The small boy never drank before, ever. He knew it was bad so he tried to ignore as much as he could the alcohol.. but he was already eighteen, and being too ‘good’ was.. honestly, embarassing at times? Compared to others, he was an angel. He didn’t even know how to party nor went out often, and if he did it was to grab some iced tea with Suho, his friend.
Picking up his mobile, he toyed with the object between his small fingers few times, not sure if he should or should not do this.. but he’d already made the decision, so why not? They all said he was a good boy, a little good boy- it started to get pissing at times. Sure, he was nice and friendly- bubbly and always up to make friends, but we all have our secrets and things (parts of us, mostly) that we hide.. and the ‘little’ Namsoo was no exception. He stuttered a lot and blushed, but it didn’t mean he was as innocent nor nice as he looked; he could be really mean, if he wanted or if it was needed.
Sighing, he looked through his contact list and came across the letter D.. only one person with that name there, Dolce. The other male was around one year older than Namsoo and he clearly knew a lot- he looked like a party and alcohol person, perfect for Namsoo’s intentions. A smirk on his face, he texted his friend.
[text to; Dolce.] yo, up for something fun~ ? it implies alcohol and maybe clubbing, going to hunt some cuties down.
[text to; Dolce.] before y’freak out, yes I’m fine, I just want to have some fun, do stupid things such as make the cops run after us.. ops!
[text to; Dolce.] so if you wanna, hit me up. xoxo~
He chuckled to himself- he looked silly, but he didn’t care. He was in need of company and a drink, so why not? Laying back onto his bed, he waited for the elder to respond to his texts, mentally hoping he didn’t think the younger was nuts.
[ ✧ ] —-Bored, so bored, so, so incredibly bored. It was the problem with being a cosmopolitan child raised to see the wonders of the world; it was rather hard to keep his interest piqued for more than a few seconds. Unless it came to fashion and design and everything else that concerned physical beauty, it was impossible to keep the Dolce Spencer interested. So there he lay upon his lavish four poster bed, tossing and turning upon the sheets as he racked his brain up for any good entertainment ideas that did not involve messing around with the South Korean cops once more.
But what about alcohol? As a boy who celebrated his day of legality a lot of years too early as a stereotypical European, he had been well acquainted with drunkenness and proof ever since he was a wee lad. It didn’t help that his homosexual father was as lenient as a bad friend when it came to certain vices, and the famous designer barely even bat an eyelash when a young Dolce managed to finish an entire bottle of Black Label whiskey that one time at fourteen. And between him and his twin sister, he had always been the one with the love-affair with intoxication so it was rather expected that he’d be game for anything that involved the sinful concoctions.
So when an acquaintance of his decided to ring him up for a couple of drinks, the young designer almost believed in the existence of a god once more for hearing out his anti-boredom prayers. Though he did quirk a brow upon the specific sender—Namsoo inviting him out to go clubbing and get drunk was something he’d never expect for a thousand years and a day. Chuckling to himself, the boy leaned against his headboard, keying in his reply as he thought up tonight’s possible ensemble.
[ sms ] Babyhead || Lee Namsoo
namsoo and clubbing in one sentence? is it the apocalypse?
[ sms ] Babyhead || Lee Namsoo
judging from the number of speeding tickets i have, i could plainly say that the cops and i are pretty much best buddies now. srsly.
[ sms ] Babyhead || Lee Namsoo
i don’t say no to alcohol. u home? i’ll drive by.
And with that the boy hauled himself out of bed, fearing that his beloved sanctum was becoming too comfortable for safety. It would be his unlikely friend’s first time in a club, so he should dress up for the occasion well. The prospect excited him, really; maybe he should let him play a little drinking game. He did want to see the younger drunk off his socks, after all. And boy did he just have the perfect plan for that.
