[right][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7gt8_fWVO0]Sunkissed~[/url][/sub][/right][color=#89cff0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Re8BvMZ.gif[/img][/center][/color][color=#89cff0][b][right][sub]Location: [color=slategray][b]Downtown -> Lone Palms bar -> Bonfamille Manor[/b][/color][/sub][/right][/b][/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ztm0RQB.png[/img]

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The past few days have been hectic, to say the least. Classes for Meadow had begun in full swing and the whole Theo incident was still hot to the touch. The teachers and parents seem to be breathing down the students necks, the atmosphere was almost surveillance state-like. Connor, however, [i]was[/i] grateful for the sense of 'normalcy' that classes had provided. Hell, he was glad to see his favorite [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1fpel0xao1qjlyn2.gif]professor[/url] again. Anderson pretty much left Connor to his own devices and spent most of his time helping other students. Though he was present for when he needed help. Connor will forever be grateful for the one night where the professor sent him messages dead into 3:00 AM to help him iron out some bugs and kinks during his final project. Said professor frequently attended the bar that Connor attends to part-time, and needless to say he hooked him up with some free drinks here and there.

[url=https://i.imgur.com/xWZQdIN.png]Connor[/url] was out, helping out with clean-up. Partially cause he felt guilty and the other half was his parents endless badgering at some 'community service'. It was mostly wrapped-up but the Blond stuck around, entertaining idle thoughts. [i][color=#89cff0]... No the snitch had to be a freshman...[/color][/i] Connor rested his back onto a bench, head tilted towards the darkening skies. [i][color=#89cff0]Crap, heh, no way to know huh... No way- wait Prof Anderson? He should know something.[/color][/i] He glanced at his phone's clock and noted that Anderson should still be there for his weekly, sometimes daily, drink. It seemed like a good shot and Connor didn't have much to do, so what the hell?

Connor jumped out of his seat and jogged his way to the bar he worked in, Lone Palms bar. It was close, luckily, and he was there in ten minutes. The ever-present smell of cheap liquor and faded dreams hit him on the way in. With a deep breath he took it in, it was comforting somehow. Craning his neck, he spotted the familiar figure he was looking out for. The hunched over, slightly tipsy Professor Anderson. Connor made his way over the table and slapped his back, the teacher struggled to keep the drink in hand from spilling.

[color=#89cff0]"How's my favorite professor?"[/color] Connor spat with a shit-eating-grin. [color=#89cff0]"Real fancy meeting you here."[/color]

[color=#FFFFFF]"Son of a bitch, Connor, this drink ain't free when you're not serving. Real unlucky that you didn't this week."[/color] Anderson replied. [color=#FFFFFF]"Yeah sure, real fancy, eh? You know when I come here, so spit it out, what do you want?"[/color]

[color=#89cff0]"Skipping right over foreplay, I like it."[/color] The Blond said. [color=#89cff0]"Y'know that whole Theo Bonfamille incident?"[/color]

[color=#FFFFFF]"Theo incident?"[/color] Anderson said, Connor could almost swear his face straightened and sobered up.

[color=#89cff0]"Yeah, well, any idea whose behind it all? Or rather, the snitch?"[/color] Connor continued. [color=#89cff0]"You owe me one, prof."[/color]

Anderson frowned. [color=#FFFFFF]"Look, Connie, I can't be talking about stuff that's strictly university business out here, much less to a goddamn student."[/color]

[color=#89cff0]"Crap. Well I figur-"[/color]

[color=#FFFFFF]"Hell, I ain't even part of the inner circle, so fuckin' childish-"[/color] The professor stopped himself. [color=#FFFFFF]"Well, I wasn't supposed to let that slip either, so forget I said that."[/color]

[color=#FFFFFF]"Hmm, well if ya ask me, it's gotta be one of yours right? This bash o' yours."[/color] He shrugged lazily. [color=#FFFFFF]"I don't know."[/color]

[color=#89cff0]"One from my year? No way."[/color] The Blond was surprised at the revelation that there was some sort of high-school ish inner circle between the staff. Before he could ruminate further on his phone vibrated with a message from Theo inviting him and Shiloh to come over for some hijinks at his manor. 

[i][center][color=#89cff0]"Leeching off the Bonfamille food and wine?
Do you even have to ask?
Count me in, red."[/color][/center][/i]

[color=#89cff0]"Gotta run Prof, we aren't finished with this conversation."[/color] 

[color=#FFFFFF]"We sure as hell are- hey! You owe me a drink!"[/color]  Anderson's voice faded as Connor walked away.

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Connor's car pulled up outside the driveway. The house was large, while Connor's family had similar lodgings, he hasn't visited his house in years so seeing the utter scale of Manor was awe-inspiring.

He trod up the rocky pathway to the door and knocked. The head butler, Edgar, greeted him in. [color=#89cff0]"Edgar! How's it hanging, the kids, wife... dog?"[/color] 

Connor usually tries to strike up friendly conversation with the butler but is usually just shot down with short sentences or a nod. He's never seen Edgar emoting either. Damn Bonfamille and their stringent butler training.

He was led from room to room before finally spotting the redhead. The Blond raised his hand in a greeting. [color=#89cff0]"Yo Theo, house is as swanky as the last time I was here."[/color]
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