((Kayla Harris continued from SPLAT!))
Jeez, about damn time. What were those football guys doing in there, fucking?
Swiftball had been a blast so far. Kayla hadn't been sold on going as much as she loved Charelle, but Zen was going too so, ya know, why not? Kayla ended up kinda drifting away from both of them as the night went on, but that was okay. Mingling with randos was fun sometimes.
Of course, when you really had to pee that was a different story. Curse this damn uterus taking up precious real estate.
And of course, right when she needed to go in, Ace and Kayden staked their claim. All right, whatever. She backtracked to one of the other bathrooms she had identified earlier, only to be greeted by another girl who had the same idea and beat her to it. With a twitchy eye and clenched fist, she doubled back around to where Ace and Kayden had bunkered down.
The wait was miserable. What started as a light urge blew up to a full on near eruption as she had to pace back and forth and count numbers up to 482 before Kayden clambered out followed by Ace.
Kayla didn't even hesitate as she sprinted inside, locked the door, and did her business.
((Kayla Harris continued in Trapped in the Bathroom: Chapter 173 [HD 1080p]))
Just Dance
#SwiftBall
[Lorenzo Tavares Continued from Teen Idle]
The music in the house was loud and reverberated off the walls. Mikki had a excellent playlist chosen for this party, and all the various George Hunter High students were grinding, dancing, drinking, and smoking along to the beat she’d set in motion. Lorenzo was no exception. It had been a while since he’d gotten to the party, and after passing through the first ring of hell that was Claudeson guarding the door, had quickly acclimated himself to the scene, making his way to the designated smoking area to roll up and pass a few blunts around with other like-minded students. Once his high had reached it’s perfect party level, Lorenzo found himself wandering around the house looking for something a little more interesting to add to his buzz. As per usual for these parties, there was an ample amount of booze to go around, and Lorenzo took his sweet time deciding what his poison for the night would be. He was feeling himself tonight, dressed in a tight mesh top that matched the color of his hair, black skinny jeans, and charcoal black timberland boots. He’d already shed the black zip up hoodie he’d arrived in and tied it around his waist at this point. All these kids jammed into a single space got you overheated quickly, even in a house this size. Lorenzo was feeling extra sexy tonight, and he needed a drink that made him feel it. On his hunt he spied a bottle of Gentleman’s Jack that looked so-far untouched, and quickly scooped the bottle up and began to take shots straight from the bottle as he wandered through the party.
Lorenzo wasn’t sure how much time had passed him by, but before he knew it he was feeling especially tipsy, about a quarter of the bottle already drained into his system. Most times he did his best to stick to just weed, as he wasn’t much of a drinker, but this was possibly the last big party of his high school career! If that didn’t call for a bit of celebration he didn’t know what did. His head was getting a bit murky from all the whiskey, and he came to the conclusion that a bit more weed would help even him out, so taking another generous swig from the bottle, he headed towards the stairs to make a trip to the basement. Lorenzo shoved his way through a group of underclassmen, and at the bottom of the stairs crashed into a very well muscled form. Taking a step back and gripping tight to the bottle in his hands so as not to drop it, he went to make a snarky comment towards the person who’d blocked his way. That was until he looked up and saw that the face of this annoyance belonged to none other than Kayden Brockman. Lorenzo’s frown quickly turned into a sultry smile as he very obviously let his eyes wander the blonde footballer’s body. This was a much better distraction that he’d anticipated, and all thoughts of heading to smoke drifted from his mind, being replaced by more lustful ones.
“Well hello stranger!” Lorenzo happily greeted. “Funny running into you here, literally.” Lorenzo was definitely more than a little drunk at this point, and it showed in his slightly slurred speech, but he didn’t let that stop him from flirting just a little.
“You in a rush? Let’s chat for a while.” Lorenzo smirked and winked at the other senior, placing his hand on Kayden’s bicep and running it slowly down the length of his arm. Lorenzo WAS drinking Gentleman’s Jack, and you know what they say; gentlemen prefer blondes.
The music in the house was loud and reverberated off the walls. Mikki had a excellent playlist chosen for this party, and all the various George Hunter High students were grinding, dancing, drinking, and smoking along to the beat she’d set in motion. Lorenzo was no exception. It had been a while since he’d gotten to the party, and after passing through the first ring of hell that was Claudeson guarding the door, had quickly acclimated himself to the scene, making his way to the designated smoking area to roll up and pass a few blunts around with other like-minded students. Once his high had reached it’s perfect party level, Lorenzo found himself wandering around the house looking for something a little more interesting to add to his buzz. As per usual for these parties, there was an ample amount of booze to go around, and Lorenzo took his sweet time deciding what his poison for the night would be. He was feeling himself tonight, dressed in a tight mesh top that matched the color of his hair, black skinny jeans, and charcoal black timberland boots. He’d already shed the black zip up hoodie he’d arrived in and tied it around his waist at this point. All these kids jammed into a single space got you overheated quickly, even in a house this size. Lorenzo was feeling extra sexy tonight, and he needed a drink that made him feel it. On his hunt he spied a bottle of Gentleman’s Jack that looked so-far untouched, and quickly scooped the bottle up and began to take shots straight from the bottle as he wandered through the party.
