&& start over again

gio: iM prett y sure yes

gio: probABly hard to see bc im drunk hahah oOSp

      “ why don’t we go to a party, or somethin’ ? ” words racing at a mile a minute, the dark haired male is wired. arsen was under an incredible amount of stress as he was being pressured by his buyers to come up with new work in such a short amount of time. the medication he takes day to day dulled his creative mind, so yesterday, he decided to skip his dosage. he knew the consequences that would come along with his actions, but at this point he didn’t care. “ god, let’s do something. i feel like a fucking sitting duck, for fucks sake. ”

eyes trailing over him slowly, bryce tried to pinpoint what exactly was throwing him off about the situation. maybe it was his overworked and exhausted mind attempting to connect cohesive thoughts, but failing. and maybe that’s why bryce could feel himself warming up to the idea. “you know, this is my only night off this week, and you’re filling up my free time. so, you better treat me really well tonight or I’m going to be disappointed.” he smirked, giving a nod of his head at arsen. 

“Woah. I’m still drunk from last night, I guess. Oops.”

“Woah, be careful. These steps are slippery...”

“Do you ever stare at something for too long and then it just becomes foreign to you? Like, the word espresso. That is not a word. I refuse to believe that’s a word that exists in any language. Or, like, when you’re trying to text someone back and you’ve read their message so many times, it doesn’t even look like English. My brain has turned into nothing.” 

“I feel that way about words when they’re spoken out loud. if you repeat a word many times, after awhile it doesn’t sound like a word anymore and it sounds like it’s Japanese or something. or that you’re just drunk and slurring your words.”

He blinks once, twice, three times – intrigued by the other’s answer because, really, who needs to be out and about by three in the morning? And while Basil doesn’t mean to be nosy, the question comes pouring out of him before he can stop it, cheeks going red once it does. “For what, a job or something?”

he bites down on the inside of his cheek as the other begins to tint rose, trying to hold back an amused smile. “do you count being a prostitute as a job?” he asks, just to mess with him, before easing any worries. “yes, yes it’s for a job. ‘m a bartender. know that bar with the purple and blue lights on the outside? that’s my job!”

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gio: and htats the house im sitting inf ront of

gio: i donot know ??/

gio: wHo knows hwer e i am ????/??

gio: bc i doNt hahahahagsg

gio: thEres bloOd on my shirt

gio: ikdkd if its mIne

gio: wyh do starS loo k like the way thAt htey do ??

Milo: Is it Wednesday today? It feels like a Tuesday. Do you know what Tuesdays feel like? They feel long and boring.

Milo: Let me tell you a joke. Can I tell you a joke?

“Yeah, I mean, about all of it. The tricks and the…the code language. And all the stuff you know. You should tell me all of it. You should teach me all of it. Teach me all the things you know about sex.”

“You want me to teach you...about....okay, uh, I don’t know how well this will go but if it’s what you really want, I guess.” he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “You’ll need to ask questions.”

Georgie stayed quiet as he spoke, considering everything he was saying. “So…do you think, like. If I liked someone, that I would need to know all those things? I guess I mean, do I need to know all those things to be in a relationship? To have someone like me or love me back?”

“You need to know about...sex? I mean, every relationship is different. But I would know things so you’re not taken advantage of...but that’s just me. I can’t speak for you honestly.”

As his explanation became more in depth, the more awkward Georgie started to feel. She wasn’t used to talking about sex, let alone with a stranger. She’d only had sex with one person in her life and it was never that enjoyable – and he definitely never took the time to seduce her. But she knew she couldn’t say any of that out loud. “Well…” She mumbled quietly, nodding slowly as if she knew exactly what he was talking about. “That’s…very. Hm. You obviously have experience in this area.” As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to melt into the floor. “Not that– I’m not saying that, as like, a bad thing…I’m just saying. You sound like you know a lot…about…sex.”

“I mean...you asked.” he raised his eyebrow. “I guess I do know...I’m sexually educated. I’m not going to end up like half the people I know, parents in their teen, ridden with HIV and clueless about the human body. I know this stuff. I’m not going to be stupid. I went to college, I can’t afford any of that.” Bryce explained.

“Ugh…” Her top lip pulls up in disgust before she looks down at the ground, shaking her head. “Having sex with random people sounds scary but at the same time I think I’d rather someone be straight forward with me. I mean what if I went over to someone’s house to watch a movie but they tried to have sex with me? That would be awful. And gross.” She pauses, staring up at the stranger in slight disbelief. “Ladies don’t like to be seduced all the time. Sometimes we just want to watch movies.”

“I don’t know...it’s obvious to me when someone is hinting at sex. There is a mood to the conversation.” he shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I’m not speaking generally. I’m talking...sex wise. If you want a woman to sleep with you, you’d got to seduce her. Nothing is more of a dissatisfaction than just taking off your pants and...yeah. I’m not saying it in any context other than purely sexual.”

POPPY: ok DUDE i know it's really early and u might be sleeping but listen

POPPY: i went to the gym and dropped a weight on my foot and it's like really blue and purple and i think it might be broken

POPPY: and i'm also slightly drunk

POPPY: but that's beside the point

Bryce: way way way too early

Bryce: are you serious?? what did I tell you about...gdi

Georgie was slightly horrified, not quite used to all the weird things people did and the tricks they played on others. “That’s so strange…why wouldn’t they just tell you they wanted to have sex with you? Why did they have to use code language?”

“because...I guess it’s more smooth? no one out right asks for sex, and if they do that’s considered kind of weird and way too forward. ladies like to be seduced, you know?”