Swipe and Scatter

Cody Bryant. 22. Illustrator.

[fynoahcentineo]

[ncentineosource]

[fynoahcentineo]

Noah Centineo  by Alexesy Reyes (2018)

[queenscody]

aadrianlim‌:

Adrian looked around at the people around them not helping before moving over and pushing the armchair closer to the boy and helping him sit down on it. “Well, you’re in a big mansion at a fundraising event. I suppose its their fault for supplying bottomless drinks. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t expect people to drink too much with free bottomless drinks.” he said with a slight shrug. Adrian flagged down a waiter and asked for a glass of water. When the waiter returned, he held the cup out to the young man. “Drink this. It’ll help you feel a bit better. Alcohol is a diuretic, which means it makes you need to pee which can lead to dehydration.” he said, informing the boy, even though he probably wouldn’t remember later on. “I don’t know about savior, just doing what a person should.” he nodded. “If things are spinning, just sit back and maybe close your eyes? It might help with grounding yourself.” Adrian said as he played with the button on his jacket. The boy blushed lightly when he was called handsome. “Thank you. Thats very kind of you to say. You’re quite handsome yourself.” he said, flashing him an awkward smile. 

He couldn’t comprehend half of his words but at least he was conscious enough to know he wasn’t censuring him for his idiotic behavior right now. He appreciated it. Didn’t think he could get into a squabble when he was this drunk. “Oh yes. You get. You know I sort of envy people like you who can keep your shits together. I’ve only been here for half an hour at most and I’m already seeing stars. Shouldn’t they like hide the alcohol from children too? I don’t wanna see kids running around with a fucking bottle of whiskey in their hands or some shit like that. That would be...... Terrifying to see.” He didn’t know what he was even talking about. He just wanted to find a bed to lie down. Maybe get a cuddle or two. Oh he hadn’t had one of those in forever. Before he could think any further there was a glass of water being handed to him. He hummed in gratitude. “Thank you.... You’re too nice.” He replied following his advice to lean back. The world was spinning less. He shut his eyes for three seconds then opened them again. The handsome man was still there. “You are though.... You are my ah. Knight in shining armor.” He chuckled and blushed in return. “Thank you. What’s your name? I’m Cody. But you can call me anything you want.” 

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oriionsgalaxies‌:

Ding, ding, ding– Second drunkard of the night, and unsurprisingly, it was Cyrek’s carefree friend. Orion didn’t know him well; truth be told, his attitude was brazen in a manner different than Cyrek’s, leaving the artist a bit intimidated. Therefore, when his voice slowed the male’s pace down the hallway, it took him an extra moment to decide to stop in his tracks. “I… think it’s only you, mate,” he responded, letting slip a tinge of British accent for fleeting seconds, pausing to mull over the question with furrowed brow. The room hadn’t spun today for him, had it? Phantom earthquakes weren’t uncommon with his schizophrenia, especially when turbulent anxiety took hold and dug in like talons– he’d had frequent bouts of it since the home invasion, but he didn’t think he had experienced it… today. Had he? Shaking himself out of it, jaded gaze locked on his face, stoic disposition unwavering as he would present himself to anyone else in the manor, “Do you need water? You should sit.”

Oh Jesus. He knew this person but also didn’t. Cyreks brother had been someone he would rather avoid. He didn’t sound like a guy who would appreciate his humor or how he could be so forward with his flirting. If he hadn’t been so drunk he would have acted all awkward by now but thankfully he had given himself enough shots to keep on going. If he got embarrassed there wer the odds of him wanting more alcohol to cover it up. “No....? Because everything is so spinny and like ripply right now.... I think your brother agreed....” He said. His voice was getting weak almost lethargic. He wanted to take his clothes off and sleep there but Cody knew it would get him into trouble. “I am sitting down.” He said unsure if he was. He looked at him again with narrowed eyebrows. “Why are you so sober? You should be.... Having drinks too. You know. Having fun. It’s a party afterall.” He suggested. 

