such a softer sin | gerbert

chapter one

Music blares loudly as bodies press and shove against each other. Humid air of the crowded party combined along with the exhilarating stench of sweat and alcohol. Many half dressed as they dance in return of toxins running through their veins. While others make-out and remain at the island in the right side of the room, burying themselves in whatever's poured in their cups.

Bert drinks out of the glass beer bottle in his hand. "Do I have to stay here? Jeph you know this isn't my kind of thing." Bert sighs as he glances over to his best friend who's dragged him here against his will.

"Come on Bert, you need a little excitement in your life. Drink until you can't anymore, find someone to hook up with. Just enjoy yourself for once." Jeph chuckles from beside him as his eyes gazing along the crowd as while speaks.
"Speaking of that, I'll see you later man." Jeph grins as a blonde seems to catch his eye.

Bert mutters to himself as his eyes glance around the big open area. Most dancing or making out on the couches. But one person manages to catch Bert's full and undivided attention.

The guy who's red hair remains fallen into his face as his eyes rest shut. The red solo cup the matches his hair in the hand of the arm he holds in the air as his body glides and dances against the man behind him. The arm he holds in the air causing his shirt to pull up a little on the side, showing a bit of skin.
And not a single care in the world.

Bert can't help but to watch him. The light dancing over his face as the light flashes over the crowd of drunks. Bert is only snapped out of it when his eyes are met with the opening green ones of the guys he's been staring at.

The guy grins softly as his eyes glance over his body. Bert feels himself tense, realizing he'd been caught, and now being analyzed by that same person. The red haired boy finishes the rest of what's in his cup before pulling away from the man dancing against himself from behind. Only resulting in Bert beginning to internally panic as the guy proceeds to walk towards him.

"Do you often stare at people?" The red head teases as he approaches. Mixing himself another drink from the table they stand beside as he does so. Though he's given no response. Bert just nervously rubs his tattooed neck, feeling bad for his stares. The guy seems to notice his hesitation."I'm only kidding. I'm Gerard."

Bert softly chuckles at himself, realizing how stupid he must come across. "Right, right, sorry. Gerard's a cute name. I'm Bert." Bert responds while offering a sweet smile to the beautiful red head that stands in-front of him.

"Thanks. Why are you standing off to the corner Bert? I mean not to be straight forwards but you're hot, you could easily score anyone here instead of staring at them." Gerard asks as he sips the mixture of strong alcohols in his red solo cup.

"That would be because I'm not here to 'score'. This isn't my kind of scene, obviously. I was dragged here by a friend." Bert chuckles, leaning back against the wall. He usually isn't this awkward, he just isn't comfortable being here at a party. Surrounded by tons of drunken horny morons.

"Yeah, I get that. But seriously, try and have some fun." Gerard chuckles nudging Bert's arm before heading back to the spot he was before, continuing to drink. Bert bites his lip, unable to hold back a small smile. Gerard seems to be down to earth rather than everyone else here.

Bert's eyes can't help but to wander back to Gerard. Watching as he rolls his head back, the alcohol he's only just consumed seeming to hit him quickly. Bert watches as he bites his lip once again. His hand dragging down his own neck as he softly sways. He seems to be a rather calm drunk.