(self control - frank ocean)
Brad had no self control. At least not when he was intoxicated. With a little bit of alcohol in his blood, he was ready for every kind of drug, and every kind of person.
Kissing a woman a few years older than him, pressing her body close to the wall. He put his hands on her butt, truthfully only to check if she had anything.
She didn't have anything valuable. Brad stopped immediately kissing her, simply because there was no reason to it. He walked away, fixing his hair that she had messed up. The woman was leaved stunned.
Brad wasn't acting like the other night. The intense eyes and all of that flirting. Again, because there was no reason.
He walked through the crowd of people dancing up at each other. The air was thick and warm, with a strong smell mixed with alcohol and sweat. His eyes was tired, but he wasn't. He didn't want to be.
A pair of hands suddenly pulled him into the side. Brad looked swiftly into the guy's dark green eyes, but then the guy kissed him. Brad didn't deny it, his hands roaming his hand for things the woman didn't have.
Brad couldn't help but think that homosexuality was a sin, or so he thought. Because God would take care and forgive anyone, right?
But Brad didn't mind, and he was indifferent to what gender he was kissing. As long as they had something, because that was the only reason he was intimate with strangers.
On the other side of the room, was Elizabeth standing in between people ignoring her. She knew she had to earn something from them.
Whenever they walked in, Brad was always the first to make a move on a stranger. Elizabeth was more hesitant. Not because she was shy, maybe because she felt bad. Not in a religious way of sinning, like Brad always did, more like the lack of immorality that was build up in her.
Honestly, she didn't care about anyone, but that was the question. Why didn't she care, why wasn't she more human. But they didn't care about her, so why would she?
As she looked around, trying to find someone that was looking at her - because she wasn't like Brad who just walked up to a person and started kissing them, she needed to know they were interested as well - she felt lost.
Some nights she danced with tears in her eyes.
Nobody noticed. If Brad looked at her, he would. But he never did. The two of them was actually kind of disinterested with each other. As long as they earned something in the end.
Brad snorted the line up. With his hand under his nose, bending back to get it all up. He closed his eyes for a short period of time. When he removed his hand, blood was already down his nose and on his pink lips, as well as his hand.
His mouth was open, and the white in his eyes was out for a moment. It happened again. This time without her.
He was sitting on the floor with other people, including the guy he just kissed. He kept sending him looks, but Brad couldn't care less. The cocaine he just gave him, was enough to satisfy his need.
Some of the other people did the same. Getting high with a bunch of unknown people, that thought he was interested in them. Brad stood up, trying to look for her. His vision was blurry for a moment, and his feet wouldn't keep up, which made his gait unsteady.
Licking his dry lips and wiping his nose from blood, he was lost. He found her, and approached Elizabeth with darkened eyes and dilated pupils.
She had finally found one to talk to, when Brad grabbed her hand. "Come on, Lucifer." He said with a raspy voice. She didn't do anything about it, and followed him. The guy was leaved wondering.
She could see Brad just did drugs, and that made her want some as well. And somehow it was always him.
But as mentioned, Brad had no self control whenever he was in those situations. Elizabeth had.