[queenscody]

cywreck‌:

He was definitely going to pay for the amount he had thrown back in the morning; for now, he was pleasantly content with the devoid of his brain. Eventually, he would come down from it, sober up into a somber asshole again– preferably, when he intended to be the bearer of bad news for his younger brother who had remained in the dark all this time. The room was spinning, yet otherwise clear, puffing out his cheeks in an unhappy pout on the floor, crossing his legs. Head craning upward when his name was spoken, an easy smile defined his sharp cheekbones, giggling stupidly while a hand shot up to tug at his own hair and smooth out a mussed piece, “Y’know, I don’t remember… which is probably what I fuckin’ wanted, so fuck it– wait…” Squinting his eyes, left eye aching from the bruise obscured by his concealer and eyeshadow, he pointed at Cody. “I’m not that drunk, you’re so drunk.” Pursing his lips in a thin line with the accusatory face, his grin promptly returned in full force, grabbing onto the table to force himself back on his feet. “Lie down, I could lie down… I’m gettin’ sleepy,” he conceded with a nod, stretching his arms across the table, laying his head down on them, eyes closed with a tired smile, “Why do they call these tables anyway? They should call them… tiny beds. They’re not comfy at fuckin’ all but people have sex on them all the time. Like a bed.” What were they talking about? Opening his glazed eyes to focus on Cody’s face– or, two Codys? “Dude… how’d you clone yourself? You’re like, two people right now, it’s fuckin’ badass. Where, uh, where’s the clonin’ machine in this place? They have everythin’.” Considering his friend’s question, the drunken musician closed one eye and rolled his gaze up to the ceiling, listening in on the hustle and bustle above him. “Naaah, no, no, no, seven fuckin’ percent chance they’re gonna catch me, I… I can run faster than bullets– I think. Or was it penguins? I can run faster than somethin’.”

God they were just a couple of idiots. Cody was absolutely positive he was getting stern looks from across the building and he wouldn’t be surprised if they got kicked out later. Or now. He felt eyes on him but he was having too much of a good time to even spare those a glance. He was on cloud nine and didn’t think anyone could or should stop him from enjoying all of it. Cyrek was even worse but he found the situation more hilarious than anything else. “Dude.... You’re fucking rambling about fucking tables. You’re drunk. You’re the drunk one even I know tables are made not for lying around. You stupid ass.” And yet Cody was leaning against one of the table legs huffing out a long sigh like life was crumbling around him. It wasn’t he was just exgaggerating stuff but he was too drunk to care for the reputation and image he apparently needed to uphold. He was so fucked if he happened to stumble upon anyone from school here. His whole name would be tainted. His scholarship would be cut even. He would disappoint his parents for wasting his potential alas he loved the partying and he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. “Can you carry me if they try to catch us?” He asked. “I mean..... I would love nothing more than being held in your arms.” He started giggling. “Don’t you have a wife....? She just letting you go around drunk like this? Must be nice.” He mumbled no longer knowing his own words.

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aadrianlim‌:

Adrian was standing at the party with a glass of whiskey in his hand, trying to look interested. He didn’t really drink, he’d just ordered it because it was free and he wanted to look adult. The man could count on one hand the times he’d consumed alcohol since he had become legal age. It had only been 2 years since then but most people his age were out having fun and going to parties but that wasn’t really his thing. His thoughts were interrupted by the man leaning against the wall, talking. Adrian looked at him and shook his head. “Um, it’s not spinning. But, I think you might’ve drank a lot. Do you want to sit down?”, he asked, gesturing to the armchair nearby. “Do you need a hand? I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”

Cody found it strange that someone would care enough to stop him from falling all over the place. Most who had walked by looked as if they would rather act like they hadn’t seen anything which he guessed he shouldn’t be mad about. He was just a random drunk who didn’t know how to behave like the rest of these people. It was embarrassing but a little too late to stop now so he might as well go all out. “Probably.... I just don’t know where to sit down. I don’t even know where I am.” He said with a giggle and a hiccup. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe it was a mistake to come here. He didn’t really fit. The rave had treated him better even if it had turned into a complete chaos too. “Thank you... My savior.” He gulped. “I’ll be fine though. I think I just need a couple of minutes to just.... pause or something. Everything is moving so fast.” He said taking a glance over to him. “You’re a handsome. Handsome man.” 

