* // &. spencer
after a long first night in chicago, several bodies were spread about the airbnb. some passed out drunk, while others — namely, elodie — had gone to bed completely sober and at a decent time. spencer’s phone read 3:15am, but for some reason he couldn’t find his way to sweet dreaming. a cigarette might fix that, he thought. pushing himself off the couch, he navigated through the dark until he was at the balcony door. he stepped out into the brisk air and stuck a hand in his pocket to pull out his pack of menthols. putting one to his lips, he fumbled for his lighter when something — no, someone — caught his attention. “ shit, dude, ” he said, spotting dillon. “ i wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out here so late. ” finally lighting the cigarette, he extended the pack to the other boy, raising his eyebrows as if they asked the question for him.
Dillon still wasn't quite used to the alcohol fulled nights, and at about 1am had found his head in the toilet, wondering if that 10th tequila shot really WAS a good idea. After his bathroom fiasco, Dillon crawled out to the balcony, and sat on the nearest chair, to get some fresh air into his lungs. Dillon then drifted off into a gentle sleep, until he was RUDELY awoken by Spencer. It was a nice surprise to see Spencer, Dillon was really starting to grow on Spencer as a person, especially as Spencer had been teaching Dillon how to be fun. As Spencer offered the cigarette, Dillon hesistated, but in the spirit of being fun, he took one, and looked down at it in his hand. "How do I do it?" Dillon asked, sheepishly. "Do i have to suck or blow?"









