i was gone all day and wasn’t online, and i apologize for that. but fuck man — – it’s christmas~ hoOLLAAA but seriously.merry christmas to all ; you’re all so important to me, and keep my lazy ass going !! ya’ll are like my other family and i cherish all of ya’ll,whether we talk ooc or not. just know i value all of yu guise.                       cheers to a merry new year as well, darlin’s xx

“Well, actually, secondhand smoke does kill.” Levi pouted, watching his friend carefully. “But… I didn’t say you couldn’t. I’m just saying it’s not attractive. Every time I see someone smoking all I can think about his how their mouth probably tastes like ash.”

Whiskey hues brighten in amusement as he glances at the latter, taking another drag, and proceeding to blow the smoke in the latter’s direction: “Cheeky.” His tongue glides along his bottom lip, soothing the chapped skin, before he reaches for the ash tray to put the butt out. “You’re sayin’ ya’ don’t find me attractive, mate ?? You may be a cheeky bastard, but I know that you’re not a liar.” Lips twitch at the corners with hints of a smirk, slender legs crossing one over the other: “Half ash, half liquor, I’d say. Though if you fancy a taste, all ya’ gotta do is ask.”

“okay, well, uh — i’m going to keep that in mind. please don’t hurt me.” he looks around nervously for a moment, before forcing himself to calm down, “i’m not a criminal criminal. i don’t murder people to get off on it. i deal drugs.”

a simple brow quirks at the jittery individual, her head canting curiously to the side. “that was sort of sarcasm, just chill out.” but then he explains himself and she’s groaning inwardly, her shoulders hunching forward in defeat: “nice. i’m dealing with a drug dealer, thanks for that buddy. just --- -- don’t make me your accomplice.” why is it that this town was always filled with bizarre people ?? “can you at least laugh or something ?? make this convincing ??”

“just pretend we’re talking until the cops leave, alright?”

“Uh huh, right. Well then --- -- I get this nagging feeling that you’re probably a criminal or something ?? So if you try something stupid, I will scream and kung-fu your ass.”

BLUE HUES GLEAM WITH JOY as they witness the spectacle before him, although he can’t help but feel somewhat SYMPATHETIC for the boy. After all, he never really enjoyed the taste of strong  alcohol himself —– it was more of a display than anything else.  Nevertheless, he upholds his half of the bargin && swallows his  drink without much hesitancy. “You’re not dying.” He assures the male —- gosh, it was like talking to a child sometimes. “And don’t you want your mummy to find out?” He’s laughing again, almost mockingly, as his hand traces down the side of Aidain’s arm. “She’d be so proud of her baby boy finally growing up.” He leans in close,  letting his alcohol coated lips brush ever so gently across his cheek. “Come on Aid, don’t deny you like being a troublemaker…”

Each time the raven allowed the blue-hued boy convince him to do things out of his character, and each time he finds he regrets it less and less. Not that he was becoming immune to the wrongness of the actions--no, of course not--he had just learned to bite his tongue and obey with at least a faint smile. “What if I get drunk ?? Oh my gosh, what am I doing with m’life ??” But the smile upon his lips betrays his words, a sense of pride swelling within his chest as he gazes upon the latter. “I --- -- No, I don’t.” Lies, lies, lies. Warmth ghosts down his arm and he shivers at the touch, whiskey hues following the hand and up his arm before he pauses to stare at his lips: “Y-yeah, s-something like that.. Err, I think..” Soon those lips are leaning toward him, and he finds his eyes flutter to a content close, but the only contact they make against his skin is his cheek. He sighs inwardly, cheeks flushing considerably, as he absently traces his fingers along where the male pecked. “You’re t-trying to turn me into a really, really bad lad and --- -- And I just, err, I let you. I can’t say no.”

OF COURSE IT’LL TASTE DISGUSTINGLY STRONG &&  will probably overpower the boy’s nerves, but that’s what makes it all the more FUN for Christian. “Wrong? Having fun is wrong now?” He raises his own glass, swishing the expensive liquid around && waits for his dear little friend to accompany him in his drinking. “Just the one for now.” He assures him, the smile creeping back onto his face.  “But don’t blame me if you want more of them later.”

In a general sense whenever something smelled, it was usually accompanied by an equally horrible taste, so pardon his overall hesitancy. Converse-clad feet waver awkwardly from side to side, glancing briefly into the latter’s clear gaze, and then back to the liquid. “This isn’t MY type of F U N..” Of course the latter knew that, he just reveled in his slow but sure corruption of the brunet. “You’re going to get me intro trouble.. My mum is gonna kill me !!” Sigh. “Just --- -- I, err, I’ll do it. But I don’t want anymore after this, I know I won’t.” Hopefully, at least. Whiskey hues scowl at the tempting liquid as he raises the glass to his lips, glancing up to meet the latter’s gaze as he takes a hesitant sip: “I-is it SUPPOSED to taste this b a d ??” It’s bitter and foul upon his tongue and burns as it travels down his throat, not that it was an unpleasant experience. Aidan releases a hiss as he tilts his head back to swallow the shot, deciding that perhaps it would be easier if he did so, nose permanently crinkled. “Oh my God, m’gonna die.”

“I’ll most likely have you do faceless modeling since we’re gonna actually try to sell this thing. Wouldn’t want a naked strangers’ face hung up in your room, now would’ya?” Orion explained as she leaned her head in her hands. “Might do a cliché walk in the park as the leaves blow around you. The most we could do with your face is probably just your profile,” at this point, she was just thinking aloud. “–whatever. I’ll plan the things later. So, are you in or out?”

There he was pretending to ponder the thought, a finger idly tapping upon his pale chin, before offering a halfhearted shrug of a shoulder: “Y O L O, right ?? I’d actually be hella flattered, I mean --- -- M’like one of those elegant people you’d WANT on your wall, y’know ?? So what if someone decides to tickle their elmo when they stare at me, that’s just the effects of being attractive.” Perhaps one day, when he started to age--at least mentally--he would seize his narcissism. But probably not. “No, no, no !! No cliches, it’s gotta be somethin’ people’ve never SEEN before.” But then he truly is contemplating what would be unique enough to feature him, onyx hues glancing down at his thigh that’s currently bouncing up and down. Fuck it, he thinks with a smirk, he’ll think of the masterpiece later: “Hell yeah, m’in !! Though I gotta be au naturale, I think it suits my personality.”

“Come on. It’s not THAT difficult.” He’s says, holding out the shot of alcohol towards the timid boy, laughing at him above the L O U D music. “It’s over before you know it. You’re not scared are you?” 

Whiskey hues wearily look-over the dark liquid sloshing around the glass, and for a moment he thinks that he should have stayed home to avoid this situation: “M’not scared.. S’just --- -- I know it’s WRONG.” But he takes the glass nonetheless and brings the rim to his nose, inhaling the scent, and it crinkles in disdain. “I-it smells so B A D.” A sigh. “J-just one shot, yeah ??” He knows that he only wants to do it to please the latter, to see the amusement cross over his countenance, and for those cerulean orbs to brighten. What was WRONG with him ??

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 “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“of course it’s POSSIBLE !! you just have to do things you like, if you actually LIKE anything. you DO like doing things, right ?? there’s gotta be something that’ll make you at least half smile, right ?? if not, oh my god.. my work is cut out for me.”