Temperature

The loose ends I

Explicit content: 16+ {check playlist}

~2 months later~

Anthony and Chance entered the mansion: the beautiful new team 10 house that they hadn't yet grown accustomed to. Though it was luxurious, it was easy to get lost in like a maze. They naturally followed the sound of voices from the main room, heads tilted to peer past the archway.

Their housemates hadn't even bothered to wait for the boys; the hookah mist was already slithering around their lax bodies, thick and serpentlike.

A chorus of greetings was followed by a wave of their hands. "Sup guys." The casual nature of the conversation allowed the boys to slip in without protest or inquiry.

It was mostly dim in the main room, all colors mute yet opulent. The group members were all strewn lazily. Like Tessa who wore nothing but a black bra, streaky brown hair clinging to naked shoulders. She was sitting on the floor in between Kade's spread knees in a very casual and platonic manner.

Eyes obscured by his sunglasses, Kade stole Anthony's attention and asked (demanded) him to join him on the couch,

while Chance watched as Tessa's arm reached out to pass the nozzle to him. He kind of just stared for a moment before he eventually sat down and took it from her.

Tessa breathed out a ring of smoke through her nose which cascaded down to her lips. It resembled a thick waterfall; heavy and ample. And then she smiled when Chance took a long and deliberate drag.

Anthony's lips also curled with insouciance as he answered to Kade, but his eyes remained on the furtively whispering couple sitting beneath him;

The lazy blonde friend's head was rested on his outstretched arm, which was draped over the couch and brushing at Anthony's fingertips, as he was blinking sideways at Tessa with lovey-dovey eyes. Sickly sweet.

Tristan, from the opposite seat of Tony, had just finished laughing and ended his joke with:

"... and then she said ''No, forget 'bout the g-string. I was made in France!' Alex, the golden boy, choked in surprise. His long wheeze of laughter brought a smile on Tristan's face as he finally earned a laugh after numerous attempts. Erika rolled her eyes in mild contempt.

As if on cue, Jake Paul joined the group. There was a brown paper bag in his firm fist with something solid poking out of the top. It was easy to identify that it was alcohol by the way Jake chugged it and then the satisfied groan he let out after.

"Ohmygoodness, Tessa? Why are you only in your bra?? Don't act like a... a slut. Mm, that's a no-no word, so I will not say it! Hahahha. Love you, teSSA BROOOks!" He laughed a bit to lighten his words.

Anthony's forehead creased at the sway of his walk. His boss was rarely this wasted, never during this hour of the day. Intoxication was risky considering the daily vlogs he had to keep up with. To make matters worse, he hadn't even picked up his camera all day.

"Yooo, yo, yo this is... this is off-cAMera." His voice was inconsistent and offbeat when he spoke, "but, like, we're bringing someone over for you Tony. Cause, guys, guys, shhhhh... yo, this dude over here needs a cute, blondie to get it ooooon with and I helped set something up for ya. Immma good friend huh?" Jake traced a circle with his hips and gave him a dazed smile.