Louis
He scanned the room for someone worth chatting up, the pulse of the music vibrating the floor. He loved going out, he loved being drunk, and he loved getting high; right now he was all three and buzzing. Quickly, he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled down his jumper, it kept rising up and he was hot as hell in this place. The music changed to a song he knew, and he couldn't stop himself from walking in to the crowd of ravers and beginning to move. The sound bounced in his ears, slowly he closed his eyes, just feeling the music, sweat forming on his forehead. Gradually, he began to get more into it, throwing his head back and waving his hands in the air, the atmosphere made him feel so alive, like he was right there and he was real, really real.
He hardly ever felt alive.
To be honest, he didn't really want to. Why feel the pain of life when you can block it all out with booze, and weed, and sex? When he was sober and alone, then life felt cold and nasty.
As the song flowed into the next one, he opened his eyes and pushed his way out of the crowds. He stumbled towards the bar and sat down, "Can I get 3 vodka shots?" Louis yelled over the music, the barman nodded. It had been a while since his last cigarette and he was craving another one, like always, it never really went away, the craving that is. But, Louis was really feeling like something heavier today, something that would make him forget about anything he needed it to. So, he scanned the room for people, and not to far away a guy was standing shiftily by the door clutching a packet. Louis drunk the three shots laid out in front of him: bang, bang, bang, he slammed the glasses on to the bar. He smiled to himself as the burn ran down his throat and the warm feeling hit his chest. Then he handed some cash to the barman, hopped off the stool, and headed straight over to the guy by the door.
"What have you got mate?" Louis shouted over the next dance tune, "Pills, MDMA, that sort," the guy replied, looking extremely uncomfortable, "Alright, gimme two pills then, that'll do me," Louis flashed a sultry smile at the guy, "That'll be a tenner then mate," Louis handed him the cash and in return received two purple pills, necking them both instantly. "Hey you might want to go easy mate, you're only small and that's some heavy shit." the guy warned, raising his eyebrows. Louis' face turned to a stony expression and he leaned to speak right in the mans ear, "Nobody tells me what to do," he whispered, and with that he trotted off back to the dance floor with a new found energy.
Harry
He leaned against the back of the toilet stall and took a breath, the music had been too loud, and he'd got caught in the middle of some crazy groping girls. He was kinda done giving off the straight vibe, girls just didn't seems to feel that he never smiled or groped back. Groping wasn't really a thing he did, was it a thing people did? Or was it a sort of caught in the moment type thing? He wasn't really sure, and he wasn't really used to it. That's when he heard the guy stumble into the bathroom. Bang. "Fucking hell." he heard the boy moan. Harry unlocked the stall door to find a beautiful looking man in a slump on the floor. "A-are you okay?" Harry asked shyly, "What's it fucking look like mate?" asked the other guy from the floor. Okay he was rude, Harry didn't like rude people. "I, I er don't know" he replied, staring at the floor. "Shit!" the guy cursed and ran into the cubicle, not even bothering to shut the door. Harry cringed at the sound of throwing up, maybe he should just go...but this guy was being sick, and Harry always needed people around him when he was being sick, so maybe this guy did too. Stay or go...stay or go?
He stayed.
Hesitantly, he walked into the stall and crouched beside the man, who was still being sick and it was really horrible. "Do you want me to call someone for you?" He asked politely, the boy stopped being sick for a moment to answer, "I haven't got anyone to call love," he sighed for a moment, before being sick again. A man walked into the bathroom, "Yeah, you need to get out, we're closing," he called, Harry turned around in surprise, "But it's only 2am?" he asked, "Yeah well we found an ecstasy dealer and we've got to close now" the man sighed, "So, get out." and he left.
The rude boy had finally stopped being sick, but he looked in no state to do anything at all. "Do you live near by?" Harry questioned, the man shook his head, "I'm not really living anywhere at all" he answered. Harry sighed, he knew it was going to go this way from the beginning really, but he had hoped it wouldn't. "Well I live just around the corner, so why don't you come sleep at mine?" Harry half smiled, although not really because this really hadn't been his plan for tonight. The other boy half nodded and groaned a little, sweat making his hair stick to his head. He'd be cute, Harry thought, if he wasn't really sweaty, hadn't just been sick, and if he stunk less of weed.