Lorenzo wasn’t sure how much time had passed him by, but before he knew it he was feeling especially tipsy, about a quarter of the bottle already drained into his system. Most times he did his best to stick to just weed, as he wasn’t much of a drinker, but this was possibly the last big party of his high school career! If that didn’t call for a bit of celebration he didn’t know what did. His head was getting a bit murky from all the whiskey, and he came to the conclusion that a bit more weed would help even him out, so taking another generous swig from the bottle, he headed towards the stairs to make a trip to the basement. Lorenzo shoved his way through a group of underclassmen, and at the bottom of the stairs crashed into a very well muscled form. Taking a step back and gripping tight to the bottle in his hands so as not to drop it, he went to make a snarky comment towards the person who’d blocked his way. That was until he looked up and saw that the face of this annoyance belonged to none other than Kayden Brockman. Lorenzo’s frown quickly turned into a sultry smile as he very obviously let his eyes wander the blonde footballer’s body. This was a much better distraction that he’d anticipated, and all thoughts of heading to smoke drifted from his mind, being replaced by more lustful ones.
“Well hello stranger!” Lorenzo happily greeted. “Funny running into you here, literally.” Lorenzo was definitely more than a little drunk at this point, and it showed in his slightly slurred speech, but he didn’t let that stop him from flirting just a little.
“You in a rush? Let’s chat for a while.” Lorenzo smirked and winked at the other senior, placing his hand on Kayden’s bicep and running it slowly down the length of his arm. Lorenzo WAS drinking Gentleman’s Jack, and you know what they say; gentlemen prefer blondes.
Kayden didn't expect to run into someone on the landing, but that's why they were called hit and runs, and not target practice. It definitely threw him off balance, forcing him to stop his descent down to the basement and taken a moment to make sure he didn't sprawl across the floor. Of course, he wasn't really enjoying an interruption to him going down to the basement and dancing his newfound energy out, so the urge to turn this into another Emmett situation suddenly boiled up within him, but within moments he noticed it was not some pasty nerd, but Lorenzo Tavares.
A man of contrast, Lorenzo Tavares - could be ridiculously attractive if it weren't for the juvenile green hair and dressing like he was from the mid-2000s, but that was somebody's thing, Kayden figured. Was a GSA member just like him, but rarely showed up, if ever. He'd heard stories about how easy it was to get down on Lorenzo Tavares but for whatever reason he'd never given it a try for himself - different social circles, different priorities, different business in life, all that rot. Of course, if all of these thoughts were literally going through Kayden's head, which they probably were, they'd have gone through super quickly thanks to the recent events in the bathroom, so his eyes widened and his smile extended.
"Heeeey, man, didn't expect to see you here. Well, I guess this is a party and not a GSA meeting, ha haaaa."
The fake laugh sort of trailed off, mostly because he had other priorities in the conversation. Notably, he felt more than he saw the hand going to his bicep and running it down his arm, and he knew exactly what game Lorenzo was playing at, mostly because it came from the same handbook as Kayden's. He was being targeted tonight, but in this case, the hunt would be just as thrilling as claiming the reward, at least Kayden would make it so.
"Yeah totally, man, but wanna go to the kitchen? Gotta grab a drink, got a bunch in the fridge."
Kayden looked down at Lorenzo's crotch level, before suddenly inserting a finger through one of his belt loops and heading towards the kitchen with him in tow.
A man of contrast, Lorenzo Tavares - could be ridiculously attractive if it weren't for the juvenile green hair and dressing like he was from the mid-2000s, but that was somebody's thing, Kayden figured. Was a GSA member just like him, but rarely showed up, if ever. He'd heard stories about how easy it was to get down on Lorenzo Tavares but for whatever reason he'd never given it a try for himself - different social circles, different priorities, different business in life, all that rot. Of course, if all of these thoughts were literally going through Kayden's head, which they probably were, they'd have gone through super quickly thanks to the recent events in the bathroom, so his eyes widened and his smile extended.
"Heeeey, man, didn't expect to see you here. Well, I guess this is a party and not a GSA meeting, ha haaaa."
The fake laugh sort of trailed off, mostly because he had other priorities in the conversation. Notably, he felt more than he saw the hand going to his bicep and running it down his arm, and he knew exactly what game Lorenzo was playing at, mostly because it came from the same handbook as Kayden's. He was being targeted tonight, but in this case, the hunt would be just as thrilling as claiming the reward, at least Kayden would make it so.
"Yeah totally, man, but wanna go to the kitchen? Gotta grab a drink, got a bunch in the fridge."
Kayden looked down at Lorenzo's crotch level, before suddenly inserting a finger through one of his belt loops and heading towards the kitchen with him in tow.
Lorenzo let his eyes wander the blonde boy’s torso as he faked a small chuckle at Kayden’s GSA comment. It was pretty well known that Lorenzo was a part of the club in name only, only able to bring himself to a meeting once in a blue moon. Something in Kayden’s tone told him they were having a similar thought process, or maybe that was just Lorenzo letting his desires take control of is own thoughts. Kayden was one of the few guys at George Hunter that Lorenzo had yet to sink his teeth into, and now that he was thinking about it, it seemed as good a time as any to rectify that mistake. Kayden was hot, that was blatantly obvious. Broad shoulders, a killer smile, and if the bulge in his pants was any indication, probably hung like a fucking stallion. Lorenzo wasn’t expecting a prize like this to fall into his lap tonight, well more crash into him but that wasn’t the point, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d much rather look at what was under that button down.
Kayden’s smile made Lorenzo’s crotch pulsate ever so slightly, and also made a small skip in his heartbeat which was confusing and unusual. Best not to think about it. There were more pressing matters after all. Kayden suggested they change location to the kitchen, and hooked a finger in Lorenzo’s belt loop to drag him along behind him. Lorenzo’s eyes widened and his eyebrows raised at the action. That was pretty forward. Lorenzo was used to being the bold one in these situations, but hey, this was nice too. Who was he to complain when a hot jock wanted to take charge? He didn’t miss Kayden’s eyes dropping down to his crotch either. Lorenzo liked a man who knew what he wanted. He’d play Kayden’s game.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Lorenzo allowed himself to be led to the kitchen, where it seemed there was already a gathering of other students. Andy, Ace, Emmett and Tanisha were all gathered together taking shots, but Lorenzo was too preoccupied with his blonde conquest to really give a fuck about what they were doing. Once they reached the kitchen, Lorenzo took another quick swig out of the bottle he was still holding onto before abandoning it on a counter and focusing his attention on Kayden.
