- teetotal annihilation !
@blckchase bribed me with love for a starter !
from what he can recall, saint never grew up around alcohol. his parents took him to the occasional formal or he would play somewhere they were serving fancy champagne or expensive wines, but that was all he ever really came across. he wasn’t overly curious. saint never went digging through his parents’ cellar. the pianist had an inkling of what was down there so he didn’t really think he needed to see it with his own eyes. the thought of getting drunk or even slightly buzz never really ever appealed to him. that’s just how saint was. parties weren’t somewhere you could find him. well, not until now, anyways.
there were only a few places that saint visited around the facilities. the gardens were nice when he wanted peace and quiet. he usually ate at the food court during dead times where no one else was around. sometimes saint took classes and he recently had a piano installed with his own money from allowance, but that was it. but even so, that didn’t seem enough for chase.
the other had been bothering him for sometime now, telling saint that he needed to interact with things that would actually talk back to him. his piano wasn’t going to fulfill his social quota for the day. it didn’t matter how many times he stroked its keys or told it about his problems (chase’s words, he definitely did not do that). and so, begrudginly, saint had agreed to whatever the other had planned. however, he did not know that that included loud music and alcohol. saint would have kindly passed had he had that information.
“are you sure this is somewhere we should be? are we even allowed parties here?”