ofmourne (Austin/Fabious)
@ofmourne continued from (x)
Fabious had somehow gotten dragged to this...orgy thing…by his brother, Thadd. He still wasn’t quite sure how that had happened, but now he was here, and Thadd was…somewhere…apparently having the time of his life. Fabious was a one girl (or guy on occasion) kind of guy and wasn’t really into threesomes or moresomes himself, so he was just kind of wandering around the party, feeling out of place and high-key embarrassed. He hoped he wouldn’t run into someone he actually knew here (besides his brother). Naturally, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Fabious heard a very familiar voice calling out to him. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sink into the floorboards before turning around.
“Austin! I didn’t know you were into…into this…” he said, hoping his friend wouldn’t see how mortified he was to run into him. “I’m not really…Thaddy dragged me here…I’m not really sure how that happened, honestly…I think thirty minutes…maybe?? Have you been here long?”
Austin was a little stunned just see Fabious there, of all the people to turn up to this kind of thing Fabious was the one he hadn’t expected. He stood there, mouth hanging open just a little as he held his towel in place just looking to his friend “Yeah... yeah I’m kinda big into this scene” he admitted with a tiny little blush in his cheeks “Thaddy’s here too? Damn, didn’t know he was into this... you boys have been holding out on me” he joked in a lame attempt to lighten the mood a little “I’ve been here... uh... maybe an hour, I’ve kind of lost track cos I was definitely getting into the spirit of the event. Though something tells me you’re not that into this”
Austin was really trying hard to look relaxed, tricky considering he was still buzzing from his last hookup but he was trying to be a good friend "You want to maybe go find somewhere to grab some water? There’s some bottles of it in the kitchen cos... well, this kind of party can get a little dehydrating” he motioned to the kitchen door nearby with a tiny smile, his hand still holding onto the towel that barely kept his modesty.