Post by Sparky Cobalt on Jul 12, 2010 4:12:40 GMT -5
It was something that he'd felt would happen the instant he'd ended up so close, face-to-face with Orca. It was inevitable, really; it's just what you did.
At least, he kind of guessed that's what you did. That's why people got drunk, right? To get mad rutty? (that's what dudes called it, right?) At least, that's what the more rebellious teens would do back in his head boy days. Oh, those were the days. Walkin' down the halls, bass pumping, purple and pink everywhere and all you heard from every room was moaning and slurping and a couple goats and fuckin' dragons blowing fire everywhere and jesus christ school was awesome.
Wait, no it wasn't. It wasn't anything like that.
Anyway!
Though these thoughts gave him a smile, it was nothing compared to what Orca gave him, that moment.
A kiss.
A nice, soft, tender, holyshititsaboy, drunk kiss.
Of life!
He attempted to keep his drunken thoughts and puns and bad jokes away for at least the few moments he was in drunken-heaven, but it wasn't really working.
He wanted to stop worrying about everything for just one second, so he did the natural.
He pressed into Orca's lips, pushing a little more, leaning a tiny bit and allowing Orca to get back on his feet.
There, that worked.
Kinda.
There was, of course, the drunken slur worry marathon on the down-low.
OhmygawdwhatifTeaganfindsoutorohnoifsheseesshe'lltotesmakefunofmeohshitIjustsaidTotesI'mtotallyafag.
Something like that.
But it was nice.
His eyes closed, he pressed there for a few more nice, warm moments, then finally pulled away and smiled.
He was going to say something, but he wasn't sure what. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Basically, he looked like a dumb, happy idiot.
What to do?
What to do?
He couldn't let it get awkward now. Things were always awkward and he, in a flurry of decisiveness never before seen in Sparky, was tired of awkward.
"C'mon."
He grabbed Orca's wrist, which turned into him holding Orca's hand, which turned into warm, and pulled him away from the wall and towards the dark, towards the future.
Or something like that.
At least, he kind of guessed that's what you did. That's why people got drunk, right? To get mad rutty? (that's what dudes called it, right?) At least, that's what the more rebellious teens would do back in his head boy days. Oh, those were the days. Walkin' down the halls, bass pumping, purple and pink everywhere and all you heard from every room was moaning and slurping and a couple goats and fuckin' dragons blowing fire everywhere and jesus christ school was awesome.
Wait, no it wasn't. It wasn't anything like that.
Anyway!
Though these thoughts gave him a smile, it was nothing compared to what Orca gave him, that moment.
A kiss.
A nice, soft, tender, holyshititsaboy, drunk kiss.
Of life!
He attempted to keep his drunken thoughts and puns and bad jokes away for at least the few moments he was in drunken-heaven, but it wasn't really working.
He wanted to stop worrying about everything for just one second, so he did the natural.
He pressed into Orca's lips, pushing a little more, leaning a tiny bit and allowing Orca to get back on his feet.
There, that worked.
Kinda.
There was, of course, the drunken slur worry marathon on the down-low.
OhmygawdwhatifTeaganfindsoutorohnoifsheseesshe'lltotesmakefunofmeohshitIjustsaidTotesI'mtotallyafag.
Something like that.
But it was nice.
His eyes closed, he pressed there for a few more nice, warm moments, then finally pulled away and smiled.
He was going to say something, but he wasn't sure what. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Basically, he looked like a dumb, happy idiot.
What to do?
What to do?
He couldn't let it get awkward now. Things were always awkward and he, in a flurry of decisiveness never before seen in Sparky, was tired of awkward.
"C'mon."
He grabbed Orca's wrist, which turned into him holding Orca's hand, which turned into warm, and pulled him away from the wall and towards the dark, towards the future.
Or something like that.