[queenscody]

hcatheralcott‌:

This was the second drunkrad she’d stumbled upon this evening; the first one being Cyrek, though, as rattled as she had been witnessing him prance around like a fool, she was also concerned over the fact that he’d just gone through yet another traumatic event. It worried her to no end, recalling the last time she’d seen him drowned in a seemingly ceaseless slump.  This one? This one just looked they had just experienced too much fun. Taking a step back to shroud her injured arm with the other, her sling now feeling like a massive weight, causing her entire torso to feel sore - Heather scrunched her brows in a flicker of wonder and perhaps, a slight tint of sheer amusement. “Nope. Just you. How much have you had, big guy?” The alcohol was pretty tempting, but she wouldn’t want to return to her family all goobled up thanks to booze. 

Cody was starting to slide his way down onto the floor. He laughed a little seeing the woman but not at her moreso himself because everything looked so damn funny right now. He was starting to think this wasn’t just purely alcohol. Someone might have been evil enough to spike his drink or something. This place looked like it could be shady enough for those things anyway. “Only about four glasses. Big glasses.” He said. Okay maybe he was just drunk and there wasn’t any sort of evil ploy backing this. “I think the world is a starry place don’t you think?” He added even more before he hiccuped. He looked up to notice the sling around her arm and raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “Why are you.... Mummified like that? Not that you don’t look good because you do. Damn. But why are you all wrapped up? Did something happen?” He said before frowning. “Am in I a hospital?” He said then paused longer. “I’m gonna be sick...” 

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cywreck‌:

One simple fact was floating around his cognizance right now: he was very, very drunk now that he had managed to obtain enough wine around the party to actually get himself hammered– which had been difficult, considering he was a heavyweight. Now, everything felt pleasant, like nothing in the world could harm him, shoving down the memories of a few nights before that had given him restless sleep, jolting awake in midnight hours with terror coursing through every fiber of his being. The incessant urge to check up on his wife, tail around her the whole party, had finally subsided a few glasses in, although Cyrek thought he should relocate her wherever she’d settled to eat soon. After Heather had practically dragged him off the stage one-armed just shy of an attempt at an embarrassing toast, he had ended up back down… here. Where was he? God, he hadn’t been this shit-faced since Alice died. The voice that spoke to him sounded familiar, vision partially obscured by the glass he was downing in one go. Furrowing his brow when he lowered it while it burned his throat, he laughed, tipping his head back against the wall, setting the glass down on the nearest table and placing his hands on his face, running them through his raven locks. “No, dude, it’s totally goin’ fuckin’ haywire.” He wasn’t made for events like these, never had been– wasn’t made for people like Coraline, lavish celebrations. Right now, he felt like he deserved to be that dumbass at wild parties, the kid that was broke as fuck so he’d do anything for fun– self-punishing as ever, but at least it quelled the desire to shoot up. Still laughing, the older male mumbled, “I think I need to, uhh, sit down, maybe it’s an earthquake… Should we take cover or just let papa earth shake us?” Moving to push himself away from the wall, he lost his balance– shit– and fell on his ass, effectively ending the decision-making for him. “Oh, fuck, it’s really strong.”

He knew that voice. Was it Cyrek? He sounded really really drunk. Oh how Cody wished he could have been more sober now so maybe he would have been able to make fun of the situation alas he was too hammered himself to comment on his state. He had never coined Cyrek as someone who liked getting drunk though. At least not this drunk. He had always had some sort of composure that made him balanced. Well. Cody tried not to think much of it. He wasn’t here to analyze people he just wanted to have fun. Cyrek was fun right now. He would continue his flirtation with him if only he could stand properly. The world looked so weird right now like everything came out in waves. He just wanted to sit down and never get up. Or scream at the top of his lungs. “Cy... The fuck. Why are you so drunk?” Said the drunk himself which only made him laugh after the realization. “I think we should just.... Lie down on the ground. I feel like we’re going to fall if we keep on standing.” He said in a mumble. “There are guards around. Do you think they’re gonna catch us?” He said unable to hide his slur. 

