INCANDESCENCE - (Scyde)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 08 - EUDAEMONIA

EUDAEMONIA

noun - the state of happiness or luckiness

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There's more people at Tokien's house than Clyde had expected, and he's worried it might scare Scott off. He'd thought it would just be his friends, but evidently not. The front porch is covered and although it's less busy inside, it's still a lot more than Clyde had expected.

"You can go home if you want." he offers.

Scott shakes his head, "I'm okay." he smiles, though it's slightly more nervous than usual.

They've found a seat by a wall that they share, sipping something Clyde hopes is water. He can confidently say it's not vinegar, which is at least a step up from last time.

"This tastes funny." Scott looks at his cup.

Clyde sniffs his. Smells weirdly sour, "It always does."

They sit in silence for a minute or so. Clyde leans back and watches people wander around the room. The music throbs in his head and the lights are blinding.

"I'm sorry." Scott murmurs. Clyde turns to him, and takes in his melancholic expression, head down and brow furrowed.

"For what?" Clyde leans forward toward him and puts his cup down on the floor.

Scott sighs, "I don't really know anyone here, so you just have to sit here and keep me company the whole time." he looks at him, eyes swimming, "You must be so bored, huh?"

"I'm not! Don't say that, Scott, I want to sit here with you." Clyde smiles. It's true, he loves spending time with him. Even if they are doing nothing.

"As long as you're sure..."

Clyde puts his hand on Scott's shoulder, "I am, I swear!"

"Alright." Scott relents, but he still sounds unsure.

They sit together for a while longer, talking about nothing in particular but just enjoying each other's company. The colourful lights cast them in a warm glow, bathing them in reds and oranges.

Craig comes over to them, waving. Clyde looks up at him when he speaks, "Hey guys."

"Hey Craig." Clyde says. They do their handshake.

"Hi Craig." Scott smiles weakly, evidently nervous. He shouldn't be.

"Need anything?" Clyde asks.

Craig looks over his shoulder, "The guys and I are playing ping-pong on the tennis table. Wanna join us?"

Clyde smirks, "Heh, you just know I'm the best and you'd lose without me."

"No way. You suck at ping-pong." Craig rolls his eyes.

Clyde looks over at Scott, "You coming with us?" he offers, wondering if Scott will mind waiting there for him if he decides to stay. Clyde really doesn't want to hurt his feelings, but he also really wants to play ping-pong with Tokien's fancy table.

Scott's eyes dart to his shoes, "I'll wait here. Come back quickly, please?"

"Of course!" Clyde stands up and stretches his arms over his head, "You're on, Craig."

Ping-pong is fun for the first few rounds. Clyde is undeniably terrible at it, but it's the participation that counts, right? Tolkien and Jimmy win easily as usual, and Clyde shares the Dr Pepper-vinegar combo (that the winners concocted, and there's no way those are the only two ingredients, if the stench is anything to go by) with Craig and Tweek. He clinks his shot glass with the other two and downs it in one, gagging immediately.