“What’s your poison?” Lorenzo asked with a smirk gesturing to the various types of alcohol scattered about the kitchen.
Kayden’s smile made Lorenzo’s crotch pulsate ever so slightly, and also made a small skip in his heartbeat which was confusing and unusual. Best not to think about it. There were more pressing matters after all. Kayden suggested they change location to the kitchen, and hooked a finger in Lorenzo’s belt loop to drag him along behind him. Lorenzo’s eyes widened and his eyebrows raised at the action. That was pretty forward. Lorenzo was used to being the bold one in these situations, but hey, this was nice too. Who was he to complain when a hot jock wanted to take charge? He didn’t miss Kayden’s eyes dropping down to his crotch either. Lorenzo liked a man who knew what he wanted. He’d play Kayden’s game.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Lorenzo allowed himself to be led to the kitchen, where it seemed there was already a gathering of other students. Andy, Ace, Emmett and Tanisha were all gathered together taking shots, but Lorenzo was too preoccupied with his blonde conquest to really give a fuck about what they were doing. Once they reached the kitchen, Lorenzo took another quick swig out of the bottle he was still holding onto before abandoning it on a counter and focusing his attention on Kayden.
“What’s your poison?” Lorenzo asked with a smirk gesturing to the various types of alcohol scattered about the kitchen.
Kayden weaved through the crowd, spotting familiar faces he was eager to avoid - Emmett, Ace, assorted others. He probably didn't need to duck out of sight of them, but the kitchen was the goal since he needed another Red Bull. Well, he probably didn't need another Red Bull, he just wanted one. He probably needed some water, but still, he had that behind the Red Bull. So he might as well get another Red Bull while he was at it.
They parked themselves at the sparse counter near the fridge, and while Lorenzo was asking some cliched question about what he drank, Kayden had his back to him, already beginning to rifle through the fridge's contents for his own stuff. To Kayden's annoyance, someone had stolen a pair of his cans, so he briefly snaked his hand behind the collection for his water, emerging with the large bottle in his hand. He guzzled it quickly outside the fridge, before ceasing, returning it, and emerging with another can of Red Bull.
"Oh? Nah, I don't drink man, can't miss gym, y'know? Hangovers suck."
He cracked open his cold one and turned his attention back to the boy in front of him.
"So you been down to the basement yet? Mikki's got some great music on, been gettin' my dance on for a while," Kayden trilled, while doing a little dance with his hips, still with a wide smile on his face. He was still flowing, and he hoped he could get back down there once he'd finished his drink. Maybe Lorenzo wanted to do the same.
They parked themselves at the sparse counter near the fridge, and while Lorenzo was asking some cliched question about what he drank, Kayden had his back to him, already beginning to rifle through the fridge's contents for his own stuff. To Kayden's annoyance, someone had stolen a pair of his cans, so he briefly snaked his hand behind the collection for his water, emerging with the large bottle in his hand. He guzzled it quickly outside the fridge, before ceasing, returning it, and emerging with another can of Red Bull.
"Oh? Nah, I don't drink man, can't miss gym, y'know? Hangovers suck."
He cracked open his cold one and turned his attention back to the boy in front of him.
"So you been down to the basement yet? Mikki's got some great music on, been gettin' my dance on for a while," Kayden trilled, while doing a little dance with his hips, still with a wide smile on his face. He was still flowing, and he hoped he could get back down there once he'd finished his drink. Maybe Lorenzo wanted to do the same.
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Emmett realized that he should have flat-out refused to partake in this shot drinking game and he knew that he was trapped because Andy didn't seem to know what the fuck personal space is. He wasn't gonna lie, it felt kind of good to have another guy other than his boyfriend holding him somewhat close. Right, his boyfriend who had disappear off somewhere at this crazy-ass party.
Emmett suddenly knew what song that Andy was talking about as soon as he said those words and he almost wanted to cringe. Almost. Tanisha seemed to know what she was doing and Emmett didn't want to admit that he was a tiny bit impressed by her. Even if it was over them drinking. Emmett couldn't help but stare down at the cup of peach vodka that she had handed him and he was feeling unsure about what he was about to do. Since this would be his first time doing something so idiotic.
He let out a frustrated sigh and just shrugged his shoulders. Looks like he was going to join the wild side after all.
"Fuck it...."
He didn't hesitate to tap the cup on the counter and he was speaking as deadpan and as quietly as he could, "Shots shots shots shots shots shots.... E....EVERYBODY!"
Emmett had stuttered on the last word, but he didn't give a flying fuck. And he just downed the vodka. Just like that. Then he shoved the cup down onto the counter and he pulled a bit of a face. Okay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Shit!
Ace suddenly appeared then and Emmett was staring at him. He could have swore that Ace had not been like this before. Why the fuck was he shirtless too? Emmett couldn't help but stare some more.
"....What the fuck is happening...?" Emmett muttered to himself. Was Ace off in highland or fucking what?
Emmett suddenly knew what song that Andy was talking about as soon as he said those words and he almost wanted to cringe. Almost. Tanisha seemed to know what she was doing and Emmett didn't want to admit that he was a tiny bit impressed by her. Even if it was over them drinking. Emmett couldn't help but stare down at the cup of peach vodka that she had handed him and he was feeling unsure about what he was about to do. Since this would be his first time doing something so idiotic.
He let out a frustrated sigh and just shrugged his shoulders. Looks like he was going to join the wild side after all.