[queenscody]

Do you see potential in yourself as an illustrator?

I do. See I’m one of the top students but I have this huge problem.... Where I procastinate too much and party too much. I don’t take things serious and my professors won’t shut up about how I’m wasting my talent. They think I’m useless now. 

[queenscody]

Ask me anything

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qrpelijah‌:

Elijah is around for work matters. They have not been out of the woods in quite some time and have spent a large chunk of their time adjuring several blueprints that are soon to be propotioned to the developers who will certainly put their design on a substansive display. This place is swarmed with those people. They need to build confidence and links as much as they possibly can, otherwise i will be an enormous missed opportunity. With a champagne in hand, Elijah knits their way to the more secluded portion of the building. There, they hear a familiar sound. Oh, Cody. Has he been getting himself drunk again? A flicker of disappointment tatters their expression. He’s had so much potential in him and yet he keeps on wasting his time. Cody is a fantastic illustrator. Someone Elijah could see themselves working with for years ahead. Alas, he doesn’t seem to have a decent grip on himself. Elijah paints a weak smile, watching him. “You’re just intoxicated I believe.” Elijah hums softly. “I take it you’re having fun?” 

Oh dear god. Of all people it would have to be someone he desperately wanted to impress. This is literally one of those rom com situations where the awkward protagonist makes fun of himself infront of the man whom he was supposed to act cool with. His knight in shining armor. Wait no. No, no. He shouldn’t have. Elijah was his mentor and he shouldn’t be developing the urge to get into their pants. It was almost impossible not to though when he was drunk like this especially. Elijah for some reason looked really hot in that suit. Oh boy... The things that Cody would do just to touch those hidden abs. Dammit. “Am I?” He said slurring his words and knowing he would only continue to make a fool of himself. Cody was doomed. “Yes sir... I mean why shouldn’t I right? It’s a party! We all gotta have fun.” He exclaimed hiding his need to throw up. 

[queenscody]

Cody was... Well embarrassing himself seemed to be the best way to put it. Only a couple of hours after the party started he was already on his way to getting utterly hammered. He couldn’t help himself. He’d been getting free alcohol after all. Now he was slumping around with his face red and a grin that couldn’t leave his face. He knew the party was supposed to be proper or whatever but it was hard to stay like that with so much booze in his system. “Jesus...” Cody said to no one in particular as he leaned himself on a wall. He laughed and shook his head thinking of how pathetic he must have looked amongst these rich people. “Is it just me or is the room spinning... Um. Really. Really fast?” He asked like an idiot. He dressed nice for the occasion. He just couldn’t find the right way to behave. Or function like the rest of them.

[keegan-anderson]

No, no, and hmm how about no.

[queenscody]

keegan-anderson‌:

Cane wasn’t a party goer much anymore but in his younger days that’s all he would ever do. But now he would normally drown himself in liquor alone at a bar until the bartender would cut him off. Cane had heard about the underground rave amongst a couple of fellow bar goers. He figured that he might as well go, since he knew there was probably going to be drugs being sold there. His supply was low and he wanted something stronger than marijuana. He had eventually found out the address where the place was going to be located and made his way to it. He was already about six or so beers deep when he began his journey into the unforgiving night, but he was holding himself together as if he were sober. At least for now.  

