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escapism.

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗/ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:

[nightclub, drinking (alcohol), drugs (cocaine), implied sexual content/ lime (while under the influence), break up, illegal activities]

𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌:
escapism. - RAYE
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♩✧･ﾟ♬✧･ﾟ♪: *✧♩･ﾟ:*

karl was never usually this... desperate.

in fact, he was always extremely respectful of himself and his self-worth, but fuck it.

he leans to the side, pressing further against the broad blond. they had exchanged names, but karl was too gone to bother to remember it. the hand holding his waist tightens, pulling him up higher onto the stranger's lap. who cares if it isn't even one in the morning yet?

he leans forward, waving his hand to the barman, gesturing him over. the blond man walks over with a smile, one that's clearly rehearsed for customers. "how can i help you?" he asks, leaning onto the counter in an almost flirty manner.

karl squints, trying to read the label he could hardly make out. "dream?" he tries, and the bartender hums affirmatively.

"yep, what can i get you, princess?"

despite the fact he is already sat on another man's lap, karl giggles at the shameless flirting. "two wines, please," he slurs a little. before dream could ask, he adds, "any kind."

dream nods, straightening up with a smile. "you got it, doll."

he goes to make the drinks, and karl turns back to the boy he's settled on, pressing his hand on his chest. "what's your name again?" he asks shamelessly, letting his hand slip until he's fiddling with the hem of the bigger man's shirt.

"punz," he reminds him, eyes almost crossed as he watches karl's lips.

karl closes the distance between them, not wasting time and going straight in with a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

karl was never one to tease, really.

the brunette breaks the kiss to smile down at the blond, blinking lazily as he tries to focus only on the lust building up in his chest.

punz's fingers tangle in the front of karl's chain, tugging him down to reconnect the kiss, and the brunette pointedly tries not to think about where he got the intricate jewellery from.

karl hears someone clear their throat and pulls away from the messy make-out again, a string of spit breaking off between them. he looks back over his shoulder to see the barman had returned, now with two glasses of wine sitting on the bar and a card reader in his hand.

"sorry to disturb you," he smirks, looking between karl and... the other blond with a knowing look, "but someone's gotta pay."

karl looks back at the broad blond he's sat on, licking his own lip before bringing it between his teeth in some cheap begging expression.

the blond laughs fondly, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling it back out with a card between his fingers. he passes it across to the barman, paying.