The Grease/st

5.) Soiree Pt. 2

☆Mikes POV ☆

The kitchen was a fairly empty, large bottles of various alcohols covered the yellow marble counter. Of All different flavors and colors, Mike was drawn to a red bottle that said 'luxury lustration'. He poured the glossy red liquor into the cup taking a sip. It tasted of strawberries and lime along with a strong bitter taste of alcohol. He almost gagged at the taste, he found himself drinking more of it.

This party was of no interest to Mike. It was dull, drunks and sluts covered the house. It smelled like puke and weed, definitely not a good mix.

Mike felt eyes on him, he turns and meets the eyes of a Greaser with brown hair. It was the guy from earlier, Will. It hit him that they were making eye contact, he smiled at the other unknowingly. He watched the other stand up and make his way threw drunks. He must be confident or drunk. Maybe a mix of both with a bit of weed mixed in. No body has ever approached Mike so calmly, especially the Greasers. The only thing he ever got from a Greaser was fists, switch blades and broken curse words.

Before Mike knew it the somewhat shorter male stood a foot away. He was starring threw Mike, you can sense how nervous Will was. It was all over his sweaty face and how he presented himself. His hands fiddle as he finally managed to say "h-hey, I know this ain't normal..." he stopped. Mike just looks him in the eye clueless what was to come next. Will picked up talking "I'm Will... Will byers" the ending come out silent and hard to hear from the pop music that filled the house. Mike nods "I know." He didn't want to come off to friendly.

Mike noticed the experience on wills face change from nervous to sad. Mike looks back at a table of people getting ready to play truth or dare. That's when Will said " You should play! Unless you're scared to good boy~". Mike raised an eyebrow "me? Scared pfft never! More like you!". Will pretended to be hurt but laughs "Than what you waiting for pretty boy! Stop standing and get to stepping!". Mike rolled his eyes following the shorter male to small group of ten people who were going to be playing truth or dare together.

A Greaser with hair going down his back stands up. The man says "ok! The rules are simple, I start than you answer truth or dare! If you can't answer you gotta drink.." he pulls a bottle of Vodka out. "This... it's a hundred percent! Shit will burn out your throat! So play wise!". Randy than sat down looking at his first victim. Than he points to a girl with blonde hair, that's when the game truly begins.

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After a few rounds a person looks at Will, that caught Mikes interest. The Soc who picked him eyes him up "oh we got us a sissy boy~ truth or dare Grease!". Mike noticed Wills face grow serious "how about a Dare white trash" the words sounded so raw and unexpected coming from such a soft seeming boy, he was a Greaser what do you expect.

The soc grins "you shouldn't have said that!". Will Leaned back into his seat unfazed. The dare was than given " I dare you to kiss every male playing, fagot!". Will looked at him challenging "you got it!".

Being gay was never heard of in Hawkins. Maybe strippers but that's about it. Gay was a terrible thing to be but it was way better than drinking Vodka stright up. Will didn't seem to have any regrets based on what Mike saw.

It was wills turn to kiss Mike. Will looks at Mike "be careful to not fall in love with me or something Raven~". Mike than felt a pair of surprisingly soft lips press against his. They tased of sweet tarts and honey, why did Mike want to suck the taste off that Greasers lips. He ignored the urge somewhat disappointed when Will pulled away and kissed another. He felt jealousy?.

Mike folds his arms, there is no way he was gay. No way! No how! Mike loved El! Mike loved the shape of a woman's body and how soft and gentle they are. He loved to suck marks on there soft skin leaving hickeys. He was a needy bitch when it came to love. Mike try's to take his mind off of it by playing more of the game.

As the night goes on the game continued. So far Mike has drank alcohol out of a girls collar bone, received lap dances and has kissed everyone in the circle. He was extremely drunk and mildly high due to a weed being passed along the circle.

He feels a pair of delicate pale arms linger around his neck. He smiled when he saw the gold bracelet the hands wore, it was Jane. He turns to her with a sheepish grin "hey babe".

What he didn't expect was his eyes to meet hers and her face to be beat red in anger. Her hand swings back and knocks him in the face. He was taken aback as he places a hand on his face. He feels wetness drip down his forehead, she had spat on him.

Her saliva drips down his face as she stomps away. Mike sighs falling back into the couch. He was to out of it to care enough.