Cane eventually made his way into the rave and he was amazed with how well the place was put together in such a short notice of time it seemed. He was already having flashbacks of his high school and college days. It made him feel young again. It made him feel alive. Cane immediately made his way to the bar area. It was hard to push through the people. They seemed to be shoving him in all sorts of directions. It was starting to piss him off. He was so close to the bar but soon he felt someone collide into him which made him stagger back a bit. “Hey! Watch it. What are you fucking blind? Or delusional?” His short temper was starting to show, he had to breath in and out to remain calm so he wouldn’t get thrown out of the party already. He was here for a reason. He just wanted some drugs and a few drinks, then he was going call an Uber and leave. 

Cody was already at the rave and chugging on a bottle of free alcohol already. He was having a lot of fun it had been such a long time since he last partied like this. He had spent too much of his time just sulking around working on his illustrations and he needed to get out have some fresh air. Get himself in trouble maybe. He didn’t know if this would be spread around. He hoped none of his clean cut classmates would have heard about the party otherwise he just knew they would fuck him up by snitching to his professors.

He smelled of alcohol when he bumped into the man. His eyes were blurry so he couldn’t recognize him or what he looked like. He laughed at the showcase of bad temper and shook his head with a grin. “Relax man... I didn’t mean to bump into ya. Why are you so fucking tense anyway. It’s a fucking party!” He shouted like an idot while he ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s have some fun. Come on. Don’t be such a sourpuss.”

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samanthcalcott‌:

Having not traversed around Queens in an immensely long while, it was safe to say that Caleb had nearly forgotten most of the suitable establishments to unwind there; he had become too accustomed to the even more dashing cities and found sole comfort in the warmth of his office or within the cradle of both his two-year old daughter and wife. Things felt a little different here, the air felt homely, but not in a good way–reminding him of the much complicated times, with his parents, two ruffled sisters. He tried to not permit the nostalgia disturb him too much and continued to venture from the hotel room he had booked for the next three days, and down to the streets. “Excuse me,” he murmured, his voice low, evidence of it scarcely being used. “Do you know any decent coffee shops around here? Somewhere quiet would be preferable, I need to finish my work.” 

Cody was just minding his own business as usual. He was planning to go to the rave in a few days and he was trying to prepare himself as much as he could. He was excited for it. He hadn’t done anything illegal in a long time he couldn’t wait to see what kinds of shenanigans that he could pull up later. Plus he hadn’t snorted anything in awhile either. His professors of course would scold him for that but hey sometimes a guy needs to have a quick wild adventure to keep his life fresh. He just finished buying the necessary bearings for it when he walked out and he almost bumped into a guy. Thankfully his feet were quick enough to steady himself and he stood balanced within only seconds. He thought he was going to get called out when the guy spoke but it turned out he was just asking for a coffee shop. “I don’t know a lot of coffee shops though I do know plenty of amazing bars where you can have your peace.” Cody said. “What do you say?”

[queenscody]

eligraves‌:

Elijah had just gotten out of work and was heading back to his apartment. He was tired, exhausted, and living that nine-to-five life was taking its toll on him. But he didn’t mind it, because what was better than money? Nothing, as far as he was concerned. With his briefcase in hand he got off the train coming in from Manhattan and made his way up to the sidewalk. As he walked, he wasn’t paying much attention and ran right into someone, dropping his briefcase and watching as it hit the ground, clasps popping open and sending his papers tumbling out. “Shit - my bad,” He didn’t look at the person, instead dropping to his knees and starting to gather his papers. “I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention.” Finally he looked up, giving them an apologetic smile.

Cody should’ve been watching his own steps himself. He had been busy with his earbuds in his ears. Listening to the songs he couldn’t even understand but with enough catchy beats to keep him in the groove. He had been so into them that he hadn’t realized a guy swerving by before it was too late. The collision was enough to send him a few steps backwards but thankfully he did manage to regain his balance. Cody blinked when he saw the amount of papers spilled on the floor. He felt bad for the guy. It must be annoying to gather all of those back. All because he had not been careful. Cody offered a sympathetic smile though there was a teasing twinkle in his eyes as usual. “That’s fine... It’s New York. Shit like this always happens.” He pulled off his earbuds. “Need some help?” 

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