Ghost Hunters, but Make it College Students

Explanations

IT'S ALL ABOUT ROWAN, BABY! Well, not all about him lol. I hope y'all enjoy this!! Also, again, I do not condone getting drunk to get rid of your problems. There is also an incredibly brief mention of sel-harm scars, but nothing explicit--- Ariel <3

While Tyler and Larissa were off learning more about what was going on at The Waverly, Rowan and Nicholas were drinking enough for all four of them.

Nicholas had woken early, anxious with what the day would hold. Tyler had asked that Nicholas fill him in with some of the details of today, to which Nicholas said he would, that was if he actually learned anything.

Rowan was dying his hair a pale shade of blue as Nicholas was getting ready. He scraped together his nicest clothes and borrowed one of Rowan's ties. The two bid Larissa and Tyler farewell before heading down to the hotel lobby.

Rowan had taken Nicholas to a French restaurant about an hour from where they were staying. The hostess asked if they had a reservation, to which Rowan explained that they, in fact, didn't.

"Sir, if you have no reservation, then I am afraid I cannot give you a table," she explained in a thick accent that Nicholas couldn't entirely pinpoint where it was from.

"Ah, I understand that," Rowan said. He propped his elbow up on her podium before continuing, "I'll just have to tell my father that you refused my service."

"And why would that matter?"

"Oh!" Rowan beamed proudly and Nicholas suddenly looked concerned. "You see, my father is Andrew Villan," his voice was cold yet sweet at the same time.

"Oh," the woman suddenly looked terrified. She quickly scooped up two menus and lead them to the back of the restaurant to a private table. She set down the menu and quickly asked, "can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?"

"Vodka and lime for me," Rowan said, slipping his hand over his hair, trying to keep it down. He looked at Nicholas, "you want anything?"

"Gin and tonic," Nicholas stated quietly.

The woman nodded and skittered off, muttering something to herself in what sounded like French.

"What was all that about?" Nicholas asked Rowan, he leaned in across the table.

"My father's name has a lot of power," Rowan replied, "he tends to put the fear of God in people. Well, maybe not the fear of God."

A light-haired waiter came and dropped off the boys' drinks. Nicholas thanked him before turning back to Rowan and saying, "alright, you told me you were going to explain some things. Start explaining."

Rowan chuckled, "I did tell you that, didn't I?" He took a sip from his drink and made a face, "that is strong." Rowan sat his drink back down and folded his hands. "What do you wanna know?"

"Everything," Nicholas simply stated, "How do you and Larissa know each other, and why do you act like that around each other? What does your father do that makes him so important? Why the hell were you in that crumbling house in Colorado if you have enough money to go to restaurants like this?"

"Not holding back, are we?" Rowan laughed. "I'll start with why I lived in Colorado, the rest of it follows that." He took a swig of his drink. "My father works on Wall Street, he's very important on Wall Street and he wants everyone on Earth to know that," he rolled his eyes. "My brother followed in Dad's footsteps: went to an Ivy League school, married a lovely woman, found an incredible job in banking. He's everything my parents wanted for their children.