He likes being CONSUMED by the crowd, likes being EATEN ALIVE by strangers. He likes the way the music is so LOUD, he feels vibrations in his veins. He likes the amount of spirits being passed around by strangers, but more importantly. . . He likes how he DISAPPEARS among those that originally invited him. How quickly he becomes part of a collection. His physique simply resides on couch, with legs spread apart to claim space. Eyes are hazy and can hardly make out the people performing before him. He’s not even drunk; his mind is just ELSEWHERE. There’s no reason to remain within this world when his thoughts are far more ENTERTAINING. The malicious side of him wonders how quickly the scene would change if it was set to cinders. He knows there would be more FUN found in FIRE than hearing the same pop song play every hour. It’s not that he minds these moments so much; rather. . . He wants a decent ESCAPE. He’s used to serving as that for someone else, but just once-. . . He holds that thought. Someone dares to sit beside him. He anticipates a pretty and wasted face to greet him with open arms, but instead. . .the blonde is met by an UNKNOWN make. Funny. . . He had never seen HIM around before. Shouldn’t he anticipate seeing a foreign face every now and then? It’s so hard when he’s embedded himself in BAD PLACES and knows every name that comes with those crooked corners. But this guy. . . ? Much of him is undefined and he’s tempted to KEEP IT THAT WAY. There is more excitement that comes with exploring evils when one doesn’t know a name. He SMIRKS at the thought, allowing deviousness to DEVOUR all of his intentions. He takes a modest sip of his beer before lazily resting glass to chest.
❝ You look like you came here to be BORED, my man. . . ❞
How odd it is to find someone just as unamused as him. Everyone is ADRENALIZED by their alcohol, but these beings remain untouched and uninterested. He can’t help but extend some kind of FASCINATION through conversation. It’s not like he’ll entertain the notion with anyone else here. Someone who shows a lack of life must get their kicks from something CRAZY. If he can’t find happiness here, he wonders where it lies. ❞
❝ I fuckin’ FEEL that. . . ‘Least the booze is FREE, am I right? ❞ / @glroy
