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trashmountain2016-07-20 08:33 pm
mossbuds) wrote in trashmountain2016-07-20 08:33 pm
empire city, human incubi and pilot blars
[So, Lars was at a party that kinda blew; he mostly attended because his dealer was good friends with the host, and he didn't want to be so transparently rude so as to pick up his stuff and bounce immediately. Normally, being the jerk he is, Lars wouldn't care—but these are Cool People who he can't let himself disappoint if he too wants to retain his meager cred. So Lars is drinking away his social anxiety, which he's gotten a little better at since moving to Empire City around when he was 19. But he knows he's definitely a little tipsy at this point, and the guys he's talking to are beginning to annoy him—and vice versa.
They've been arguing about some stupid co-op videogame semantics, what's better and what's shitty and so forth—which Lars is finding himself increasingly bored in doing, and it shows on his face as he dully gazes at the pair of guys in front of him. He brings his party cup up to his lips, sipping on what's essentially extremely boozey punch that completely masks the bite of the alcohol, because Lars is and always will be an effeminate baby—and someone interesting catches his eyes, just beyond the pair of testicles he's talking to.
Lars has seen him around—he's like a hotter version of a hometown crush he had. The first crush he'd ever really sustained on another dude. And he lives around here, Lars thinks—he sees him everywhere. He feels his stomach twist and flip, and he immediately wants to both flee these losers to go talk up someone cool, new and interesting, and duck out of the party completely because hot, cool people are really intimidating. But Lars has gotten a little better at approaching people he admires and lusts after, even when the goal is often not to bed them (that's too bold). It's especially easy when he's drunk.]
Yeah, [Lars interjects, interrupting one of the dudes talking at him as he raises a hand and makes a pinching gesture with his fingers and thumb at them.] Cool seein' you guys.
[And he beelines for the mysterious, hot stranger—who doesn't seem cool, exactly, but he's at a cool party and is super hot—without another word. But he finds himself falling short of being totally bold enough to...ACTUALLY approach Ezekiel, so he awkwardly lingers on the wall beside him, glancing off to the side as he smoothly slides a hand into his pocket and sweats, nervously sipping his party juice. Totally cool.
Boys are both kind of harder and easier to approach than girls—dudes are often way easier to get into bed, but Lars is kind of shy when it comes to hopping onto the train to bone town; he has to strike a delicate balance.]
They've been arguing about some stupid co-op videogame semantics, what's better and what's shitty and so forth—which Lars is finding himself increasingly bored in doing, and it shows on his face as he dully gazes at the pair of guys in front of him. He brings his party cup up to his lips, sipping on what's essentially extremely boozey punch that completely masks the bite of the alcohol, because Lars is and always will be an effeminate baby—and someone interesting catches his eyes, just beyond the pair of testicles he's talking to.
Lars has seen him around—he's like a hotter version of a hometown crush he had. The first crush he'd ever really sustained on another dude. And he lives around here, Lars thinks—he sees him everywhere. He feels his stomach twist and flip, and he immediately wants to both flee these losers to go talk up someone cool, new and interesting, and duck out of the party completely because hot, cool people are really intimidating. But Lars has gotten a little better at approaching people he admires and lusts after, even when the goal is often not to bed them (that's too bold). It's especially easy when he's drunk.]
Yeah, [Lars interjects, interrupting one of the dudes talking at him as he raises a hand and makes a pinching gesture with his fingers and thumb at them.] Cool seein' you guys.
[And he beelines for the mysterious, hot stranger—who doesn't seem cool, exactly, but he's at a cool party and is super hot—without another word. But he finds himself falling short of being totally bold enough to...ACTUALLY approach Ezekiel, so he awkwardly lingers on the wall beside him, glancing off to the side as he smoothly slides a hand into his pocket and sweats, nervously sipping his party juice. Totally cool.
Boys are both kind of harder and easier to approach than girls—dudes are often way easier to get into bed, but Lars is kind of shy when it comes to hopping onto the train to bone town; he has to strike a delicate balance.]
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Hey, you shy or something?
[he makes a slightly over exaggerated come here scoop with his hand ]
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Oh—uh, [Lars straightens up, managing a pretty convincing smile, but it's not as relaxed as he's hoping.] Pshh, nah. [He raises his cup to hide the side of his mouth from the guys he just ditched, and rolls his eyes over towards them once in indication.] Just tryin' to lay low so those guys leave me alone.
