and the band played on--

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[someone stayed at the party only long enough to grab a few drinks and retreat. his new place of residence is a sofa somewhere away from the festivities, halfway out of his fancy borrowed tux, nursing his last remaining glass. he's taking a sip every time he sees someone else in high dress pass by]

Twenty-three... twenty-four...

[ooc: replies will come later: going to the lake to swim, yaaaaaaay~]

Comments

[pedofood.livejournal.com]

Well if this isn't familiar, I don't know what is.

[smirks, settling beside him. he's actually slept through most of this one, so the only thing he has on now is a long shirt and a pair of boxers.]

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

Aw, and I was tryin' so hard to be unpredictable.

[pedofood.livejournal.com]

[totally not scooting over to straddle his lap again.]

So are we gonna have a repeat performance?

[because he's totally up for making out.]

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

I s'pose, unless you've got some new material for me.

[pedofood.livejournal.com]

[n-not very tasty, but. he'll take it.]

New material? ..um.

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

Nothin'? Oh well, this is my favorite gig, anyway.