Reza wasnāt sure heād seen anyone smile that wide sinceā¦ he couldnāt really remember since when and the borderline Cheshire grin was somewhere between invigorating and annoying. Mostly annoying but less so after Reza had downed that second shot. Really, it was almost fascinating that the gleeful face didnāt crack in two. Despite himself, Reza actually found a smile creeping onto his own face. Barely visible, but still there. He blamed the booze. And the smile was mostly self-deprecating because really, this night couldnāt get any worse. Even though he was drinking with an almost complete stranger and knowing this town, the guy could just as well be a flesh eating monster. Maybe if he got eaten, Reza wouldnāt have to face the shame of returning to the apartment later on.
Taken back by the sudden burst of laughter, Reza blinked at Clark, hand halting where it had been reaching for the third and final shot. He could already sense how much he was going to regret all that vodka tomorrow. Clarkās theatrics probably would have made Reza laugh if it hadnāt been for the bursting statement and the fact that heād just assumed Clark to be straight because that was much, much safer. Hanging out with a grinning, sociable and good looking guy was shady enough but when that guy also liked guys? The thought filled him to the brim with guilt, dimmed by the third shot being poured down his throat. Fine. Heād go have a smoke with Clark after this and then go straight home. Or maybe take a walk for a few hours and then go home. Yeah, that was definitely a plan.Ā
āOh,ā came the reply to Clarkās amused announcement, finally, the single syllable somehow managing to be so ridiculously awkward. Damn it. The subject of vampires seemed much safer and Reza was relieved that Clark wasnāt one of those idiots with his head in the sand. Did that mean that Clark wasnāt human, either? And if so, what was he? Would he answer honestly if Reza asked? Probably not.Ā
The sixth and final shot vanished and brown eyes trailed after it with envy, even as Rezaās stomach quietly objected to the abuse and his vision blurred just so.Ā āNot all vampires,ā Reza found himself objecting, instantly protective over the non-crazy vampires he knew. Sure, a lot of them wereā¦ eccentric, but nothing like that insane and overly sexual girl from before.Ā āBut that one was fucking insane.ā Licking his lips, grimacing at the lingering taste from the shots, Rezaās eyes trailed over the crowd and towards the doors, hand already moving towards the smokes in his jean pocket. Tentatively, his eyes moved back to watch Clark.Ā
āI really need that smoke now.ā
Once theyād shouldered their way back through the crowd, slipping past people laughing loudly and gyrating hips, Reza was grateful to breathe in the cold, evening air.Ā āFuck,ā he sighed, unsteady hands instantly pulling out the pack of cigarettes as he sidled away from the entrance of the club, pointedly not paying too much attention to Clark. Looking inside the tattered pack, Reza contemplated just grabbing a normal cigarette but his fingers were pulling out the rolled up joint sitting between them before heād even made a decision. Not like it would surprise Clark, seeing as Reza had already been outed as a drug dealer or whatever.Ā āWant a normal one orā¦?ā Reza trailed off, joint hanging from between his lips as he dug around for his lighter, holding out the pack to Clark with his other hand. Part of him kinda hoping Clark would say no and prefer a hit from the joint.Ā
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