@breakpointrising sent:
it's the third party this month that they have both been at. the first two? lars spends a lot of time with his face shoved into his phone --- but tonight he seems to be up and about, actually mingling. their meeting is chance; the last one fleeting, but when their hands bump as they both reach for the same bottle he smiles, and his eyes seeming to light up behind pink shades. "oh. hey, lipstick." a nickname, one given last time as he made an exit. he lets lanque have dibs. "fate strikes again."
being such a prolific party goer renders lanque susceptible to plenty of... regulars, putting it lightly. he knows everyone and they know him, usually one to become a willing target to turn a night from innocent fun to a lustful romp at the drop of a hat. he can’t remember if he did such with lars, but the nickname did tell a certain story... that still didn’t come to mind. he just knows he’s seen him around a couple of times, familiar scenery glossed over with his signature smirk.
“ that’s one word for it, ” taking advantage of the new focus on him as he pops the cap off of the admittedly light for him bottle. that isn’t gonna stop him from taking a drink, “ did you sneak into this one too? ”