open starter | nye party , 10:37PM
The very first thing that made Brody aware of his condition was warmth. This internal, glowing warmth that seemed to bloom from his chest right into his fingertips. Everything his hands found felt like live wires — in a good way.
Not a single conversation that night had felt real. He’d giggled through most of them, hands idly reaching out to pat at shoulders and nodding in the same sort of way a horse would. Up, down, up, down — Sideways.
He finds himself falling into more walls and people in that night than he has in a life time. And it’s as someone’s snapping in his face he realizes the major difference between his balance tonight and his balance this morning.
In his rush in returning from his break there were two things on his mind. One was the wondering exactly how he’d managed to leave a tab of MDMA in his locker completely free of any casing. The second was just how grateful he was that right next to it was an extra strength ibuprofen.
It was nearly three hours later, and he’d finally realized something.
“Holy shit.” he says quietly, the realization settling into him. There’s a moment where he only stands there, blinking and trying to remember further about the first half of his day.
He laughs. It’s loud, and lasts much too long — but he doesn’t seem to notice as he falls right into another victim of his failing equilibrium.