Status: closed @kitaylcr
Location: Skateland
Keep it cute. It’s Bowie’s one rule for going out and having fun. No matter how much they’ve had to drink, or the rare occasion they decide to dabble in something more illegal, they have to keep themself somewhat presentable and never sloppy. But that old saying, it’s true. Rules are meant to be broken, and tonight? Bowie’s a mess. A good, fun loving mess who has no idea how and when the night so beautifully escalated to this point of being a little high, a lot drunk. And to make matters wonderfully worse, they’ve made their way to trouble in the form of Kit Taylor - friend and loverboy extraordinaire.
Even with all of the available seating at the corner table, Bowie opts to sit on Kit’s lap, their arm hanging across his shoulder as the two of them drunkenly share an order of fries. “Baby, I can’t believe you showed up to this bitch in platforms,” They say, practically screaming from how hard they’re laughing. “When I tell you, I’m genuinely so weak right now. Are they comfortable?” Bowie asks, leaning over to look at the boots again and nearly toppling out of his lap. Laughing still, they just barely stop the Elton John glasses from sliding off of their face, which they stole from Kit the first chance they got.
