Summary: Some time after Ace and Tah'Nyem have gotten married after a bender. Ace received a message and chooses the club to forget about it. Poor guy is actually falling in love...
Word Count: 270
Themes: alcohol, sex, drug use, fighting & blood, wallowing, blocking out problems with vices
Author's Note: ocsn au ! Her note:
"Does 'discretion' mean nothing to you? I'm starting to think they choose temple guards for their inefficiency of mind! How good of you to say you'd be honored to be called an idiot, because it's a title well deserved!"
You can find the story as well on AO3 ~
Her letter; words on flimsy he can't even remember anymore.
Bass in his lungs. He turns and catches sight of striking white hair. Follow it.
A hand touches his shoulder, pulls him back. His hands find someone's hips. A drink in his hand but when he goes to sip it, it's already empty.
Lights smear across his vision. White hair lost somewhere in the crowd. Someone says his name, I swear it.
Guided hands, a new room. Teeth on his neck. Heavy panting. It's him, he's panting. His heads are threading through another man's hair, grinding his body against them. White hair. He has white hair.
Keep up.
Ace gets up. No, pulled away. Outside, cold air. Joint between his fingers he doesn’t remember lighting and a rough tongue slipping into his mouth.
Another hit, another shot, another body. Glitter stuck to somebody’s collarbone. He keeps staring at it instead of their face.
The exit sign catches his eye. Red, Red, Red. White. A warning he’s already ignored.
Ace looks down at the drink in his hand, tips it back. Again, again, again, again.
Condensation runs down his wrist. Is that blood?
More lights, more bodies. Blue hair. He turns, reaches. Gone. Somebody else.
He grunts, pushed onto the bed. Someone’s thighs cradling his face, someone else’s fingers tugging at his waist band. Please.
His hips thrust up, white hair behind his closed eyelids. He groans a familiar name, no one hears it. Did he actually say it?
Keep up.
Blood on his knuckles, someone on the floor. Cheers. Bass in his lungs.
The exit sign. Red, Red, Red.
White.
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