#stolust

Stolas wiggled around to look at his friend and grabbed him by his glowing face. “Asmodeus!” He shouted to be heard over the roaring music, “I love you! You’re my best friend!” He then yanked Ozzie in for a sloppy kiss that nearly missed its mark. Ozzie didn’t stop himself when he burst out laughing, “You’re not too bad yourself, Stolas! Did you take something?” Stolas’ wide eyes stared up at his sober companion, “They gave me I don’t know what in the back. I feel soo–oooo good!” He groaned, then wrapped his thin arms around Ozzie’s neck and yanked him down over top of himself. “Do me on the table!” Ozzie snorted as he continued to laugh at him. “Oh-kay, time to getcha’ home, babe.” He slung Stolas’ limp body over his shoulder, a hand around him to keep him from sliding off. Stolas had been too blissed out to care.