[Normally, Lars would say something like "they're lame!", but he's definitely gotten in trouble arbitrarily talking shit to puff himself up at parties.] Just talkin' my ear off 'bout some game that's old news by now. I didn't come here for cooler talk, know what I mean?
[yeah smooth nice]
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Cooler than what?
[He leans against the wall near him, actually looking like a cool beefcake. ]
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Lars laughs awkwardly when Ezekiel leans against the wall near him, his heart jumping up like by six in terms of heart rate. He can hear it, and he's sweating and a little red. Okay, he's too hot—too close! And Lars can't... be a dick. Or what if Lars worded that poorly? What if that's the problem. Oh god. Oh no.]
Uh... Y-y'know, water cooler talk. Boring chit-chat!
[Lars tips his cup near Ezekiel.] With boring dudes. [Okay. Recovery is happening.]
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[He winks, probably half a click slower than he thinks he is. ]
This party kinda sucks... None of my friends could make it. I thought I made a friend earlier but then he barfed all over the kitchen. Total downer, a real lightweight. I bet you can hold your liquor though, right?
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Pshyeah, duh! Been drinking all night. Haven't barfed at a party in like—ages. That's like, amateur stuff. [Even though Lars threw up all over his own bathroom at a party like...two weeks ago. Lars feels intimidated; this guy's got high standards for friends if someone throwing up nixes them as friend material.]
But yeah, I hear you. This party's a total bust; but it's a neighborhood thing, and I promised I'd come. I'm a gentleman, y'know?
[Also a lie.]
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Oh yeah? Who's your friends?
[ It was said kindly, not snidely. A genuine question, really.]
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[he smiles, he's not a quick wit but he knows how the drugs flow ]
Yeah, if I'm honest I think I get invited out cause no one wants to step on Mary's toes. I've got my friends around though.
[Hes being modest. He's popular, the party just blows ]
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[Holy shit, she must be stupid hot too. If Lars were less tipsy, the idea alone would probably be the catalyst for the modest beginnings of wood.]
Hard t'believe you'd be invited out just for street political reasons; you seem chill.
[Chill meaning pants-shittingly hot, but. Lars is starting to get real cool vibes off Ezekiel. He's growing increasingly mysterious.]
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[ He shrugs coolly, giving a a half lidded grin-nod ]
We could ditch, I don't think anyone would notice that much. Almost midnight anyway.
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Yeah?
[Lars doesn't want to offend. He definitely wants to be friends with this dude. And he definitely wants to do... all sorts of nasty shit with him. But he's also made of horrific anxiety, even with alcohol in his system—which is just kinda making him a little dizzy, overwhelmed as his imagination takes off without him.]
Guess it is kinda late. Crowd might turn up in a bit, but this crowd's a wash anyway, so I ain't really lookin' forward to that. I've been here for a couple hours, already, so.
[Lars decides it's a good time as any to hurry up his drink, so he works on that.]
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[ he looked around at the crowd one more time. No one too interesting here, now he was certain.]
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[Not really. But Lars loves eating trash food even when he's not smeared like this. He gracelessly drops his empty party cup.]
That place is pretty near my apartment, too. So. [glance. u KNO. U KNO!!! lets have a shitty date, stranger]
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[ It was a legitimate question. Half of everyone there sold weed or had a trust fund or both. No good to assume.]
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What about you? [He antsily waits for Ezekiel to finish his drink, and kinda stares at that to avoid staring at his lips.]
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[ Ezekiel looks down at his beer, still half full. He tosses it back, pouring it easily down his throat. He crushes the can on his head and throws it dead ringer into the trash.]
Hey, what's your name, by the way?
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He distractedly watches Ezekiel's adam's apple bounce, then watches his beer can fly. This guy is too cool. This party wasn't such a bust after all...! NICE
Hopefully he's cool enough...]
Uh—[He coughs into his fist and clears his throat, glancing and smiling at Ezekiel.] Oh, yeah. Lars.
And you, "Mary's brother"?
Let's get outta here, [he adds, thumbing towards the door and heading towards it. He kinda drunkenly and surprisingly nimbly dodges a few folks.]
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[he nods heading for the door as well. He grabs the door handle, giving a half wave to anyone whoever looked up. He gave a little apology and thanks, then ducked out.
He stepped swiftly and deftly down the steps. Definitely been here before. He pulled a thin joint out of a silver case in his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He patted himself down, frowning.]
You got a light, Lars? I think I left mine with whoever had the bong.