A L L O F T H E L I G H T S
for vaecordiia.
WHAT IRA ALWAYS LIKED about house parties was the intimacy of them. when you have a place with only a few close friends, there's no romance, nothing new, sweet; you can't remain anonymous when everyone there knows your name. but house parties, places where you can invite your friends, & their friends, & friends of friends; those are what gets his blood going. what gets anyone's blood going. anything can happen at parties where nobody knows anybody else's name.
dressed mostly in charcoal black, save for the crimson red of his bomber jacket, he carries with him a bottle of malibu liquer. he's always had a sweet tooth for coconut. there's a cigarette clamped with laze between his lips, and he'll make his way through the lust infused crowd to the drink's table; where he'll take a glance over the mass of people. the music blares out a kanye west track; and for whatever reason, it seems to amplify him. make him glow with the intent to have a good time.
( but his peripheral catches the glimmer of ice blonde hair. he is so startled, and so intrigued, that he jumps; and glances over his shoulder to see who it was. )
