The dancing is finally getting to him, his heart pounding and sweat dripping down his face, and he really needs a cigarette. He staggers into the washroom, temporarily blinded by suddenly too-bright lighting. He squints at himself in the mirror just as Pedro walks in.
"Oh, Sebastian! Here you are." Pedro exclaims, rushing him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I was just about to leave, but wanted to say good..." He suddenly stops, leaning over and peering into Sebastian's eyes. "...bye?"
Sebastian looks at him oddly, blinking rapidly as Pedro's face blurs around the edges.
"Sebastian, did you take anything tonight?"
He shakes his head once, then again as he realizes how nice his hair sweeping against his skin feels. When he opens his eyes (when did he close them?) Pedro is grinning madly and trying to suppress his laughter.
"You got... a contact high..."
Sebastian splutters for a moment, then stares into the mirror. His pupils ARE oddly large for the lighting in here... "How does that even work?!" He squeaks, his embarrassment outweighing his supposed high for the moment.
Pedro won't stop laughing except to say "J-just... enjoy it...!", then leaves, his cackling fading until Sebastian is left alone. Alone with his shaky eyes and clammy hands and feet and general sense of well-being, even though he's just found out he is on a drug he didn't even take.
He really needs a cigarette.
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He's finally made his way outside, and he finally has a cigarette in his hand. He takes a long drag and it's more satisfying than anything he's ever smoked before.
He sits against the wall for what feels like a long while before Vincent comes outside and kneels next to him, grinning.
"Pedro told me you were rolling."
Sebastian sends him a half-hearted glare and Vincent laughs. They're quiet for a moment and Sebastian pulls deep on the cigarette again, each breath better than the last.
He glances over at Vincent again, who is watching him curiously. They're staring at each other, something tangible in the air.
Then there are suddenly lips against his.
No, his lips are against... Vincent's. And he initiated it. And he... is... enjoying it?
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Miss Molly 2/3
Date: 2011-11-15 04:14 am (UTC)"Oh, Sebastian! Here you are." Pedro exclaims, rushing him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I was just about to leave, but wanted to say good..." He suddenly stops, leaning over and peering into Sebastian's eyes. "...bye?"
Sebastian looks at him oddly, blinking rapidly as Pedro's face blurs around the edges.
"Sebastian, did you take anything tonight?"
He shakes his head once, then again as he realizes how nice his hair sweeping against his skin feels. When he opens his eyes (when did he close them?) Pedro is grinning madly and trying to suppress his laughter.
"You got... a contact high..."
Sebastian splutters for a moment, then stares into the mirror. His pupils ARE oddly large for the lighting in here... "How does that even work?!" He squeaks, his embarrassment outweighing his supposed high for the moment.
Pedro won't stop laughing except to say "J-just... enjoy it...!", then leaves, his cackling fading until Sebastian is left alone. Alone with his shaky eyes and clammy hands and feet and general sense of well-being, even though he's just found out he is on a drug he didn't even take.
He really needs a cigarette.
-
He's finally made his way outside, and he finally has a cigarette in his hand. He takes a long drag and it's more satisfying than anything he's ever smoked before.
He sits against the wall for what feels like a long while before Vincent comes outside and kneels next to him, grinning.
"Pedro told me you were rolling."
Sebastian sends him a half-hearted glare and Vincent laughs. They're quiet for a moment and Sebastian pulls deep on the cigarette again, each breath better than the last.
He glances over at Vincent again, who is watching him curiously. They're staring at each other, something tangible in the air.
Then there are suddenly lips against his.
No, his lips are against... Vincent's. And he initiated it. And he... is... enjoying it?