fallawcys·:
To say the least, it had been a long week. From the back to back shifts, taking care of his sisters, meeting his probation officer, and the random behavior checks, Angel was drained by the time Friday rolled around. It didn’t bother him as much as it did before, but he would have been saying the complete opposite a year ago. At this point, it was merely a schedule of sorts. Wake up, do what he was ( legally ) required to do, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. And as long as he didn’t screw it up, he would be fine. That being said, the literal last place he should have been was a house party. He can’t tell you why he’s there, because his probation agreements strictly prohibited him from smoking, drinking, and essentially everything that happened at parties that resulted in inebriation. And for the moment, he was following that rule; his tall, slender figure leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets firmly, almost as if he were trying to prevent them from picking anything up. His eyes scanned across the room, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves. It was as if he were living vicariously through them. And even if he wasn’t aware of it, he definitely was. But this only lasted all of fifteen minutes before he a mumbled a ‘screw this’ and prepared himself to leave –– until another male approached him. He only listened with furrowed brows as the other rattled off his reasons. “I won’t really have to pretend if you think about it,” Angel mused with a grin. “We are talking.” Angel raised his head to look around at his fellow party-goers to see if someone was looking in their direction, only to give up a second later because, well, he didn’t know who or where to look for thanks to the abundance of people. “No, please, don’t beg, it’s fine. I’ll cover for you.” He shook his head as he spoke, almost laughing from the stranger’s words. “I don’t know, it might just be me, but seeing an ex warrants a reason to leave. They ruin the whole mood as soon as it starts.”
Larkin pulled his gaze away from his ex-boyfriend who was somewhere standing across the room from him and he’d been so sure of the fact that he’d seen Larkin and would want to talk. But now, he watched as the unfamiliar blond male’s brows in front of him furrowed and un-furrowed and he wondered if maybe he’d made a mistake for seeking out a stranger for help with this, but it’d happened so fast that Larkin only had time for a quick decision. Once Angel smiled though, Larkin began to ease up. “I guess we are talking now,” He responded, offering back a small smile of his own. His anxiety though made his long fingers tighten around the red solo cup in his hand as Angel looked around the party for what he presumed was Larkin’s ex. He shook his head despite it all. “Okay, no begging, promise,” Larkin assured the other and then sighed an exhale of relief. “Thanks,” He tossed over the simple yet effective word to Angel and re-situated how he was standing before him as the other male went on explaining etiquette of seeing someone you didn’t want to see at a party. “...You think so?” He asked, peeking over Angel’s left shoulder at his ex and, when the exes made accidental eye-contact, Larkin darted his eyes back at Angel’s. “I, uh, don’t really know where I’d go right now, off the top of my head. But, I definitely don’t want to be here, if he’s here. I don’t care how petty that sounds,” He described before handing his drink to Angel to hold onto momentarily. “—I’ll be right back. Don’t move, please,” He ordered, but it was more of a suggestion and then, in a moment, Larkin was gone and had already returned with a whole bottle of alcohol that he’d taken from the arrangement of them at the table of drinks he was at before. “Let’s get the fuck out of here?” He questioned, gesturing to the nearest exit. “I got more than enough drink for a party for two...” He enticingly raised the bottle and shook it lightly before taking the cup back from Angel. “If you’re interested? Something tells me you weren’t having any fun either.”
