A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
Damien was sitting in his dorm room.
It was one of those nights where it felt painfully empty. Not having a roommate was nice more often than not — but it got quiet, sometimes.
He didn't even have any homework to do that weekend. God had mercy on him and all of his teachers laid off the work.
His neighbors were being really loud. Damien was pretty sure they had some friends over. The security in the dorms wasn't the tightest — they didn't care much about what the students did as long as they stayed inside.
He almost texted one of them to ask them to quiet down a bit. He would've, if he weren't distracted by the notification that flashed across his screen.
Spence [9:17]
Heyyyyyytyu yatws come jver
Now that was weird. Spencer never texted like that. He complained when Damien didn't correct his typos, like he was so dumb he couldn't figure out what he meant.
Damien [9:18]
are u fucking drunk?? lmao i can hardly read that
Damien meant it as a joke.
Spence [9:19]
Yeaaaa haha
Spence [9:20]
Come kn come overrer I have some lefy
Now Damien wasn't a prude or anything when it came to drinking. He didn't do it often, or pretty much ever, but his parents didn't exactly notice when he poured himself a few glasses of their fancy tequila. They weren't home enough to pay attention to it. And when he was with people who offered, he certainly wasn't going to complain.
He wouldn't exactly turn down a drink, but...
Damien [9:22]
what abt ur dad??
Spence [9:23]
Some weekend mikshsikn trip thinf
Spence [9:23]
Nit homr unitl mnodya
It wasn't like Damien had anything better to do.
Spencer opened the door with a bottle of wine in his hand. Damien wasn't sure what it was, but it looked cheap.
"Hellooooo t'you Mr. Yates," Spencer's words slurred together as he let Damien into the house, shutting the door behind him.
He was absolutely shit-faced.
"My God, how much have you had to drink?" Damien took the bottle from him, turning it around to inspect the label.
"Mmm, a little bit," Spencer mused as he meandered down the hallway. Damien assumed the room they entered was a guest room. It was too... clean and perfect to be Spencer's. He had never actually been inside the Morris household before. After all, as far as Pastor Morris was concerned, Spencer hated Damien.
"Only a little?" Damien was doubtful — he raised an eyebrow, taking a drink for himself straight from the bottle. It was a disgustingly familiar taste.
"Is this the fucking Eucharist?"
"Yeah," Spencer giggled, almost proud of himself, "Grabbed m'self a bottle from the cabinet."
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John 8:32
RomanceDamien Yates is hooking up with the priest's son. Has been for ages now. Spencer Morris has gotten himself way too deep into this mess -- and there's no going back. He can't undiscover that part of himself. It's been too long for Damien not to be...