"Fuck it...."
He didn't hesitate to tap the cup on the counter and he was speaking as deadpan and as quietly as he could, "Shots shots shots shots shots shots.... E....EVERYBODY!"
Emmett had stuttered on the last word, but he didn't give a flying fuck. And he just downed the vodka. Just like that. Then he shoved the cup down onto the counter and he pulled a bit of a face. Okay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Shit!
Ace suddenly appeared then and Emmett was staring at him. He could have swore that Ace had not been like this before. Why the fuck was he shirtless too? Emmett couldn't help but stare some more.
"....What the fuck is happening...?" Emmett muttered to himself. Was Ace off in highland or fucking what?
Lorenzo watched Kayden closely as he guzzled down some water from the fridge. Oddly enough, Lorenzo didn’t know all that much about the other boy besides the fact that he played football and was pretty openly gay. He’d seen him around the halls and at parties over the years, but the two had never really interacted in any meaningful way. Now that Lorenzo was really getting a chance to look at the other boy, he was surprised by how attracted to the shorter jock he was. The alcohol currently flowing through his system might be a factor in said attraction, but that was neither here nor there.
Lorenzo was feeling a bit flush, and made a grab for the bottle he’d put on the counter moments before to take another generous swig. The burn rushing down his throat made him feel better, and he let out a small breath he didn't even know he was holding in. Kayden finally turned back to face him, holding a can of red bull and declaring that he didn’t drink because he couldn’t risk missing a gym day. That was some generic jock nonsense if he’d ever heard it. Well if it wasn’t alcohol, Kayden had to be on SOMETHING. It really wasn’t any of Lorenzo’s business though, so whatever. He took another shot from the bottle as Kayden started to mention dancing in the basement. Lorenzo smirked at his cute little hip dance.
“Nah not yet.” Lorenzo placed the bottle back on the counter and slid himself a little closer to the jock. “Maybe you can show me some of your moves?” As he said this he let the fingers of his left hand draw a line down Kayden’s torso, starting from the top button of his shirt and working his way to his waist, staring into the blue eyes of the blonde all the while.
Lorenzo was feeling a bit flush, and made a grab for the bottle he’d put on the counter moments before to take another generous swig. The burn rushing down his throat made him feel better, and he let out a small breath he didn't even know he was holding in. Kayden finally turned back to face him, holding a can of red bull and declaring that he didn’t drink because he couldn’t risk missing a gym day. That was some generic jock nonsense if he’d ever heard it. Well if it wasn’t alcohol, Kayden had to be on SOMETHING. It really wasn’t any of Lorenzo’s business though, so whatever. He took another shot from the bottle as Kayden started to mention dancing in the basement. Lorenzo smirked at his cute little hip dance.
“Nah not yet.” Lorenzo placed the bottle back on the counter and slid himself a little closer to the jock. “Maybe you can show me some of your moves?” As he said this he let the fingers of his left hand draw a line down Kayden’s torso, starting from the top button of his shirt and working his way to his waist, staring into the blue eyes of the blonde all the while.
((Erika Stieglitz continued from Vapor in the Air))
There had been an hour or two when Erika was wondering when the real drugs would kick in. She'd spent that time outside, meandering through a few groups of people, and aggressively bugging Tyrell to show his broken struggle-muffin self at this shindig. Sure, there was probably half a dozen people who might wanna throw a fist at his face but after the sheer quantity of Molly she'd brought she doubted anyone was going to be in the mood to make war.
Now love? That seemed to be unfolding right before her eyes, as she entered the kitchen from the backyard. Or at least, something one might charitably refer to as such. Her eyes adjusted, and immediately flicked to some bright green hair. Lorenzo. Making moves on Kayden.
What else would he be doing, anyways?
She remembered the job that Mikki had given her. Or at least, the job that she'd given herself to which Mikki had replied "of course!" to. That was making sure nobody here remained sober any longer than they absolutely had to. Not just getting them drunk. Opening their minds so to speak. It was a burden, but one she could bear. She reached into her messenger bag and produced a couple of tiny velvet bags containing the aforementioned Molly. That, and one hell of a joint. Her own personal party had yet to kick in, so she figured getting high was probably not the worst idea in the world.
That tab was proooobably a dud. Oh well, Mary Jane'll keep me company. She likes parties. I don't. Gods, parties are terrifying.
Speaking as she lit the joint and taking the introductory puff or three, she scampered over to where everybody in the kitchen seemed to be congregating. Finding that the space next to Lorenzo and Kayden was also more or less where she needed to go to re-enter the rest of the party, she ended up leaning against a wall next to the two of them.
Okay. Fuck social anxiety, I'm on drugs. Everyone knows it so nothing matters. Right?
She spoke at Lorenzo and Kayden, though it was also mostly for everyone else around. She figured it would eventually find its way into someone's hands even if those two were too busy getting busy to try The Good Stuff™.
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus. Here-"
Erika tossed a few of the two velvet pouches in their direction. They were old jewlery pouches she'd kept for years and re-purposed into little drug packages. They kept the little drugs safe and only slightly less conspicuous.
"-it's M, and it's better than anything you've had before. Some old hippie in the mountains who makes all my drugs made that. It's chemically pure because... he's not just a felon, he's a shaman and an artist."
At this moment, Erika realized two things. First, she was completely surrounded by The Gays. On the one hand it made her feel pretty comfortable, because their lack of attraction to her meant no song and dance to keep them away. They probably wouldn't have an issue on the slim chance in hell she let it slip she was trans, either. Well, maybe not necessarily. You'd think being queer in the south would mean some level of solidarity but that had been proven time and again to not be the case.
That, and I'm probably getting in the way of something here.
Without warning, Lorenzo's hair shimmered and began to sparkle.
