❝ halcyon days ❞

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

Perched on the leather sofa, Kyle kept a wicked smirk on his face as he tried to grasp his senses as the beat of the music electrified his heart. Every thud siren through his ears, his eyes would dart between the objects it had hit off while his thoughts where somewhere else. He was so unaware of where his ‘date’ went, how he found himself on the sofa with a drink that was not humanly consumable, or how he had lost a shoe. He was fucked. As he felt a presence next to him, Kyle twisted lightly before looking the person up and down with his trademark smirk. “You haven’t seen Clarissa have you? ‘Cause if she, or Lisa Lane, doesn’t show up in the next five minutes I’m taking their tv” he said with a shrug before his eyes darted back to the party. “Did you know that women that use to  chokers as a statement that they’re prostitutes? The old lady who I was taking temperatures from told me all about her collection. ‘parently, guys have a thing for velvet red.”

Lacey didn’t know why she was even here, was incredibly tempted just to head home. She wasn’t in the mood for partying, the effort she had gone into dolling herself up almost wasted when she wasn’t nearly as sunshiny as her look suggested. Taking a seat down on an available sofa, Lacey was surprised when the man next her to started talking to her. “Um, I don’t know who they are, sorry,” she replied with the slightest of shrugs. “No, I didn’t know that. Thanks for that piece of information, I guess. Not that it’s something I really needed to know.” She glanced forward, wondering if it would be rude to just up and leave so quickly.

dirtyberd:

“I mean – you really sure you don’t mind?”

“Here -- take them. If I eat any more of these cookies, I’m going to turn into one. You’d basically be doing me a favour. You’re not allergic to nuts, are you? They’ve got macadamia in them. They’re really, really good.”