@hackertm // Elliot
Even their parties seemed better to him, even with all that weed, those pills and alcohol that were going around, they still seemed classy to him. They had these themes and they all got to dress up and some of them even pretended to be something else—and Tyrell was very good at it. Now they had an 80s theme —the worst fashion decade, in his opinion, but he didn’t care. Even that seemed more interesting in America. All in his head, he knew, but he didn’t care. This place gave him plenty of opportunities other than just entertainment. Here he could be whoever he wanted. He could be the rich boy from Sweden that just wanted to see how it was abroad, but had to many friends back home to leave them to study in New York —a city that in reality he couldn’t afford not in his wildest dreams. He could be a party boy, ready to experiment and fuck, meet new people, have fun. He could and had invented stories for himself, how his house was, how he lived his life back in Sweden. He could just be whoever he wanted. Now he had elected to be the popular kid that just talked to everyone —how easy that was when no one new who he was, and just knew how to play the ‘wild boy from afar’ part very well. And yet there were moments that the whole thing tired him and he wanted to retreat.
And he found the best excuse to, without even leaving the party. When everyone were a bit too drunk or high or both, he managed to get away from a few people that were making out with each other and walked to that quiet kid, Elliot, who was just standing on a corner by himself. He was handsome enough to draw his attention from that first day in class and he hadn’t managed to say hello to him yet. Although he would bet that Elliot was either painfully straight or had a girlfriend or boyfriend. But he could be that someone that would just flirt with him, couldn’t he be?
He grabbed two cups of a punch that had way too much vodka into it and handed one to him ❝This is probably the worst vodka there is, but it does the trick.❞ he commented, giving him a bright genuine smile. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he would have to thank that awful vodka for even finding the confidence to be here. He leaned against the wall next to Elliot and took a sip, making a dramatic disgusted face before chuckling ❝So...80s isn’t really your thing?❞
