alcoholic kind of mood.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[sprawled out on a couch, wearing just a pair of tight black jeans that aren't even buttoned at the moment. Adorning his neck are at least three pairs of vampire bites, a few sitting pretty on his torso as well. In the crook of his arm is a nearly empty bottle of expensive vodka, a fresh one waiting for him on the coffee table]

I haven't even been here for a week, and I've been shagged senseless by a god, become a blood donor for a vampire, got my fucking arm ripped off, and have been found by my Roxas from home.

[shakes his head, taking a deep swig of the vodka, finishing it off with a content grin]

All this place needs is a dance club with an open bar, and it could actually be worthwhile.

[sets down the bottle, grabbing the fresh one and cracking it open]

What do you kids do around here for fun anyway?

Comments

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

I dunno.

[head scratch]

What was that stuff?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[raises his head, looking at the boy]

Why hello, Keyblade~

[devilish grin]

Oh this? Just some vodka.

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

What's vod-ka?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

A gift from the gods. Burns a little, but sinfully delicious.

[offers the bottle]

Wanna try?

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

I-I do.

[yourfighter.livejournal.com]

[he's still wary around Axels, and really, the fact that he doubts the Axel he's trying to avoid would have those bites is the only thing that keeps him from running.]

Glad someone's having fun here.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Define fun, little one. This is normal behavior for me. Being sober is definitely overrated.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

A Sora who shares my love for one night stands? Be still my heart!

[grins at the boy]

Care for a drink?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Given up the night life? Bit young for commitment, don't you think?

[holds out the newly opened bottle of strawberry flavored vodka]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

It's come up. No better way to kill time, if you ask me.

[grins] Are you offering, pretty one?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow, looking the blond over]

I see you share the same opinion then.

[lifts himself off the couch with more grace than most people would give him credit for, eyes flicking to the hall]

Shall we then?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Well, they just had a dance party. I don't know otherwise.

[he's getting a little more comfortable with Axels now, but isn't quite making eye contact.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

A dance party? Must have been too wrapped up in getting my arm reattached and making new friends to notice.

[tilts his head]

I know you're not the biggest Axel fan, but would you like some vodka?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

... arm reattached?

[he stares, then glances down to the bottle. ... he's not really legal, but--]

Uh, sure.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[gestures to his left shoulder where a thick shiny scar sits pretty]

Mouthed off to the wrong loony bin.

[offers up the bottle, a smile dancing on his lips]

[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

(she's reading The Divine Comedy Volume 1:Inferno)

Read.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Interesting choice of reading material.

[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

It's a good book. Plus, it reminds me of the dressing room.

(she saves her spot, and flips to the first page)

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
It's not exactly the same, but pretty close.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I'd have to agree.

I remember reading it at one point.