#druggedpast

[pride-of-azkets]

Starter for @drugged-past

A circle of friends and confidants sat in the dim light of the basement, the party long since having become more mellow with the addition of joints passed around and some of the rowdier attendants having left or fallen asleep.  It left twelve of them, friendly enough, to play a game that had been suggested by one of the girls as she finished off the bottle of vodka she’d been taking swigs from and leaned in to place it in the midst of the group--seven minutes in heaven, but whoever the bottle landed on had to spin and the person it landed on then was their partner.  It seemed like a good enough idea to those assembled, met with giggles and glances around, but Jaar for one was just appreciative to have been thought of at all, to be invited to this party.  It wasn’t like he was close to anyone hosting, so it felt like a flattering gesture.  To then be included in intimate games... there was a welcoming feeling to that.  The person who landed on him was a handsome blond guy, and Jaar felt the tips of his ears burn bright pink when the giggles erupted and they were prompted up and into the closet.  They were something like the third or fourth pairing, and certainly not the first queer couple to be going in but it was hard to tell as he pushed himself to standing and nervously made his way into the closet whether this was a desirable or acceptable outcome for the other party or not.  He knew Secret in passing, but he wasn’t sure whether this would be the most awkward seven minutes he’d have to share, or perhaps be what the others gushed about as they fell from the room with swollen lips and fulfilled laughter.  “So,” he tried to start once the door had closed after them, leaving them in near total darkness save the Barbie flashlight someone had found and propped up in the corner.  “Secret, right?  I think we had algebra together a couple years ago.”

[lyingawxke]

@drugged-past

Lavinia didn’t know why she was doing this, but she felt like it was the right thing to do. Her slick black car pulled up in front of the prison gates, were she was going to wait. She had kept track of Aster since he had been in jail, and tonight was the night they would finally let him leave. Of course, she hadn’t seen him in years, not since high school , in fact. They were both likely to be completely different people now. She knew that she was. She doubted that Aster would even recognize her. 

She gets out of the car and leans against the driver’s side door, staring at her phone while she waits. 

[welcometothesins-roleplay]

Without Home - Closed Starter

Ange was carrying his two bags around, limping a bit. He had lost the bottom of one of his shoes finally. He had been hoping it would have held out a little longer. He didn’t look too horrible other than that. His hair was pulled up in a bun and he was glamoured making him look human. He had learned early on in his life that showing he wasn’t human wasn’t smart. He plopped down  finally when he found some shelter on where he could sleep. He laid out his things wrapping up in his blanket and sighed softly.

He didn’t expect anyone to notice or care about him. He knew better than to hope for that. 

[pride-of-azkets]

Closed starter for @drugged-past of Alissia and Gwen On Tuesday nights, after last call at Gwen's work, the dancer's would continue their night at one of the bars in the area. This part of the city was known for its nightlife, lined in clubs of all sorts and plenty of nooks to get a drink and so, all done up from the night's work, the dancers would explore what else the densely-packed streets had to offer, every week picking a new bar to check out and spend time in. This week took them to Fire and Ice, a nook they hadn't yet encountered as a group but one that Gwen had been to a few times on failed dates. Not at the fault of the venue, far from--Gwen had always been pleased with the ambience and drinks, but the people that had brought her there were iffy at best. Tonight, though, she was with her people, and would enjoy it to the best of her ability. She was the spokesperson of the group that night, ordering drinks at the bar for the crew, and found herself at the fairly packed bar observing the surroundings, and the rather attractive woman manning the bar. So maybe she was admiring the other a little too closely, but respectfully! Always respectfully, offering a smile when the bartender came around to take her order. "Busy night," she offered as the woman began her order of several drinks behind the bar, Gwen wanting to seem cordial and nice in a sea of needy faces. "Nice to see it this way, I'm sure."

[theoriginalloser]

@drugged-past​

Briar hummed walking with Rian to the pet shop, needing to get Rian some food. It was one of the few times they ever left the apartment. They would have asked Pierce to pick it up but they didn’t want to ask too much. Plus they were pretty sure Pierce would get the wrong food.

They were so focused on getting in and out, back to the safety net of the apartment they didn’t notice the person until it was too late and slammed into them letting out a startled cry. They landed hard on the ground and Rian immediately jumped into their arms trying to calm them. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice-”