no honey
@crceleste
The sensations seems shot, as if they will last only until they are over. Intoxication starts seeping out of skin and into the open air; alcohol, sweat, sex. Like usual prospects of young adults, decorating the walls as they often do, and settle over everything for attention to set itself upon.
There is a big question mark tapping over what month it is and the day itself has been forgotten. If you have a solid amount of alcohol, time renders everything as useless, nor does Yong find any reason to keep track of it.
The alcohol slides down his throat with ease, and yet he isn’t feeling so satisfied until he feels a tinge of buzz, ordering a glass and another-- but of course, something always has to kill that buzz that he wants so badly to revive.
He looks at a crowd just beside him, hurdling around someone he thinks might be a little too popular. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass. “Isn’t it all too rude to stare-- keeping people secluded with your musings” he says, missing the undertones of his own voice. Because he knows attention, hates attention, and people having to look at you like you’re some show.
His aura intimidates the crowd and soon after they leave, person by person, until what they’ve been huddling around is left and alone. Yong goes back to drinking, not giving her a second look-- there’s nothing so charming about her.
