THE BAD GUY™

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yestisluca‌:

“oh oh uh……” luca’s brows furrowed in confusion. he didnt even know that he was being dragged in here. in fact he was looking for his friends that gave him money to go get mixers so he did get them and had them with him because he still couldn’t find them, after all, this time. “mixers?” he asked holding up the two bottles in his hands as he looked at him with a sheepish smile on his lips and stood there awkwardly. “i can’t find my friends…. i’m s s s s s sorry i th th th th th thought they were here.” he said a bit shyly as he looked at the ground and nervously bit the bottom of his lip. “i c c c c c c c can go if you w w w w w want me to. i should really find them…. th th th th th though i think they left…..” he muttered even though he knew that if he went with them he would most likely be the designated babysitter all night. he knew that he shouldn’t have left them too long but he did. 

“Ah whatever, stay.” This little gathering he put together was already turning into kind of a sausage fest anyway, so why the hell not? “But if you’re staying, you’re not just looking at me drinking. I don’t do well with voyeurism.” Sterling joked before twisting his body a little and reaching for a red cup that was almost hidden underneath the bed. He took a nifty amount of the Listerine-looking dollar store vodka he bought and put it on the cup, then handling it to the boy. He could have actual bourbon when he proves himself. Until then, he gets that generic alcohol. 

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tomhqs‌:

“Geez, y’know when you make such a big deal like that, it looks suspect as hell right?” Thomas said, in no hurry to rush into the room just yet as he stood there, patting down his jeans pockets and chest a bit as if he might have misplaced something. “Whoops! Seems I only brought myself since, yanno, your message there implied you had all the booze we needed so I figured you just needed the company.” After this, the male eased into the room and began to touch everything in sight. “Hey! Look at this lamp, man– have you seen this? That’s neat,” picking the thing up and turning it over a moment before setting it back in place. “BRO, what the hell?! They gave you cups?! I didn’t get cups in my room,” he said, grabbing one of the generic plastic cups most hotels left for the guests and waved it like some incriminating piece of evidence. This, too, was sat back down as Thomas gave a large sniff and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, wandering towards the TV. “You think they got the titty channels on here?” snatching the remote up, the boy proceeded to turn the TV on and begin flipping through the channels as he rocked his hips back and forth, despite his legs remaining in place. Almost the way a child would that knew they were supposed to remain in one spot but still managed to wiggle around somehow. “ 

For a moment Sterling just crossed his arms and wondered whether he was being sanctimonious and unfair, but the more he observed the guy putting his grubby hands on all the things in the room and having the audacity to basically tell he came just to be a leech, it was clear Sterling wasn’t reverting back to his holier-than-thou ways. The dude was just annoying. “I dunno how you never heard of Quid Pro Quo, but there ain’t nothing in this world for free.” As he said that, Sterling uncrossed his arms and calmly, bur firmly grabbed the cup back from Thomas’ hands. A clear demonstration that he wasn’t just kidding. "You didn't bring weed? Molly? Coke? A fucking snack? And you want my booze? I think not." 

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veronicarussio‌:

Veronica wasn’t exactly sure why she had agreed to attend the little party that was happening but it seemed most people wanted to be in attendance. Clutching the book tightly in her chest as she arrived at the cabin that had been mass texted to everyone. Stopping at the entrance and glancing around, was she supposed to bring something? A platter of food? That hadn’t been specified in the text that she had gotten off people. “Oh, I bought my copy of Mansfield Park, you won’t even notice that I’m here.”

“Look, as much as I appreciate good literature”, Sterling said, keeping a polite, if not a little condescending smirk in regards to the girl’s Faux Pas. “I don’t see how we’ll be able to entertain ourselves with Jane Austen here. I was hoping for more of a Oscar Wilde vibe, y’know what I mean?” Sterling didn't get mad at the girl for an innocent mistake. One he could definitely see himself making a couple years ago. Besides, there was no one around to see him being legit. Most of the time it was pretty easy to shift into whatever version of himself Sterling deemed more appropriate according to what he wanted to achieve, but sometimes it felt surprisingly good to just say nerdy, stupid shit without a care in the world.

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Imessage to Sterl

Kels: don’t be weird. Lol yeah you should probably talk to them about the places they put you because my room is nice af

Sterling: You got me curious about this nice room of yours.

Sterling: I'm gonna try and ditch my 'buddy' later so we can check which room is nicer

Sterling: We'll test the beds first 💁

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Imessage to Sterl

kels: what? my room does not look like a child's room.. maybe they put you in some kids suite because you're an actual child?

kels: i mean i already suggested the fun house... where else would you have fun at?

Sterling: Child? That would make you a pedo and a creep by definition lmao

Sterling: I dunno, amusement parks aren't really my thing, but I'm down for the funhouse thing.

Sterling: This school stashing me in the worst possible rooms is becoming a running gag at this point smh

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Imessage to Sterl

Kels: sounds better than a fun house.

Sterling: I just need to come up with a place for us to actually drink it

Sterling: Because these rooms...

Sterling: too much of a kiddie vibe.

Sterling: any ideas or nice spots?

