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Drew Daniels (trainer)
Drew walks into his apartment and digs through his pantry. He starts to make dinner, which he is actually good at. He doesn't tell anyone he can cook, rather that a friends mom made it. Of course very few people here had their own kitchen but the trainers got them. He leaves the food cooking and goes into his room to change.
Drew comes out of his room in black skinny jeans and a black button down with a red skull on the back. That's as fancy as he goes. He turns off the food and then walks over to the door. He opens it to see Reagan standing there in a black dress. "Hey."
"No. You have to stand in the hall all night." Drew replies sarcastically as he moves out of the doorway. He gestures for her to come in. His apartment is cleaner then usual. A punching bag hangs from the ceiling in the corner, equipment is on shelves and racks by the bag, but room is essentially clean.
Drew walks over to his stove and puts the food from the pan onto two dishes. "How was the rest of work?" He asks as he carries the two plates and puts them on the coffee table.
"Depends. If it's good I did. If it's awful it was my friends mom." Drew replies. The standard answer for him. It's impossible to tell whether he's taking credit from the mom or dumping blame on her and thus the girl wonders who did actually make it.
Drew's smile goes away for a brief moment. His mom couldn't make it, she's dead. Hoping that Reagan didn't notice the change in expression he responds, "I know. I'm awesome. You can admit it."
"It's still nice to hear it from your lips." Drew says. He notices a slight look of guilt cross Reagan's face but ignores it. She doesn't know about his mom, that's not her fault. It's his fault. Their family had agreed to tell as little people as possible.
"That alone was admitting it. And I will have you say it. I can promise that." He replies, his voice husky.
Drew laughs. "Chicken, Mashed potatoes, and some kind of green vegetable." He says, sounding as if he really didn't know what was on the plate.
"Eat away." Drew says. He eats some chicken. He leans back in the couch, his left arm up around the top of it.
"Well than I made it." Drew teases. Whenever he does this he wonders if the girl will actually find out he made it. He also wonders how she would react.
"You know you're the only person besides my family who actually figured that out." Drew says. Apparently most girls he brought home were oblivious. Or they had no sense of smell
"Really. Well when I say family that's a general term. It's really two families." Of course Amber and all the Allens knew.
"It's that erudite upbringing." Drew finishes off his food. "Tell me something random. Something about you."
"Now. If I told you what I wanted to know it wouldn't be random." Drew teases. He puts his other arm across the back of the couch, just above Reagan's back.
"So claustrophobia? Or is it different." Fears intrigued drew. He's dedicated to finding out how different fears affect different people.
"Because you can't see what's around you. It takes away one of your senses." Drew points out. Losing a sense can cause panic in certain people.
"Of course I'm right. Why? Because I'm awesome. You should say it, it's fun." Drew tried to get her to admit his awesomenessz
"Glad to see you admitted it." He smirks. "Now miss 'this is a trial date' what would one do for another part of a trial date that is any different than a normal date?"
Drew raises an eyebrow. "So if it's up to me to decide what we do..." He trails off, dipping his head down to her height. "I can choose to do this." And once again, for the fifth time that day, he kisses her.
Drew puts his hand on the small of her back and rubs small circles with his thumb. He keeps kissing her, his head bent downward. Her hair his other hand that's at the base of Reagan's neck.
Drew pulls away first, needing a breath of air. He looks into her eyes, not sure how she would react if he kissed her again. He doesn't want to push his luck too much.
Drew chuckles deeply. "Yes Reagan it was nice." Her lips are puffy from the kiss, her cheeks a rosy pink. In that moment she looks stunning to Drew.
Drew kisses her again. Hopefully she likes it more than some past girls. He pushes thoughts of other people out of his mind. Right now it's just the two of them.
Drew pulls Reagan closer. There is little more than a centimeter between them. He keeps kissing her, his hands against rest on her neck and back.
Their lips move in sync as Drew continues kissing. His muscular arms hold her close, refusing to let go. When she moves her hand in circles he groans lightly.
"What?" Drew asks. Why was she smirking like that?
"I'm going to make you tell." Drew smirks back. "Why were you smirking?" He asks, waiting for the right time.
Drew wraps his arms around Reagan, pinning her arms to her side. He squeezes tight, refusing to let go. "Why were you smirking?"
"I'm not letting go until you tell me." Drew pulls her over to him to gain a better grip. There is no way he's letting of until she tells him.
"Really? You had a reason. Maybe you just don't know what it is." Drew keeps his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Maybe I don't feel like letting go." Drew sits there quite comfortable. "Make yourself at home, we're sitting here for a while."
"I believe you. But I'm still not letting go." Says. He slackens his grip just enough to let her arms free but tightens it once their out.
"Because I'm just so comfortable right now." Drew exaggerates the word comfortable. "Please make yourself comfortable."
"Think of it as a hug. Or being over protective. It's actually an endearing gesture." Drew tries. He's stubborn but he isn't a jerk.
"Ok ok." He let's go of her. He leaves one arm around her shoulder, still not giving up completely.
"Are you ok?" Drew could recognize the signs of fear and panic. He felt awful that Reagan was showing any of them.
"And I'm a unicorn." Drew points out her bluff while not pushing further. "But you don't need to be scared of me. They may call me the devil but that's only because of how I train initiates."
"Ok." He realizes it was the restraint. But that too would mean she feared him because he was restraining her. Still he drops the subject.
"Don't apologize." Drew reassures her. "If you could have any one thing what would you want?"
Drew sighs. He wishes for that too. But he wouldn't pick that as his one thing. He'd ask for his mom back. Too bad it's not possible to bring her back.
Drew loses his smile. His eyes get distant. "My mom back." He doesn't explain more. If she ask he'll tell her.
"When my brother was little they were walking past the chasm and someone tried to hurt my brother. My mom defended him but the person shoved her into the chasm." Drew holds back the urge to cry. Dauntless don't cry. And so he keeps his face passive. Hard as stone.
"Yeh well there is no fixing it now." Drew gets up and brings the plates to the kitchen. Which his back to Reagan he lets one solitary tear roll down his cheek before he wipes it away and puts up his tough front.
Drew walks back over and leans against the wall, the same way every Daniels man does. "So how do you like our trial date so far?" He asks.
"I was looking for something more along the lines of Drew you're so sexy and I love you." Drew teases. A smirk appears on his face as he forgets about the previous conversation.
Do not rp here without permission from a mod. If you have an initiate you may come knock on his door.
((He does not live with his family because he is a full member))