Glitter and Cocaine

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He shouldn't be here, he thinks. Going to parties leads to sex and drugs and having to actually communicate with people and he hates all three of those things.

Okay, he doesn't hate them. Hate isn't the right word. Rather, he's scared of sex and drugs and communicating with people. His lack of social skills is the reason his best friend brought him to this party. That and all the hot jocks that would be here.

But once he lays his beautiful, sapphire eyes on the quarterback of his rival school's football team downing shot after shot like it's a glass of water, his already rapid heartbeat quickens and his palms become sweaty and he feels the sudden need to go speak to that boy. But his focus and train of thought is ruined when his best friend drags him to the living room where a group of teenagers sit around a large, glass coffee table playing Cards Against Humanity. Killua's best friend pulls him close so the two boys are side by side as he lowers his mouth to Killua's ear.

"I brought seventy dollars just in case you wanted to try something. I'm buying from somebody tonight, one of the jocks. He and I planned to meet up over social media and he brought me a cart and a few xans. You don't have to try anything so don't feel pressured. Like I said, just in case," His best friend whispers.

Killua looks up at him with wide eyes. "Kurapika, you know how I feel about drugs... A-And who even is this guy?"

"He goes to Doli High and he's the quarterback of their football team. I've never met him in person before but I saw what he looked like from his profile so I'll be able to find him. We're supposed to be meeting upstairs at nine so in about..." Kurapika checks his watch mid-sentence, "...fifteen minutes."

"Are you sure about this? What if he tampered with the drugs?" Killua asks worriedly.

"What if he does?" Kurapika asks, rolling his shoulders up in a shrug. "I'll throw up some blood and maybe pass out, then it'll be over with. Nothing I haven't been through before."

"You can't just act so nonchalant about it! And you know how I feel about throw up! If you puke, I can't take care of you!" Killua whisper-shouts.

Kurapika chuckles, tucking a piece of bright bumblebee yellow hair behind his ear. "I don't need you to take care of me. Don't stress your pretty little head."

Killua grumbles under his breath and turns his attention to the kids surrounding the table, watching as they read their cards aloud and giggle.

"Okay, a romantic, candlelit dinner would be incomplete without blank," One player reads aloud before closing his eyes and letting everyone pick their cards. Giggles spill from drunken lips as all the other players pick their cards and lay them face down on the table.

"Why can't all parties be like this?" Killua whispers to Kurapika, "Just little innocent games."

"Because what's the fun in that? You gotta live a little, Kil. Will you at least drink tonight?" Kurapika asks, checking the time on his silver watch again. They have about eleven minutes until they have to go find the dealer.

"I'll take some apple juice," Killua deadpans, staring up at Kurapika with his fragile, porcelain arms crossed over his chest.

Kurapika rolls his eyes. "You are such a child." He turns to lean his back against the living room wall as he sighs. "You sure you don't wanna hit my cart? Not even just once? You should just try it. If you don't like it, you don't ever have to do it again."

"Kurapika, my family would kill me if they found out I smoked or if I even came here. They think we're at your house doing a project! It's bad enough that I'm gay. If they figure out I did drugs, they'll kick me out," Killua explains.