan's family hardly struggled with money and although he did have the opportunity to go to college, he absolutely hated school and thus saw it as a waste of time and money. Ethan has always been the crafty one, helping fixing things as a teenager for some extra money, but never good with books.

After finishing high school, he decided to help his father in his gas station and held this job up until the night he's made a drunk bet with a group of close friends.

Following a conversation about a trend on youtube called 'rags to riches', drunken Ethan decides to accept the bet and against all odds try his best to become a man with money starting from scratch and in the big city, New York. Next thing he knows he is waking up in a bus that was now making its last stop in New York and he is too stubborn and proud to return home and admit it was a stupid bet.

Ethan has been in New York for the past three months and has been working different jobs as to experiment and see what would be the best way to go up quickly. Although no one knows, he's keeping the good amounts of money his worried parents keep sending him and spares the bare minimum, doing his best not to return to Alabama.

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