Oh no. Is he literally sparkling? Is he THAT gay?
No doubt anyone who looked at her would notice that her pupils were like supermassive black holes. It was time to make an exit. She took a long puff of her joint to steady herself.
"Anywho, have fun. There's at least four doses in there. Tell your friends, lovers, whoever. Just don't tell 'em it was me! Oh and nice wings, Emmett! You look like an angel."
With that, Erika stumbled off. She hoped Ty would be here soon.
What a good human. He isn't a struggle muffin at all. That's ridiculous! Broken though. So, so broken.
((???Erika Stieglitz???))
There had been an hour or two when Erika was wondering when the real drugs would kick in. She'd spent that time outside, meandering through a few groups of people, and aggressively bugging Tyrell to show his broken struggle-muffin self at this shindig. Sure, there was probably half a dozen people who might wanna throw a fist at his face but after the sheer quantity of Molly she'd brought she doubted anyone was going to be in the mood to make war.
Now love? That seemed to be unfolding right before her eyes, as she entered the kitchen from the backyard. Or at least, something one might charitably refer to as such. Her eyes adjusted, and immediately flicked to some bright green hair. Lorenzo. Making moves on Kayden.
What else would he be doing, anyways?
She remembered the job that Mikki had given her. Or at least, the job that she'd given herself to which Mikki had replied "of course!" to. That was making sure nobody here remained sober any longer than they absolutely had to. Not just getting them drunk. Opening their minds so to speak. It was a burden, but one she could bear. She reached into her messenger bag and produced a couple of tiny velvet bags containing the aforementioned Molly. That, and one hell of a joint. Her own personal party had yet to kick in, so she figured getting high was probably not the worst idea in the world.
That tab was proooobably a dud. Oh well, Mary Jane'll keep me company. She likes parties. I don't. Gods, parties are terrifying.
Speaking as she lit the joint and taking the introductory puff or three, she scampered over to where everybody in the kitchen seemed to be congregating. Finding that the space next to Lorenzo and Kayden was also more or less where she needed to go to re-enter the rest of the party, she ended up leaning against a wall next to the two of them.
Okay. Fuck social anxiety, I'm on drugs. Everyone knows it so nothing matters. Right?
She spoke at Lorenzo and Kayden, though it was also mostly for everyone else around. She figured it would eventually find its way into someone's hands even if those two were too busy getting busy to try The Good Stuff™.
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus. Here-"
Erika tossed a few of the two velvet pouches in their direction. They were old jewlery pouches she'd kept for years and re-purposed into little drug packages. They kept the little drugs safe and only slightly less conspicuous.
"-it's M, and it's better than anything you've had before. Some old hippie in the mountains who makes all my drugs made that. It's chemically pure because... he's not just a felon, he's a shaman and an artist."
At this moment, Erika realized two things. First, she was completely surrounded by The Gays. On the one hand it made her feel pretty comfortable, because their lack of attraction to her meant no song and dance to keep them away. They probably wouldn't have an issue on the slim chance in hell she let it slip she was trans, either. Well, maybe not necessarily. You'd think being queer in the south would mean some level of solidarity but that had been proven time and again to not be the case.
That, and I'm probably getting in the way of something here.
Without warning, Lorenzo's hair shimmered and began to sparkle.
Oh no. Is he literally sparkling? Is he THAT gay?
No doubt anyone who looked at her would notice that her pupils were like supermassive black holes. It was time to make an exit. She took a long puff of her joint to steady herself.
"Anywho, have fun. There's at least four doses in there. Tell your friends, lovers, whoever. Just don't tell 'em it was me! Oh and nice wings, Emmett! You look like an angel."
With that, Erika stumbled off. She hoped Ty would be here soon.
What a good human. He isn't a struggle muffin at all. That's ridiculous! Broken though. So, so broken.
((???Erika Stieglitz???))
Someone was back in Kayden's personal space again, but this time it was a person Kayden could stand. A person who was also making their intentions fairly open, come to think of it - usually, when Kayden went through this kind of song and dance it was a bit more prolonged. Of course, it could also end with the other guy deciding that he didn't like Kayden's personality, or he wanted someone older (or in the case of one older gentleman, someone a year younger) - but there wasn't anything particularly wrong with the shortened queue coming from the other side, was there?
Kayden kept his eye on Lorenzo's fingers, mindful of where they could go, and eventually they flickered back up to the other boy's. He was rather cute, wasn't he? Why hadn't they crossed paths too often before this party? Kayden could just lick his whole face off right now if he wanted to, he certainly had the energy for it. In fact, he could probably do that all ni-
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus."
If Kayden had even a hair less self-control he would have unleashed upon the random interloper, regardless of which stoned random it was, but he settled for suddenly shooting her the dirtiest look he could manage at the time while still holding a smile on his face, before two small packages flew through the air and one of them found itself in Kayden's non-drink hand. He stared blankly at it with wide open eyes, listening to the girl's voice as she echoed off into nowhere. His own eyes made their way upwards and suddenly he was gazing into the abyss of her eyes, which were as large pupil'd as his own were back in the bathroom mirror a few minutes ago. He cocked his head vacantly before she buzzed off into nowhere, and suddenly Kayden was back with Lorenzo.
"...'kay."
Kayden looked at Lorenzo quietly for a few seconds, blinking several times, before raising his Red Bull to his mouth and downing the entire drink as fast as he could. He absentmindedly crushed the can to a smaller size, fumbled the velvet pouch around in his fingers a bit before reaching across into back pocket of Lorenzo's jeans and sliding the package in.
"Not my thing. You have it."
He just realized the compromising position he'd found himself in, and met Lorenzo's eyes again. He retrieved his hand, before grabbing Lorenzo's own, and motioning with his head towards the basement door.
