OUTCASTS // randy/macklyn (ON HIATUS)

twenty-one (2)

October 27, Saturday

The party was... everything Rye expected it to be: overwhelming, loud, rowdy and madly wild.

Every moment they spent inside Zach's enormous and lavish mansion, the more the brunette was convinced that attending the party was probably a bad idea.

He heard Mikey sighing heavily beside him, "This is so not my scene", and is looking very uncomfortable and distressed. Rye's line of thoughts was not so far off. The bespectacled boy was about to ask if the emo boy is alright, but Jack was instantly beside Mikey's side, whispering, and the raven boy immediately pacified.

They went inside Zach's house, which was quite over-the-top and impressively huge. But that fact was almost unnoticeable by how crowded it was. Rye was feeling a little claustrophobic.

He glanced at Brooklyn and Andy, silently astonished at how perfectly they are fitting in, in the party scene. It was as if the two blondes had the limelight, as all eyes in the room looked their way. Rye's eyes wandered around warily, noticing that some were frowning, and some were admiring the pair.

The brunette was surprised when his brown eyes met another in the crowd. An auburn beauty was eyeing him appreciatively, winking when she saw Rye looking back. The brunette flushed faintly, immediately glancing away and kept on walking. He almost panicked when he thought he lost his friends in the crowd, but relaxed when he saw them through Andy-who had his middle finger up in the air.

He followed suit and grumbled, "This gathering has too many people."

Andy rolled his eyes at him and sardonically replied, "Of course, geek, it's a freaking party, what do you expect?" The boy in pink started viewing the raucous crowd as if looking for something and his eyes sparked up when he seemed to find it.

Rye almost let out a yelp when he was suddenly dragged by the hand, by the ostensibly determined blonde who said, "Guys, follow me!", not even glancing back.

The brunette looked back worriedly at Mikey, Jack and Brooklyn, who was watching them with curious, amused and surprised faces, respectively-trying to call them over, but to no avail. Just as the three was almost out of his sight, he saw Jack shouting at him with a playful grin, but it was drowned out by the loud music.

"Uhm, Andy?" Rye said a bit loudly, just in time as they arrived in the kitchens, "I don't think they heard you." The older of the two finally glanced back, and dumbfoundedly stared at where Mikey, Jack and Brooklyn should be standing at.

"We could go back for them, you know, they're probably still there-" Rye suggested but the blonde clicked his tongue, and shrugged.

"You know what, fuck it. I'm sure as hell not going through that tight, sweat-assed crowd again, and Brooklyn is with them anyway. They'll come around when they come around," Andy huffed out and started dragging him again, finally stopping as they arrived in front of a table full of alcohol drinks.

"I was about to warn you four about these red cups of spirits, which could be and probably is, spiked-but since there is just the two of us now, I don't mind changing the rules a bit." Rye could only watch as the blonde grabbed a red cup. "Whatever I said about avoiding the booze, scratch that."

The boy in pink threw his head back as he gulped down the beer in four gulps. He saw Andy wincing a bit at the aftertaste of the beverage. "Okay, geek, it's not spiked. You should try some."

Rye fiddled with his fingers in apprehension, "I don't think that's a good idea." The blonde rolled his eyes in reply.

"Oh, come on, carpe diem, Sherlock," he joshed, grabbing another red cup, "you know what? Here's a greater idea. A battle of the century." Rye raised a brow, amused at the smaller lad.