Glitter and Cocaine

4

Parking his car in the driveway of some random house in some random neighborhood in some random town, Kurapika takes a deep breath and unlocks his phone, clicking on the facetime application and calling Killua's number.

After a few rings and nervous, shaky breaths, Killua finally answers.

"You there?" He asks, running a hand through his fluffy, ivory hair, lying down on his back under his warm blankets, holding the phone in the air with a perfect view capturing his entire porcelain face.

"Yeah," Kurapika answers, pulling his visor down and checking his thick, black eyeliner in the small rectangle mirror. "Gon told me he's already here with his friend. I just have to meet them inside."

"Mm, gotcha. Well, it's exactly ten right now. So call me at eleven, not a second later. Understood?" Killua asks.

Kurapika drops his head back down to the phone in his lap and furrows his eyebrows while scrunching his nose. "Yeah okay, mother."

"How do you plan to get home?" Killua questions, watching Kurapika touch up his eyeliner wings. He knows by the end of the night, Kurapika will be too intoxicated to drive himself home.

"Gon," Kurapika says simply.

"Gon is gonna take you home? Is he your only option?"

"Yeah," Kurapika shrugs. "I don't see the problem."

"What if he gets super fucked up and can't drive?" Killua asks, having second thoughts on Kurapika being there.

"Then I'll just stay with him in my car or something," Kurapika utters.

"Oh hell no. Not in Lexington. I'm coming to get you. Like right now," Killua shakes his head, sliding out of his comfortable bed and setting his phone down to get dressed.

"No, Kil, seriously. I'll find a way home. Don't worry about me," Kurapika begs, lifting his visor shut and opening his car door, grabbing his keys and slipping them into his back pocket. "Look, I'm going inside. I'll call you at eleven."

Killua looks at him with skepticism. "Fine. Just... Please be safe."

"I will. Love you. Bye," Kurapika says as he locks his car and hangs up, locking his phone and tightly clutching it in his hand as he quickly walks to the front door of the party, hearing blasting music and chatter from outside the house.

Taking a deep breath to calm his foreign nerves, Kurapika slowly pushes the door open and is greeted with loud, stumbling, drunk teenagers everywhere he looks. Oh fuck yes, he thinks, shutting the door behind him and sauntering through the foyer of the house before hearing his name being slurredly called from behind him.

"Kurapika~!"

Kurapika turns around and sees Gon stumble toward him with a blunt in between his fingers and smoke trailing into the air from the burnt end of it. Kurapika smiles and steps in front of Gon. "Well hello," He greets him, taking the blunt from Gon and placing it between his lips, taking a drawn-out hit.

Gon giggles and drapes his arm around Kurapika's shoulders. "My friend and I are smoking upstairs and we have a bunch of pills and shit. Wanna go up there?"

Kurapika nods as he blows the thick cloud of smoke directly into Gon's goofy face. "I'd love to."

Gon turns and leads Kurapika up the stairs beside the foyer of the house. "You look awfully pretty," He comments.

Kurapika's cheeks flush as he rolls his eyes and scoffs playfully. "Shut up, you're drunk." Part of him hopes Gon means it.

"Whaaat? No! I mean it! Kurapika is so pretty!" Gon beams, his words drawn out and slurred as he plants a kiss on Kurapika's cheeks.