Violet Nights

Chapter 19

Friday 2:30pm--

The rest of the day wasn't especially entertaining if you didn't include the questions Pidge and Hunk kept asking him all day long. Maybe he'd gotten a bit cold since the whole incident happened. It was understandable. 

He had gotten to the point where he didn't even want to talk to anyone at all anymore. Every time someone like Pidge tried to say something to him, he either tuned them out or walked away. No matter how bad the situation was, he didn't want to talk about it. He wasn't scared because of it anymore. He wasn't upset that it happened. He was angry. He was angry because the world was so ignorant and cruel. He was angry because he failed to protect himself from things like this. 

He'd overheard a conversation from a few of the jocks at the end of the day about another house party happening that afternoon. Now after what happened with himself chickening out last time, he was interested. Not because he wanted to have fun, but because there would be alcohol. Alcohol specifically to help him cope with all of his fucked up emotions running wild in his brain. Alcohol to slowly kill him so he wouldn't have to be stuck on Earth anymore with all of these people he hated more than anything. 

Now Keith was actually a pretty nosy person. He was the type to listen in on conversations. It didn't mean he would respond to those situations verbally, but he wanted to physically by simply showing up to this party. Why was he going? For the soul purpose of drinking his fears, his hatred, his depression away. One by one they would disappear--but only for the moment. And so he did. 

7:00pm--

Keith made sure he looked at least a little decent so that no one would think he lived in a landfill or something. He didn't bother clearing the cigarette stench from his only once worn red flannel shirt. But once he put it on, he realized how comfortable and soft it was. Not only that, but he admitted mentally that he looked nice in red. It was an unusual stretch from his normally gothic look. 

To complete his simple outfit, he pulled a wine red beanie over his hair and left the house in his car--mostly to listen to music. Maybe the music could calm the pain still aching from the incident. Images kept coming back to him and making him wince as if he were just poked with a needle. That ringing ominous voice of Vince stinging his ears and filled his mind. He had to get rid of this as soon as possible. His only thought at that moment was: /It's alright, Kogane. The alcohol is near./

Now Keith had never gotten wasted before, but he had known what it felt like to be on a buzz. It was almost the same feeling he had when he smoked, only slightly stronger. It cleared his mind. He understood why people going through grief or depression--sometimes both-- became addicted. He wouldn't go as far to call himself "addicted," but he was going to start heading there soon.

The look of the same house from last time sat in front of him, slightly more people, but less cars. He went through the same process of dodging drunk teens and pushing past those who didn't know the definition of PDA. He finally made it to where the drinks were. Some guy was already wasted just by the look on his face and for the moment, he thought he saw a familiar face in the corner of his eye. When he looked, he realized that he was right. 

Lance McClain.

He barely knew the guy, but what he did know was that Lance despised his guts more than anything, yet he didn't exactly know why. Then again...he could think of a million reasons why anyone would hate him. Yeah, Lance was annoying--all humans were-- but he was smoking hot. At least Keith thought so. He definitely understood why all of the girls were so all over him 24/7. And he wouldn't be surprised if the Cuban boy had a few male admirers too. 

Keith felt the need to hide from the boy's view. That, or he could get drunk like everyone else and pretend like he belonged. His confidence levels were sky high when he had a buzz after all. Who knew what they were like when he was completely intoxicated.

And so he drank.

And drank.

And drank...

Down the liquid went down his throat and each drop ate away at all of his feelings, his insecurities, his anxiety... he was beginning to see multiple of everything, even his own hands made it seem like he bared 4 sets of 20 fingers. He almost tripped when he caught himself on the corner of a table and groaned. It wasn't long before he was being pulled into a crowded area of tall jocks smoking pot. He didn't join in with them despite their many requests for him to try it. Why were they even talking to him? Was it because they were drunk? Or maybe because /he/ was. Maybe he was acting more like them than he initially led onto.

And before long, Lance McClain, the most popular kid in the school, was talking to him. He was talking to him as if he was a normal friend of his. Keith was a bit loopy and knew he wouldn't remember their conversation in the morning, but for the moment, he was enjoying it. He was enjoying being noticed by someone who he thought hated him.

"Hey, mullet." 

"It's Keith, actually." Lance rolled his eyes and scooted closer to him on the couch, which kind of set the boundary for how close a man could get without being considered gay. Keith didn't think he would get any closer after that. 

"yeah, yeah, whatever.  This feels like your first party. You've got that inexperienced vibe to you' Lance shouted over the loud music. Despite being a really hot and energetic guy, damn was his voice annoying. 

"No, actually, it's not. I just didn't stay long at the last one."

"Aww, why noooot?~" 

He was definitely drunk. 

"Heh..the sound got to me."

"But you seem fine noooww"  Lance slurred, his fingers gripping the fabric of the couch tightly as he slightly leaned forward. Keith reclined against the back of the couch and sighed. He looked over when he heard Lance randomly start laughing. 

"Hahahaha, I'm hornyyy~" he dragged out, nudging his hand against his own crotch and rubbing against it gently. "Aahhahaha." 

And so Keith established that Lance was the giggly, loud, and horny kind of drunk.

Keith tried looking away as Lance began to unzip the front of his pants and put his hand inside. Keith averted his eyes and tried to continue the conversation, pretending like Lance was totally not about to jerk off in a public space and in front of another guy. 

"So um...how many of these have you been to?" 

Before answering, Keith could hear a breathy huff escape from Lance's throat. "Ohhh buddy toooo many to count!" he said in an overexcited voice. Another huff escaped from his mouth. He was definitely jerking off right next to him. Keith kept his gaze across the room.

"Ah.." he mumbled. 

Quiet drunk.

"Mmm, Keeiiith, can you find me someone to help with this major erection?" Keith didn't look over but sighed in frustration, his face flushing a deep red. God, was he annoying. 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" he asked in a mocking manner. 

"I dooo~ But! ..She's not here. So I need a substitute."

He really was a hoe, wasn't he? A big, horny, player-ass hoe. It was the perfect description.

"C'mon, Keeeeiiith. Why aren't you doing anything? You're supposed to have fuuuun!" he shouted before moaning quietly. Keith cringed and stood to leave.

"Sorry..I gotta..um.." he trailed off. "I just remembered something I have to do."

Wonderful excuse, Kogane.

"AW okayyy. You'll have to remind me to talk to you tomorrow."

Tomorrow was Saturday..

"oh..yeah..um..well, bye."

And so he left.