[center][h1][b][color=#ed0000]Bryant O’Connor[/color][/b][/h1]

[b]Location:[/b] 3C
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Eva and most everyone at Ryan’s

[i]Breakfast.[/i]

Connor heard his girlfriend’s words flood into the room as he toweled off his head and he grinned. He [i]really[/i] liked breakfast, possibly more than he even liked Eva. He slipped on his clothes--sans a shirt, he [i]really[/i] did not like wearing shirts--and walked into the kitchen in a pair of cargo shorts and his socks. “[color=#ed0000]I’m here,[/color]” he said to Eva in a sing-song voice. As he passed her in the hallway, he kissed her cheek, watching her knock on Jeje’s door. He didn’t stop though, smelling the scent of the bacon and the [s]possibly burnt[/s] toast.

He ducked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Connor took the bacon and stuck it on top of the slice of toast, crunching it over into a sandwich like form. He wished he could have had [i]more[/i] breakfast, but didn’t really fault Eva for not cooking anything else. After all, they were about to go to lunch with the homies, anyway.

He scarfed the food down, waving to Jejomar as he left the building, then slammed back the orange juice, slurping it down. He grabbed the remaining piece of bacon and stood up, jogging back to Eva’s room as he did so to grab one of the polos he’d left there. He pulled it on and adjusted it slightly, before he went to Eva and grabbed her hand. “[color=#ed0000]Let’s go, I’ll drive.[/color]” He explained quickly, leading her to his car. He got in it after opening the passenger door for her and started it up, pulling out of the parking lot and to Ryan’s.

Once there, he ducked inside and looked around for their group of friends. He absently raised an eyebrow when he saw Edgar with them, but then he shrugged. He walked up to the newcomer and placed a hand on his shoulder, grinning. “[color=#ed0000]Mucho grande cajones, my friend.[/color]” He smiled at the rest of his group and gave them a nod. “[color=#ed0000]I’ll be right back,[/color]” he explained quickly, ducking away to the bar and sitting down on a stool, waving the bartender over and ordering some barbeque wings, a basket of potato wedges, and a beer(Eva could drive his [i]car[/i], he’d reasoned).

When his phone buzzed, he glanced down at it, frowning slightly at the context.

[b][color=#ff00c3]From: Princess(group text):
im sick im staying home with my kitty, ssorry, guys[/color][/b]

And then he started to giggle, finally glancing at the photo of Tas covered in the chocolate dessert. If Tas had been there, he may have taken that as an opportunity to pick on her. Instead, he looked over at Claire--who was hanging out with Didi for [i]whatever[/i] reason--and held his thumb high in the air in approval as the glass was sat in front of him, grabbing and taking a drink.

“[color=#ed0000]You did good, kid.[/color]” He commented, nodding.[/center]