hazy

“hey.... you know something i don’t?”

     Finding fellow stoners was always comforting – ever since Ellis had moved in, Riley’s pot smoking was a lot less than she would’ve preferred. Even if smoking in Central Park wasn’t too shabby, smoking in Dubai with new people from around the world was AMAZING. “Wait, wait, oh my god, is Rhys your boyfriend?? You never told me you had a boyfriend you goon loser.”

“definitely.” dex answered easily, sliding the sunglasses down the rim of his nose to look at her, “not really, actually. technically we’re not romantically involved, but rhys loves me, don’t let his sullen puppy face tell you otherwise. and don’t tell the two girls over there that we aren’t dating; it took three months of me playing the jealous boyfriend to get them to leave rhys alone.”

he glared at the other. this situation he was in was the exact reason as to why max didn’t like socializing. “is this your party persona or are you just always this annoying?" 

“a party persona?” dex laughed, “always like this, i’m afraid. does that mean life’s a party?” rolling his eyes, he continued, “are you always such a crowd pleaser yourself, or have i just caught you at a good time?”

“you know,” she started, hazy eyes watching as he slid the glasses back on before she’d stepped in front of him, leaning forward to check her lipstick in the mirrored frames. “actual badasses don’t claim they are badasses.– you do make a good compact though.” rory smiled, running her finger along her lower lip to remove the ‘invisible’ smudge of red. “but who’s rhys? is he hot?”

dex blinked, once, twice----not that she could see, but it took a moment for him to try and clear his head. he was barely expecting any response at all, much less one from such a pretty girl. his brain was moving much slower than usual, but his eyes tracked the movement of her finger swiping across her lips, and he bit his own for a moment before answering, “rhys is------yeah,” no use lying, “but----some people say, y’know, that if rhys and i were brothers-----i’d be the more handsome of the two.” sorry, rhys. his lips quirked upwards, “you, uh, missed a spot.”

max eyed the other after they spoke to him. they were wearing sunglasses—at night—and they had called them-self a badass. merlin is already testing me and it’s only the first night, he thought to himself. “lad, i imagine the sun set a couple of hours ago.” 

“you think, or you know?” dex asked, grabbing a drink and leaning against one of the guard rails, “i feel like the setting of the sun’s a pretty sure thing. cyclical, y'know happens every day. how’d you miss it, then?”