After Lad’s Night
closed for @ironcalvin
Hudson could still taste tequila on his tongue as he staggered back to the frat with Calvin. The rest of the group that they had gone out with had found girls to go off with in rushed attempts to score. Somehow, Calvin had remained like himself, without girl. They weren’t singing drinking songs or hanging off of one another. They weren’t even talking or looking at each other. The night was black like all the stars had called in sick for the day.
Despite all his bravado, Calvin had the face of an angel. And the tequila drinks had melted Hudson’s shyness away like alcohol burned down ice into nothingness. Hudson’s hand went over the lock, and eyes found Calvin’s. “Let’s have another drink... before bed?”, he suggested, eyes a glistening blue in the darkness.
