I’m with you on that.
Only, I prefer a bit of… smoking.
Do you now? I am very fond of that myself.
Ariel walked over to Damian’s desk and pulled up a chair across the desk from him, grabbed a test and a red pen, and almost instantly furrowed her brow at the sight of the answers. “If all students are as stupid as this one, maybe I’ll need to rethink my desire to become a teacher.” She said, marking the first three questions wrong before starting to read the short answer question.
“So, explain your drinking game to me.” She said, striking up a conversation. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk or just wanted some help grading the papers, but he had mentioned a drinking game, and even though she couldn’t participate she wanted to know what all it entailed. It was technically what she’d offered to join him for in the first place. She marked through a word and wrote down the correct spelling, shaking her head at the stupidity of this kid.
“Then you should definitely reconsider.” he said with a chuckle as he leaned back a bit. “That is unless you would be teaching a different subject, seems like math is the one kids really don’t care about.” Damian sighed slightly with a shrug, never really understanding why everyone hated math so much.
He shot her a grin at the mention of his game, “Well, it’s actually very simple, I do a shot every time there’s a correct answer, sadly tonight I am not very drunk.” he said with a small frown as he marked another wrong answer, “Though if I did it the other way, I would possibly get alcohol poisoning.” he finished with a laugh.
Though Ariel wasn’t a teacher, she had always wanted to be one. As a child, she had been the little girl that wanted to be everything. One week she wanted to be a lawyer. The next, a doctor. After that, she decided that she wanted to be a teacher. She thought that was why she liked the teachers on campus so much. They were some of the most intelligent people she’d met and she loved talking with them.
After finding her makeup remover and cleaning away the last of the mascara that had stained her cheeks, Ariel pulled a brush through her hair, and changed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a pink sweater. She’d told Oogie that she would meet him and help him grade some things and she didn’t want to be late. She left her dorm room with her phone in hand and walked down to Oogie’s classroom, awkwardly toying with the sleeve of her sweater as she walked in the room. “Hey.”
If you told Damian as a teenager that he would become a teacher, he would most likely roll his eyes and scoff, it had never been the plan. He was going to follow in his parents footsteps, find a job at a casino or simply continue the card counting, living the rest of his life in his home town, but things don’t always go as you want, and when he was caught and banned from the strip, he decided the best thing to do with his love of math would be to teach, and luckily DA didn’t have a problem with his not so clean past.
He was leaning forward onto his desk as he let out a sigh, crossing another answer wrong on the test in front of him, wondering how anyone could have gotten it wrong. His head nearly shot up at the sound of Ariel’s voice, thankful not only for the help, but that he wouldn’t have to go through these terrible tests alone. “Hey there! Come take a seat and a stack.” he said with a grin motioning to the chair next to him.
Well, it was the only way to get back home to my fair academy. So who are you again?
Damian Oogie, Math teacher, and yourself?
Exactly what I told them! But, no, it was “meh meh can’t have that regulations meh meh.”
Well screw their regulations, they sound like a shitty bus company.
I don’t have any booze with me. They took it away when I tried to get on the bus with it. Jerks.
Well good thing I’m always stocked with plenty to go around!
Why would they take it? You think if anything it would make the trip better.
Why didn’t I think of that?
You clearly aren’t a genius like I am.
Always willing to share.
Well… I’ll help you grade if it’s fine with you, but I’ll pass on the booze.
That’ would be lovely.
…I’m a student…
There’s always room for exceptions.