<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br/><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Drunk o' Clock</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> He was well and truly confused here, as this woman calling herself Aurora was telling him that she wasn't Kelsey Esposito. He had made so many great friends in high school, and even a few enemies...but he'd remembered their names. And he'd remembered Kelsey's for a different reason as they hadn't been friend or foe. He remembered her because she'd been there, and then she'd been gone. The rumors started up after that, and he never even had a chance to talk to her. But despite that, he was confident in his memory, and aside from blossoming into an even more beautiful woman than she'd been in their last years in school, she looked exactly the same. <br/><br/>He could see what he was saying was starting to get to her, starting to have an effect. And if she hadn't been Kelsey, then she'd have pulled out her ID or something and proved that she wasn't who he said, maybe telling him the story known worldwide that everybody is supposed to have a doppleganger, and maybe she was Kelsey's. Instead, she was twitching here and there, and adamantly denying what they both knew to be the truth. When she finally responded to his questions and accusations, she continued to play dumb, asking if Kelsey was the "one who got away". "Heh. Ya know, I'm not sure. She up and vanished from school one day and I never saw her again. So who knows? She coulda been, but like I said she left before we got to talk much. But I'll never forget her face. Kelsey <em>Esposito</em>," <br/><br/>he said with heavy emphasis on her last name. "And I could...look her up I mean. I'm pretty nifty with a laptop so I could probably find her in an afternoon if I looked. But now, I feel like she's mad at me for some unfathomable reason. I mean, she's here right now and doing an admittedly good job of lying to my face about who she is," he said with a muted grin. When she said she needed a smoke, he didn't stop her. He just stood there with that same smile and nodded as she stepped outside and closed the patio door behind her. He waited for nearly two whole minutes before calmly opening it and stepping outside.<br/><br/> They were the only ones out there, and with a quick whiff of his nose, he then turned to her as he pulled a silver container out of his pocket and opened it. Several pre-rolled blunts were inside(legalization was one of the best things to ever happen) and he pulled one out, as well as a vintage zippo lighter. "I didn't smell any smoke so I figured I'd help you sell the illusion to yourself," he cheekily uttered before lighting the tip and taking a big puff. "Wanna hit? It's cool if not, I'm just offerin' an olive branch because...well apparently I did something to you back in school, and whatever it was, I'm sorry Kelsey. But was it so bad that six years later you can't stand being around me so much you'll lie to my face about who you are? <br/><br/>Was I that much of a shit to you when...well we didn't even say more than two words to each other before you disappeared out the blue?" He was a nice guy, and pretty well liked; something he enjoyed about himself. He liked being liked by people, but he had no problem with people disliking or even hating him. He was a hacker, and a gamer, and a YouTuber. Between those three professions, probably millions of people had cursed his name at one point for this or that. And they were just nameless, faceless drones who needed an outlet. What he didn't like though was being despised by someone he knew, for a reason he wasn't even aware of. It just felt disrespectful, and he didn't like feeling like he'd done her wrong when he couldn't think of a single reason. He deserved an answer at the very least.<br/></span><br/>