"C'mon. Let's dance."
Kayden kept his eye on Lorenzo's fingers, mindful of where they could go, and eventually they flickered back up to the other boy's. He was rather cute, wasn't he? Why hadn't they crossed paths too often before this party? Kayden could just lick his whole face off right now if he wanted to, he certainly had the energy for it. In fact, he could probably do that all ni-
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus."
If Kayden had even a hair less self-control he would have unleashed upon the random interloper, regardless of which stoned random it was, but he settled for suddenly shooting her the dirtiest look he could manage at the time while still holding a smile on his face, before two small packages flew through the air and one of them found itself in Kayden's non-drink hand. He stared blankly at it with wide open eyes, listening to the girl's voice as she echoed off into nowhere. His own eyes made their way upwards and suddenly he was gazing into the abyss of her eyes, which were as large pupil'd as his own were back in the bathroom mirror a few minutes ago. He cocked his head vacantly before she buzzed off into nowhere, and suddenly Kayden was back with Lorenzo.
"...'kay."
Kayden looked at Lorenzo quietly for a few seconds, blinking several times, before raising his Red Bull to his mouth and downing the entire drink as fast as he could. He absentmindedly crushed the can to a smaller size, fumbled the velvet pouch around in his fingers a bit before reaching across into back pocket of Lorenzo's jeans and sliding the package in.
"Not my thing. You have it."
He just realized the compromising position he'd found himself in, and met Lorenzo's eyes again. He retrieved his hand, before grabbing Lorenzo's own, and motioning with his head towards the basement door.
"C'mon. Let's dance."
Lorenzo’s proverbial spell was doing it’s trick. Kayden was into it, and the two were locked in an intense staring contest that could only end in one way. Lorenzo’s smirk widened and he stepped in, getting ever-so-much closer to the blonde jock, dipping his head just enough to start his lips on a trajectory to hit their intended target. This was going so well it was as if he’d had it planned the whole time; kudos to him for being able to improvise a situation out of nothing. Lorenzo’s eyes were burning the image of Kayden’s baby blues into his memory banks as he got closer. Just a few more inches and-
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus."
Lorenzo let out a (quite) audibly frustrated groan as he backed off from Kayden to glare at whoever just spoiled his fun. The vacant eyes of an obviously very high Erika looked back at him, and his glare did little to derail the hurricane that she currently was. Before he knew it she tossed two little velvet bags at Kayden and himself, declaring it the best molly they’d ever get. Lorenzo had to hand it to her, tossing drugs at him was probably the best way to make up for spoiling a make-out session with a hot blonde.
Touche, Erika.
And as quickly as she blasted her way into the kitchen, she was gone again, no doubt to spread her quality drugs to other party-goers. Lorenzo followed her retreat with his eyes before turning back to Kayden with a bemused look on his face. The girl knew how to make an exit, that was for sure. Kayden looked utterly confused, and quickly chugged what was left of his red bull before crushing the can and looking at Lorenzo again, taking the velvet baggie he’d caught and shoving it into the back pocket of Lorenzo’s jeans. Lorenzo ‘s smile widened, as now they were standing pretty much chest-to-chest, Kayden’s hand in his back pocket grabbing his ass, and the two of them looking into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lot longer than the probably few seconds it was happening. Kayden snaked his hand out of his back pocket and used that hand to grab onto Lorenzo’s free hand instead, pulling him to the basement so they could dance.
The smile plastered itself on his face as he let himself be led along, a slight blush creeping onto his face. That was probably the alcohol’s doing. Lorenzo was happy to just let Kayden pull him along behind him, down the stairs and into the basement, where the music was blaring loudly, and the darkness made everything a bit more mysterious. Lorenzo quickly opened the baggie that Erika bestowed him with and pulled out a pill, popping the MDMA into his mouth and swallowing it discreetly, though he doubted he really had to be very discreet. What was left in the bag (and there seemed to be plenty left, Erika you goddess) was placed quickly into his front pocket for safekeeping.
Kayden continued to lead him through the mass of dancing students, and Lorenzo dutifully followed along. As things tend to go in a crowd of people, someone shoved into Lorenzo from behind and he was soon right up against Kayden’s back, their fingers still intertwined, his chin resting on Kayden’s shoulder, breathing softly into the other boy’s ear. His free hand slid it’s way up Kayden’s side before wrapping around the other teen’s chest and grinding their bodies together slightly.
"Heeeeey kids, leave room for Jesus."
Lorenzo let out a (quite) audibly frustrated groan as he backed off from Kayden to glare at whoever just spoiled his fun. The vacant eyes of an obviously very high Erika looked back at him, and his glare did little to derail the hurricane that she currently was. Before he knew it she tossed two little velvet bags at Kayden and himself, declaring it the best molly they’d ever get. Lorenzo had to hand it to her, tossing drugs at him was probably the best way to make up for spoiling a make-out session with a hot blonde.
Touche, Erika.
And as quickly as she blasted her way into the kitchen, she was gone again, no doubt to spread her quality drugs to other party-goers. Lorenzo followed her retreat with his eyes before turning back to Kayden with a bemused look on his face. The girl knew how to make an exit, that was for sure. Kayden looked utterly confused, and quickly chugged what was left of his red bull before crushing the can and looking at Lorenzo again, taking the velvet baggie he’d caught and shoving it into the back pocket of Lorenzo’s jeans. Lorenzo ‘s smile widened, as now they were standing pretty much chest-to-chest, Kayden’s hand in his back pocket grabbing his ass, and the two of them looking into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lot longer than the probably few seconds it was happening. Kayden snaked his hand out of his back pocket and used that hand to grab onto Lorenzo’s free hand instead, pulling him to the basement so they could dance.
