❝ recipe for disaster. ❞
feat.daehyun
tonight he needs to overwhelm his senses the predictable way, aka going to the club, which was the perfect solution since their speakers were turned up so high that the base carried a physical force with every pulse. the floor shook, liquor rippled, and a giant mass of dancers swayed in time with the rhythm as if they were hypnotized. perfect. vernon stood by the bar, soaking in the aura of shamelessness and drunken glory while waiting for his drink. the line was hell, but it had been better than lying around at xavier’s at 1am, stuck doing nothing. to get drunk was the first step, then he’d surrender to the spell just like everyone else was.
he downed one shot immediately after it came, then grabbed the two that followed. the alcohol hardly burned at all, although the taste it left at the back of his tongue was repulsive, like gasoline. as he goes to turn around his expression goes to hell and he becomes demonic - frown deep, eyes squinting from the pain. he shakes his head and tries to escape, but instead runs straight into a real, live human, one who feels slightly sticky. or maybe that’s him. “my bad.” vernon shouts, looking for an opening to escape, but as he’s doing so notices the familiar features of the unfortunate stranger and realizes how he’s actually completely fucked.
“…no fucking way.” he swears without thinking, his mind is a nuclear war zone filled with a big ‘what if’ in regards to a lecture and detention. it’s uncomfortable and he can hardly hear himself think, and he could just run away and disappear into the crowd, but for some reason he continues to vacantly stare at daehyun with two shots in his hands. actually, he doesn’t know daehyun well at all, and the mystery of his character could double as an opportunity. he could get out of this, he just had to be lucky and a little bit generous. the bargaining chips are in his hands, and vernon offers him a shot. “wanna drink this?”