mikael-valentine:
“Not a bad situation to be in, trust me you miss getting ID’d at times.” Mikael quickly shook his head, “no, apparently I forgot how to form sentences properly. I meant to say I thought I had it bad when my parents’ lectured me.” His eyes widened at the younger male’s directness, especially given the two just met for the first time. However, if someone was going to offer him a good time, who was he to say no? After all, it would be bad manners not to entertain one of the guests. At least that was what he was going to tell himself.
Once in a secluded area, Mikael shrugged. “No biggie.” His eyes darted down towards the joint and a smile crept along his lips. “And what made me so deserving for your generosity?” He questioned. Mikael stood there patiently feeling slightly bad at his behavior. Usually, he smoked the herbal stuff in the privacy of his own house away from spectators, but he assumed the two couldn’t be seen by anyone. When finally handed the joint, he brought it to his lips and took a puff holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling. “Fuck, that’s good stuff.”
“Really? Do you not get IDed? You don’t look that old.” Roman picked on him a bit. He was enjoying being a tease. He didn’t get to fill that role often. Roman nodded his head when the man corrected himself. “That makes more sense.”
Roman was thankful when they reached a more secluded area. It felt more normal to him than being inside the house with all of the other people. Roman pondered the strangers question. He wasn’t sure what drew him in. He wasn’t bad looking but he wasn’t going to give himself away too much. The night was still young. “You seemed interesting. I got a good vibe. Hence the invitation. Plus the whole entertainment aspect.” A smirk etched across his features. ‘I’d hope so. I haven’t heard many complaints before.” He chuckled.