The smile plastered itself on his face as he let himself be led along, a slight blush creeping onto his face. That was probably the alcohol’s doing. Lorenzo was happy to just let Kayden pull him along behind him, down the stairs and into the basement, where the music was blaring loudly, and the darkness made everything a bit more mysterious. Lorenzo quickly opened the baggie that Erika bestowed him with and pulled out a pill, popping the MDMA into his mouth and swallowing it discreetly, though he doubted he really had to be very discreet. What was left in the bag (and there seemed to be plenty left, Erika you goddess) was placed quickly into his front pocket for safekeeping.
Kayden continued to lead him through the mass of dancing students, and Lorenzo dutifully followed along. As things tend to go in a crowd of people, someone shoved into Lorenzo from behind and he was soon right up against Kayden’s back, their fingers still intertwined, his chin resting on Kayden’s shoulder, breathing softly into the other boy’s ear. His free hand slid it’s way up Kayden’s side before wrapping around the other teen’s chest and grinding their bodies together slightly.
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"Sweet!" Bert exclaimed, "wanna relocate, though? I don't really feel like spacing out in the middle of the hallway."
Which is exactly what she had been doing, since she got to the party. A whole lot of things had been going on around her that she hadn't aimed her focus at, since there was no reason to. It hadn't directly involved her. Had she found her way into a large, large group like that, she would probably have had trouble getting back to herself. Especially if the offer of drugs on a higher pedigree than what she had in her possession came into play. Bert knew that she'd have a rough time refusing that offer. In her own words, a first time for everything.
Where to get lit, though? Well, the bathroom could be a fun option, or somewhere upstairs. Shit, maybe ducking off into the corner to just take it and then going downstairs to get crazy would be fun. Bert needed to think about it and had no time to do so. Chop chop. Night's winding down. FOMO firing on four cylinders.
"Up to you," she decided on, giving Cam the choice, "if it's your first time, we should go somewhere that you feel comfortable with. My first time was out in the middle of the woods at night, and I couldn't see shit at all, even if it was fun until I got home and got yelled at for very obviously smelling like what I did, but there's probably like, fa-breeze and shit here, so we can avoid that, and not worry about anyone being able to tell. I'm good at that. Avoiding people being able to tell that I'm doing something. Maybe it's because I'm small."
Bert's thoughts trailed off with her words.
Which is exactly what she had been doing, since she got to the party. A whole lot of things had been going on around her that she hadn't aimed her focus at, since there was no reason to. It hadn't directly involved her. Had she found her way into a large, large group like that, she would probably have had trouble getting back to herself. Especially if the offer of drugs on a higher pedigree than what she had in her possession came into play. Bert knew that she'd have a rough time refusing that offer. In her own words, a first time for everything.
Where to get lit, though? Well, the bathroom could be a fun option, or somewhere upstairs. Shit, maybe ducking off into the corner to just take it and then going downstairs to get crazy would be fun. Bert needed to think about it and had no time to do so. Chop chop. Night's winding down. FOMO firing on four cylinders.
"Up to you," she decided on, giving Cam the choice, "if it's your first time, we should go somewhere that you feel comfortable with. My first time was out in the middle of the woods at night, and I couldn't see shit at all, even if it was fun until I got home and got yelled at for very obviously smelling like what I did, but there's probably like, fa-breeze and shit here, so we can avoid that, and not worry about anyone being able to tell. I'm good at that. Avoiding people being able to tell that I'm doing something. Maybe it's because I'm small."
Bert's thoughts trailed off with her words.
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- Most of the minimal thoughts running through Kayden's head were replaced by the loud pump of music coursing not just through the overtaxed speakers, but through his very veins. He became re-energized, leading the other boy down the stairs and back to where he'd felt at home. Every step through the crowd to a nice open spot synchronized to the beat and were he not dealing with a bump of ecstasy he could have closed his eyes and lost himself. But he couldn't close his eyes - he still had to know where he was going and lead Lorenzo there as well.
Kayden felt himself stumble a bit as Lorenzo stumbled into him, their skin suddenly very close. The other boy's breath in his ear, hand on his chest and crotch against the back of his jeans was like a switch in his brain, turning him from a silent but manic leader to a sudden reminder of the power of music. Momentarily untangling the fingers from Lorenzo's, Kayden slipped his hand down the middle of his shirt and began to undo as many buttons as he could. He could feel his skin breathe again, the energetic air of the dancefloor meeting all the nerve endings he could remember owning, and he turned back around to his companion.
Words were useless here, and not just because the summer house remix of 'New Rules' drowned everything out. Kayden simply met Lorenzo's eyes again and draped his arms over the other boy's shoulders while dancing himself clean to the drop.
Kayden felt himself stumble a bit as Lorenzo stumbled into him, their skin suddenly very close. The other boy's breath in his ear, hand on his chest and crotch against the back of his jeans was like a switch in his brain, turning him from a silent but manic leader to a sudden reminder of the power of music. Momentarily untangling the fingers from Lorenzo's, Kayden slipped his hand down the middle of his shirt and began to undo as many buttons as he could. He could feel his skin breathe again, the energetic air of the dancefloor meeting all the nerve endings he could remember owning, and he turned back around to his companion.
Words were useless here, and not just because the summer house remix of 'New Rules' drowned everything out. Kayden simply met Lorenzo's eyes again and draped his arms over the other boy's shoulders while dancing himself clean to the drop.
