#rosewcter

          “ you are an absolute fuckin' nutcase— ” 

the mere thought of using mayonnaise of all things as lube has kiha's face twisting up in disgust. and the way beck seems so proud of his escapade, as if it wasn’t the grossest thing kiha’s heard in years. a number of comments ( and questions, but he's sure he doesn't want those answers ) swells in his throat, but he settles for the most obvious of two. 

 weddings start becoming more of a chore and less of an enjoyable activity the older you get. changmin has a text message from his mother on his phone, pestering him about the next time he’s going to bring somebody home and are you sure you’re attending your friend’s wedding by yourself? he didn’t dignify her with an answer, thought it was pretty obvious he had neither the intention to bring someone or actually someone to take with him and he’s old enough to be more than okay with both those facts. still. it hurts a bit, watching an extraordinarily happy couple tying the knot, knowing you’re most likely to die alone than anything else.

Most of the other spirits avoid him. They know him as the one ‘who cries too much’ or the one who ‘won’t leave you the fuck alone’, and although Bunny isn’t as bad as he used to be, he finds it difficult to keep a lid on in an existence as quiet as this one. It’s so fucking lonely.

GAGE: i was at the bar earlier and someone sat down next to me and was like 'my dog died and my wife took my credit card'

GAGE: and i was like 'oh shit that's rough i'm sorry' and i bought 'em a beer

He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing there. Connor rummages through his memories, trying to figure out what exactly led to a frat part of all things. He finds his answers, in glimpses. An invitation from one of the guys he tutors, and Connor had honestly been in such a rush that he agreed without thinking, just so he would be able to make it in time for his next class. But now, standing amidst a crowd of probably piss drunk college students, he thinks to himself that maybe being late isn’t all that bad of a thing. The guy that invited him, Ian, he wants to say, (it’s been a long day and Connor would be lucky if he remembers his own name.) catches him by the arm with a wide smile and he could only manage a small grimace in response. It goes unnoticed though, as he dragged further into the crowd, with a cup that’s been shoved into his hands. It’s only polite that he accept it, which is what he tells himself when he tips it back and gulps the punch down. Definitely spiked. Definitely a bad idea.

But it’s sort of comforting, the heat that burns it’s way down his throat. Makes him feel sort of out there, and relaxed. A few cups later and Connor’s almost completely gone, laughing almost suspiciously loud as he talks to people that he’s never met before in his life. Any other time and he’s be crapping his pants. All concept of the minutes passing is lost on him, and he ends up on the dance floor, sandwiched between a couple who are not to shy about where their hands travel. His cheeks are completely red, lips party as he moves to the music. Is there music? Maybe it’s all just in his head. But that doesn’t make sense because then how can everyone else hear it too?

Connor bounces himself from person to person, feeling a rush from all the contact, He swears that at one point he sees a flash of a familiar face, and a head of soft hair that he suddenly really wants to comb his fingers through. But his glasses have long since disappeared and he’s got absolutely no clue where they are. It’s kind of funny, actually. The flash is gone, and Connor actually pouts, pulling away from the hands on his hips to stumble through the crowd. He looks thoroughly had, his hair messed up, clothes all over the place. There’s a dull thrum at one part of his neck that he suspects is a love bite, but he can’t be too sure. When he catches glance of the familiar face one again, he grins, stumbling over to the figure. A part of him, the last remnants of all rational thought, reminds him that he could be mistaken, there’s no telling if it’s actually Ryan in his current state, but Connor’s past the point of reason.