[i][/i][center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ashford Institute for the Gifted > Courtyard  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions/Mentions:[@KatKook][@Damo021][@Bounce][@BoyMom69035][/b][/color] 
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	In his mind, Drake replayed the comment that Cleo made before about the possibility of there being a telepath within the institution.  “[color=f7941d]I can’t decide if that is really freaky or cool[/color]” At the time, he gave a small grunt in response.  He was not quite at the point where he wanted to share his reasons for asking, yet.  This other person invaded his privacy, sure, but they also seemed to know more about him than he did, teaching him how to unlock his own potential.  Whether this person was a friend or foe was still to be determined.

	Some time later, they continued to converse and there were more takers on his offer of drink.  Drake was more than willing to share the wealth of happiness in a flask.  His usual worry that spanned in all directions was aided by the whiskey in that he began getting emotional tunnel vision.  Where there was once several problems deserving his attention simultaneously, all Drake could see now was what was in front of him, reacting on his base needs and impulses.  He wasn't nearly drunk, but he was feeling good.

	As he split his attention amongst the group, usually to whomever was talking at the time, his gaze kept gravitating toward Sally.  There was something there, something magnetic, that he couldn't quite explain.  Usually his poker face was second nature.  That mask was nowhere to be found at the moment.

	“[color=f7941d]Okay, okay. Right, I can go invisible[/color]” Drake snapped to attention as the words came into focus.  He looked over at Cleo and his eyes began to squinch as he eagerly awaited a demonstration.

	"[color=f7976a]That certainly sounds like it could have its advantages,[/color]" he mentioned with a small grin.  Espionage, privacy, survival... there were plenty of practical uses for invisibility.  Afterward, he started silently considering his next step for the day.  He met a lot of new people today and dealt with some dramatic situations.  It was time to figure out how to wind this day down.  Again, his eyes fell on Sally and, as soon as he caught it, he averted his gaze, consciously focusing on any other spot.  [color=f7976a][i]What the hell am I doing,[/i][/color] he asked himself. [color=f7976a][i]This is how 6 year olds act.  I might as well go pull her hair and run away giggling.[/i][/color]

	Drake patiently waited for the flask to make it back around to him where he finished off the contents completely before screwing the top back on and tucking it away in his back pocket.  "[color=f7976a]If any of you are ever interested, I've got more in our dorm,[/color]" he said as an open invitation to all.  Drake was old enough that he could buy as much alcohol as he wanted to, just as long as he didn't let the staff know he was sharing it with people that were of a less-than-legal age.  "[color=f7976a]In fact,[/color]" he started, as he pulled out his cell phone, "[color=f7976a]It might not be a bad idea for us to all stay connected.  We're on Week 1 and we've already had to deal with a couple of attacks and have our safety called into question.[/color]"  He pressed a few buttons on the phone, navigating to the digital address book before handing it off, first to Sally.  "[color=f7976a]If I'm not overstepping, I think it might be a good idea to have eachother's contact info.[/color]"  He subtly raised an eyebrow in anticipation and smiled.

	Though this would be his third in nearly three hours, Drake pulled out his pack of squares and took a few backward steps from the huddle.  Retrieving a cigarette, he habitually reached for his lighter and was met with its absence.  With a smirk and a singular chuckle, he cleared the air of his brain fart, realizing that he had gotten rid of the thing, and pointed a finger-gun vertically in front of his face.  With a mild, but noticeable force of concentration, Drake managed to summon a small flame that danced just on top of his fingertip.  Using it to ignite his cigarette, Drake puffed the cancer stick until the cherry was securely burning.  Then, with but a thought, the flame on his finger vanished. Drake's first exhalation was long and dramatic, exiting his nostrils and giving him a draconic look.