The music felt like it was flowing through Lorenzo’s body as he and Kayden continued their light grind on the dance floor. Kayden’s hand suddenly slipped out of his, and Kayden spun around to face Lorenzo, his shirt now mostly unbuttoned, giving Lorenzo a fantastic view of his muscular torso. Lorenzo licked his lips a bit, his mouth all of a sudden feeling quite dry, as his head spun in time to the beat of the dance music blaring through the speakers. Kayden’s arms wrapped themselves around Lorenzo’s neck and the two locked eyes. Their bodies moved with the song, and Lorenzo felt himself losing his senses, the others around them becoming a blur as he focused all his attention on the boy in front of him. Words escaped him, unable to form any sort of sound as they stared into what felt like each other’s souls. Lorenzo felt vulnerable, which was a feeling he was very much not used to.
Breaking the eye contact for a split second, his eyes fluttered down to the boy’s plump lips before returning to the deep blue abyss that was Kayden’s eyes. Lorenzo leaned forward slowly, his right arm wrapping itself tighter around Kayden’s waist as his left slowly made its way up the blonde’s back, stopping on the back of his neck. There was only one way this was going, and Lorenzo searched the other boy’s eyes for permission as he dove his head in, crashing his lips against the shorter jock’s. Lorenzo's eyes fluttered closed as he beckoned for entry into his companion's mouth with his tongue, pulling the other boy into the kiss roughly with his left hand.
Breaking the eye contact for a split second, his eyes fluttered down to the boy’s plump lips before returning to the deep blue abyss that was Kayden’s eyes. Lorenzo leaned forward slowly, his right arm wrapping itself tighter around Kayden’s waist as his left slowly made its way up the blonde’s back, stopping on the back of his neck. There was only one way this was going, and Lorenzo searched the other boy’s eyes for permission as he dove his head in, crashing his lips against the shorter jock’s. Lorenzo's eyes fluttered closed as he beckoned for entry into his companion's mouth with his tongue, pulling the other boy into the kiss roughly with his left hand.
Tanisha would have liked to have enjoyed that post-shot bliss for a few more seconds when the dude who supplied them the peach vodka suddenly returned. She looked past the others in the circle and at the guy who walked in. She also had to bite her lower lip upon seeing him shirtless and sweaty, cause damn did he suddenly remind her of a molten lava cake. Tanisha was starting to wonder if she could convince him to do body shots on the kitchen table while she called him Prince T’Challa.
However, the sudden arrival of the thirst trap and the potential for body shots was interrupted when it became clear something was fucked up. Tanisha looked over him (several times, once to check his health, and the rest because she could) and could see he was definitely not drunk. Unless he directly injected a spare bottle of peach vodka into his biceps, he probably was on something harder. It was the only reason he was suddenly dancing in place. That was the kind of dancing you only did if you were on some substance.
Still, Tanisha didn’t want to kill the vibe entirely. She was still the Shot Queen, so before someone else in the circle started to worry, she could take control.
“Hey, man,” she said. “You might have missed the first round. But listen, we can play another game in just a sec. Let’s start fresh though.”
Tanisha grabbed another cup and downed the shot. She had taken quite a few in the last few minutes, so she’d probably need to get some water in her soon before she did something dumb. Granted, this was the party where you were expected to be dumb, but not the kind of dumb that got someone killed or arrested or denied their college admittance.
“So guys,” she said to the others in the shot circle, “How about something different? How about Never Have I Ever?”
However, the sudden arrival of the thirst trap and the potential for body shots was interrupted when it became clear something was fucked up. Tanisha looked over him (several times, once to check his health, and the rest because she could) and could see he was definitely not drunk. Unless he directly injected a spare bottle of peach vodka into his biceps, he probably was on something harder. It was the only reason he was suddenly dancing in place. That was the kind of dancing you only did if you were on some substance.
Still, Tanisha didn’t want to kill the vibe entirely. She was still the Shot Queen, so before someone else in the circle started to worry, she could take control.
“Hey, man,” she said. “You might have missed the first round. But listen, we can play another game in just a sec. Let’s start fresh though.”
Tanisha grabbed another cup and downed the shot. She had taken quite a few in the last few minutes, so she’d probably need to get some water in her soon before she did something dumb. Granted, this was the party where you were expected to be dumb, but not the kind of dumb that got someone killed or arrested or denied their college admittance.
“So guys,” she said to the others in the shot circle, “How about something different? How about Never Have I Ever?”
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"Uh..."
So here was Bert offering to take Camilla to a place of her choice to get high out of their minds. Alright Camilla, where do people smoke weed, generally? Well, they do it in bathrooms, closets, creepy unused stairwells that would probably break at any moment... or something. One of those would do. Pick one, pick one, pick one-
"Some closet would be fine, yeah?"
She glanced back down at the bottle in her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise. Damn, did she really drink that much in that amount of time? No wonder she was already feeling weird.
Okay, she said the thing, now they can just go. And hopefully nobody who knew her would see her stumble out of some room with half the lights in her head off and the other half dimmed to the point of invisibility... oh dear god. She would have to go home like this. She couldn't call mom to pick her up, that was just a no-no. You know what else was off limits? Walking home. In the middle of the night. Drunk and high.
"Shit," she muttered, very very quietly.
So here was Bert offering to take Camilla to a place of her choice to get high out of their minds. Alright Camilla, where do people smoke weed, generally? Well, they do it in bathrooms, closets, creepy unused stairwells that would probably break at any moment... or something. One of those would do. Pick one, pick one, pick one-
"Some closet would be fine, yeah?"
She glanced back down at the bottle in her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise. Damn, did she really drink that much in that amount of time? No wonder she was already feeling weird.
Okay, she said the thing, now they can just go. And hopefully nobody who knew her would see her stumble out of some room with half the lights in her head off and the other half dimmed to the point of invisibility... oh dear god. She would have to go home like this. She couldn't call mom to pick her up, that was just a no-no. You know what else was off limits? Walking home. In the middle of the night. Drunk and high.
"Shit," she muttered, very very quietly.
