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garbagefires2018-10-24 10:52 pm
ofseraphim) wrote in garbagefires2018-10-24 10:52 pm
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[sormik] party don't stop till he walk in
[ Sometimes -- just sometimes!! -- Sorey wonders why he’s friends with the likes of Rose.
Except, not really. He loves his friends! All of them! Unconditionally! Even when they drag him off to parties he’s quite sure he has zero business being at. Which, on that note, what is he doing here?? It’s dark, overcrowded, and most of all, loud. As in, this is an apartment and they’re definitely breaking some noise ordinances kind of loud. Arguably worst of all? No sooner than they walked in together, Rose slipped off into the distance, led by the hands and arms of people obviously grateful to see her. ”I’ll be right back! You wait here, I’ll introduce you to everyone!”
Uh-huh. Suuure.
Honestly, Sorey doesn’t fault her. Plus, that’s nothing he can’t take into his own hands, right? Right! He’s friendly enough to have a good time and make conversation with strangers! ...But he can’t even hear himself think with the thump of that bass, let alone chat someone up. Seriously, for a social affair, it’s a pretty impractical setup.
So, after a while he grows tired of being a smartlyover-dressed fly on the wall simply smiling amiably at fellow party-goers -- oh, and of not being able to hear himself think, as mentioned above -- and politely squeezes past pairs of tangled bodies and couples in various stages of... things... to the bar. Er, kitchen, but. Mostly a bar, for the moment. Wherein, he can finally breathe out -- without the risk of smelling (or inhaling) something funny.
It’s quieter here, and he fits in alright, doesn’t he? If only for purposes of camouflage, he’s got a drink in his hand: The good ol’ cliché garden variety welcome to the party now here’s your red solo cup of mystery juice special™. And that’s exactly why he’s sniffed it more than swallowed it -- it even smells like an all-nighter in the bathroom. Yikes. No thanks.
So, in summation: He’s here, (wherever here is), he’s tragically sober, and he knows no one in eyeshot. But! At least he can think again. That’s a plus. And, now that he’s a bit more removed from the music, he might be able to actually converse with someone! The possibilities are endless. ]
Except, not really. He loves his friends! All of them! Unconditionally! Even when they drag him off to parties he’s quite sure he has zero business being at. Which, on that note, what is he doing here?? It’s dark, overcrowded, and most of all, loud. As in, this is an apartment and they’re definitely breaking some noise ordinances kind of loud. Arguably worst of all? No sooner than they walked in together, Rose slipped off into the distance, led by the hands and arms of people obviously grateful to see her. ”I’ll be right back! You wait here, I’ll introduce you to everyone!”
Uh-huh. Suuure.
Honestly, Sorey doesn’t fault her. Plus, that’s nothing he can’t take into his own hands, right? Right! He’s friendly enough to have a good time and make conversation with strangers! ...But he can’t even hear himself think with the thump of that bass, let alone chat someone up. Seriously, for a social affair, it’s a pretty impractical setup.
So, after a while he grows tired of being a smartly
It’s quieter here, and he fits in alright, doesn’t he? If only for purposes of camouflage, he’s got a drink in his hand: The good ol’ cliché garden variety welcome to the party now here’s your red solo cup of mystery juice special™. And that’s exactly why he’s sniffed it more than swallowed it -- it even smells like an all-nighter in the bathroom. Yikes. No thanks.
So, in summation: He’s here, (wherever here is), he’s tragically sober, and he knows no one in eyeshot. But! At least he can think again. That’s a plus. And, now that he’s a bit more removed from the music, he might be able to actually converse with someone! The possibilities are endless. ]
IT WAS! our sorey and mikleo cosplays took best overall craftsmanship, i'm stoked
But, someone must've failed to cue the laugh track that should normally be playing here, because instead of raucous amusement, there's only silence. Continued, sustained silence.
...o-oh. Well, he guesses... he's a real, bonafide hero, then. Is he blushing? His face feels hot. Good time to hide it behind the menu, for no real reason in particular, and pretend to keep browsing. It peeks back up in just a moment anyway because DID SOMEONE SAY COOL HISTORY??? ]
Makes sense! I'm an Anthropology major, so that explains us having a professor in common. [ A beat. ] Kinda hard to believe I haven't seen you around on campus, actually.
[ I'd remember you, if I had. Not just because Sorey is pretty good with faces, either.
But, that goes unspoken, because saying it right now would be creepy, and Sorey is on his bestest-best, tip-top gentlemanly behavior. More so than usual, that is; because Mikleo deserves that kind of treatment. Plus, now that he's mentioned history, oh man. Sorey had never bothered with labels; never pinned himself as gay, straight, or otherwise. But if he's ever had a "type"... ]
So! [ Time to take a breath, because his heart is a big bass drum in his chest. (Though to be fair, he can't tell if that's the mention of history, the fact that it's been brought up by this very attractive person across from him, or both.) ] What are some of your favorite topics?
[ Left plural because, if he's anything like Sorey, he'll have to list a few. (Low-key litmus test, here.) ]