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Imessage to open

kels: i am so fucking bored.

kels: i went to get booze from memphis but he just wanted to pass around the d and i need something a little faster than a minute man.

kels: please tell me you are down to make out in the fun house later? i am bored as fuck and need to pass the time.

kels: plus seeing myself in the mirrors as we make out.. totally worth it.

Sterling: aw red, why didn't you say so?

Sterling: I've got like 3/5's of a bottle of jack

Sterling: And some vodka that looks like listerine

Sterling: How's that sound to you?

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@luxorstarters

So far Sterling wasn't exactly in love with the boarding school life. Exactly as he predicted. Not that he was actively hating it, most of these people were lovely, they were just boring as bags of rocks. Some girl invited him to a birthday party that was more like a full week at Six Flags. He barely knew the birthday girl, but for a chance to get out of that place's gates, he'd be her best fucking friend. He'd just need some supplies to endure a full week at an amusement park with complete strangers. Good thing he managed to sneak his friends Jack and Natasha in. Well, Jack was pretty self explanatory. Natasha, on the other hand, was a local brand of really shitty vodka he found in a store that was lazy enough to not look too hard at his fake ID. From there, it was simple enough to spread the word that he had booze and was willing to throw a little soiree in his dorm. Anyone who made their way there hopefully knew the basic etiquette of Bring Your Own Poison. "Come in, quick! What did you bring?" 

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monicahq‌:

Monica looked at Sterling and raised an eyebrow. “Well, this place sucks, honestly, but at least you don’t have a roommate. At least so far, you don’t so far.” Monica said as she kept writing on the book she had picked earlier. “Why did you get kicked out of your house? Did you kill your dog or something like that? Because that’s messed up if you did that, the dog did nothing to you.” Monica said, looking over at Sterling. “I’ll think about doing that too, you really have good ideas, I’m surprised.”

“Damn, your first assumption about it is that I killed my dog? Do I look that psychotic to you?” Sterling laughed a little at her assumption. He wasn’t going to lie, that was a part of him, and a not so small one at that, who was pretty pleased to be mistaken for a psychopath. Ever since the incident in his old school he’s been maliciously complying with the expectations set on him. People said that he was mean and kinda unhinged? Fine. He’d be the meanest, craziest son of a bitch out there. “Is that the stuff people do to get sent here? What did you do? You look like you’re here because of a nervous nose, maybe?” He rubbed his nose and sniffed loud to drive his metaphor in. “Or maybe you had a boyfriend outside your tax bracket and daddy disapproved...”

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yestisluca‌:

“well…. i mean, you never asked my n n n n n name until now.” he said furrowing his brows at the mention of the nickname kid. why was he always stuck with that? he didn’t understand people sometimes. “luca….” he said letting his voice trail off as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “luca bergmann.” he said biting the bottom of his lip. sometimes he couldn’t believe that people still bullied others when everyone knew that it wasn’t cool to do. “i i i i it’s not i’d ac ac ac actually let them do that to me. it’s…. it’s stupid if people think they can g g g g g get away with that because th th th they’re never going to get by in the real world with that behavior.” 

“They’re never going to get by in the— Hahahahaha! Oh dude, you’re funny.” Sterling was just waiting for him to say he believes in stupid crap like Santa, the Easter Bunny or life being fair. He gave Luca a tap on the shoulder and stifled his laughter for a moment before looking at him seriously. “Well, Luca Bergman...” The words were reeking of disdain as they left his mouth. Not for Luca himself, but for how much of an idealistic coward he was being. “Hate to break it to you, but this is bullshit that the adults say when they’re just not in the mood to deal with the crap that happens to you, but by all means, be my guest.” Well, he did more than his fair share in getting Luca prepared for what would happen. “That’s something you need to internalize, so no matter how many times I tell you, it’ll only make sense to you when it’s supposed to.”

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you love fairy tales.

“What if I do? Got a problem with that?”

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you only have anal sex, never once stuck your ding-dong in a cooter.

“Someone who says ‘ding-dong’ and ‘cooter’ never had any kinda sex whatsoever, buddy. Also, the B in LGBTQ isn’t for Bubblebutt, dickwad.”

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the reason you're so mean is to compensate for your tiny weiner.

“What is this? Armchair psychology hour? Not everything has to do with cocks, Sigmund Fraud.” 

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you're a bottom

“Don’t you wish that? I get it, what mere mortal could resist that cornucopia of nature’s treasures? But nope, that’s not my thing.”

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

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alckzandria‌:

Clicking her pen once at his words, only Alek’s eyes shot in his direction from across the room. She twirled it between her fingers before quirking a brow at him. “Wanting to and needing to are very different things.” She insisted, taking her gaze down the boy’s duvet. With dance classes running for most hours of the week, she had little time to set aside for her summer classes. A quick look of concern took over her expression. For a moment, she had assumed he was there by choice. “Sent to the doghouse?” She suggested, sliding her legs around to the side of the chair to face him; almost wondering if it had been his roommate who had sent him here.

“Oh yeah, the ol’ lady kicked me to the curb.” Sterling said, following her comment about the doghouse with a quip. ‘Sent to the doghouse’ made him look like a middle aged dude who got vocal about his wife’s choice of curtains or a visit to their in-laws. Whatever stupid marriage crap works, he mused. “It’s the summer, why do you even need to be reading stuff? Are you one of these types that does summer school? In a boarding school?”