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for @itsjust-zekers | nye party , 11:56PM
Brodyās not sure when, but heād gained a pair of glasses ā 2004.
The New Year was mere moments away and it was just now dawning on him that he was surrounded by only strangers ā unfamiliar faces that were in their own little world, tracking down their partners or friends for the ball drop. Itās a few turns of his head before his eyes finally fall on an escaping figure.
Itās Ezekiel ā Zeke, the other insists, but Brodyās always ignored that. Heās always thought Zeke was a fun name, and Ezekielās got no time for fun. Paycheck to paycheck, classes out the assā
Maybe thatās why, when intoxicated, Ezekiel runs off. Into nothing, usually. No responsibilities considered, no plan for getting home, no nothing. Just running. Goodbye, Zeke!
If Brody were more sober, heād feel more sorry for the other. As it is, his hand grabs up the otherās sleeve as he tries to flee the party. He tugs him backwards, certain that he can be more stubborn than the other.
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā he asks, slow and slurred. āThe⦠the fuckinā uh⦠The countdown.ā he manages. Wide pupils look the other over, some mix of determination and curiosity present in them.
āYouāre going to miss the countdown.ā
open starter | nye party , 10:37PM
The very first thing that made Brody aware of his condition was warmth. This internal, glowing warmth that seemed to bloom from his chest right into his fingertips. Everything his hands found felt like live wires ā in a good way.
Not a single conversation that night had felt real. Heād giggled through most of them, hands idly reaching out to pat at shoulders and nodding in the same sort of way a horse would. Up, down, up, down ā Sideways.
He finds himself falling into more walls and people in that night than he has in a life time. And itās as someoneās snapping in his face he realizes the major difference between his balance tonight and his balance this morning.
In his rush in returning from his break there were two things on his mind. One was the wondering exactly how heād managed to leave a tab of MDMA in his locker completely free of any casing. The second was just how grateful he was that right next to it was an extra strength ibuprofen.
It was nearly three hours later, and heād finally realized something.
āHoly shit.ā he says quietly, the realization settling into him. Thereās a moment where he only stands there, blinking and trying to remember further about the first half of his day.
He laughs. Itās loud, and lasts much too long ā but he doesnāt seem to notice as he falls right into another victim of his failing equilibrium.
finnĀ doesn'tĀ seeĀ brodyĀ soĀ muchĀ asĀ feelĀ himĀ -Ā aĀ sudden,Ā clumsyĀ tugĀ thatĀ collidesĀ warmĀ bodyĀ intoĀ warmĀ body.Ā instinctĀ catchesĀ beforeĀ thoughtĀ everĀ bothersĀ toĀ showĀ up,Ā andĀ finlo'sĀ handsĀ comeĀ upĀ fast,Ā palmsĀ open,Ā bracingĀ theĀ otherĀ byĀ theĀ shouldersĀ likeĀ he'sĀ doneĀ thisĀ aĀ thousandĀ timesĀ before.Ā ā whoahhh,Ā hey- āĀ hisĀ voiceĀ comesĀ outĀ soft,Ā automaticallyĀ gentle,Ā theĀ wayĀ hisĀ voiceĀ onlyĀ everĀ getsĀ whenĀ someoneĀ stumblesĀ intoĀ hisĀ trajectoryĀ insteadĀ ofĀ challengingĀ it.Ā
finnāsĀ grinĀ flickersĀ forĀ aĀ momentĀ andĀ thenĀ dims.Ā concernĀ creepsĀ inĀ sideways,Ā uninvited.Ā ā easy,Ā dude, āĀ heĀ murmursĀ asĀ heĀ glancesĀ around,Ā scanningĀ theĀ chaosĀ aroundĀ themĀ withĀ aĀ blearyĀ focus,Ā thenĀ backĀ toĀ brody,Ā eyesĀ narrowingĀ withĀ aĀ sharpnessĀ thatĀ feelsĀ almostĀ soberĀ byĀ comparison.Ā ā youĀ good ?Ā youĀ needĀ someĀ waterĀ orĀ somethin' ? ā
Finnās initial murmurings seemingly have no impact on Brodyās current state. He blinks a few times. His pupils are blown wide against already dark eyes. Itās as if his eyes were only black and rimmed in brown. His brows furrow. He doesnāt seem to know what happened between turning around and suddenly being this close to-
āFinn?ā he questions. Heād seemingly forgotten that this was a party comprised of nearly all of his coworkers ā to him, Finn being in right front of him was the weirdest part of this whole debacle.
Brodyās own hands lift, taking the otherās wrists loosely. Thereās no clear intent or plan with the action ā itās almost like heās trying to make sure the other is a material being actually in front of him.
At first, the otherās concern is met with confusion. Itās the kind of expression only the inebriated can make. Words lost to their own thoughts ā mixing upā becoming something else entirely.
āIām great!ā he all but hollers, now squeezing and jostling the otherās wrists.
āWhen did you get here, man?ā follows.
open starter | nye party , 10:37PM
The very first thing that made Brody aware of his condition was warmth. This internal, glowing warmth that seemed to bloom from his chest right into his fingertips. Everything his hands found felt like live wires ā in a good way.
Not a single conversation that night had felt real. Heād giggled through most of them, hands idly reaching out to pat at shoulders and nodding in the same sort of way a horse would. Up, down, up, down ā Sideways.
He finds himself falling into more walls and people in that night than he has in a life time. And itās as someoneās snapping in his face he realizes the major difference between his balance tonight and his balance this morning.
In his rush in returning from his break there were two things on his mind. One was the wondering exactly how heād managed to leave a tab of MDMA in his locker completely free of any casing. The second was just how grateful he was that right next to it was an extra strength ibuprofen.
It was nearly three hours later, and heād finally realized something.
āHoly shit.ā he says quietly, the realization settling into him. Thereās a moment where he only stands there, blinking and trying to remember further about the first half of his day.
He laughs. Itās loud, and lasts much too long ā but he doesnāt seem to notice as he falls right into another victim of his failing equilibrium.