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?

[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]

[raises his head, looking at the boy]

Why hello, Keyblade~

[devilish grin]

Oh this? Just some vodka.

[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]

No offense, but you look about fourteen.

[sits up a bit straighter, wincing slightly as the movement tugs on the bites on his chest and sides. he reaches for the bottle, smiling at the brunette]

[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?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Something tells me you're ridiculously flexible.

[sips at the bottle, taking several swallows]

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

I-I do.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[pats the spot next to him, the bottle still in hand]

Come here~

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[happy to obey, like a curious puppy]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen]

Christ, really?

[oh yeah, you've got his attention now. black pants seem a little tighter across his groin at this]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[gently pushes the bottle into the Keyblade's hand]

Take just a sip.

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Kay.

[so he tries, and ends up sputtering a little]

Wh-what is that stuff? [scrunches his face up]

[luffs on] No worries~

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[inhales sharply, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he snatches the bottle back for himself, taking a long pull]

Y-you don't say...

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[and someone sees his darling boy, bringing his own swaying hips over until he plops his ass right on Axel's lap, riding up against him.]

Sora, I've been looking for you~

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Strawberry vodka, love~

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

It's kind of good... but it still tasted weird.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[damn near chokes in surprise, definitely not expecting a Roxas in his lap]

He belong to you?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

The weird would be the alcohol.

[nuzzles the boy]

Want more~?

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[grins.]

Good, but lonely.

[turns back to Axel, naked shoulders rolling. ohhh, this boy is riddled in all sorts of vulgar words and piercings no straight man would proudly bear.]

Yeah. And?

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Umm, sure.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Just asking~ He's lovely... as are you.

[licks his lips, pulling a vodka bottle out from under the couch cushions as he eyes the Sora]

Nice try, tiger.