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-Clark Rothenburger-

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Why did everything make so much more sense under the influence? Oh yeah, he wasn't blinded with stubborn rage of always wanting to be right when he was high. Maybe this is what the doctor should have prescribed instead of the pills that Clark had never even touched. Yeah, this was more fun anyways.

The generally angry man, did as Keith said, actually taking his advice and putting the correct armor and s**t on the characters. As for Tidus, well, once they got into the battle he'd cast haste like the other said, as it would make so much more sense if he was moving faster rather than just attacking non-stop. It was kind of a reflection of Clark's personality to just fight like that. This was probably going to work a lot better.

Once offered the joint again, Clark gladly accepted, wondering why the ******** he hadn't discovered drug use before! Oh yeah, socially awkward and wouldn't know jack s**t about it! It didn't even phase him at the moment that he was still in just his boxers and that he brother could come home at any time to smell and see what those two were up to down in the basement.

"Yo, that totally makes so much sense now... not even funny... stupid b***h is goin' down!" Yeah, he still had a little bit of his attitude, but wasn't nearly as irrationally angry anymore. Now he was just really into the game, or at least interested in beating the s**t out of that stupid whore. "Who's Blair? N'other stupid whore? What she do?" It wasn't that he really cared, but he wanted to know a little more about how this related to Yunalesca, whom he was going to practically rape in this next round of battles.
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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Clark just listened to the other ramble on about Blair and Connor and everything really. If he weren't high, he probably would have told Keith to shut the ******** up, or something to that extent, maybe even beat the s**t out of him. But then again, right now, he couldn't really focus on one thing at a time. He was still playing the game, but not really thinking about it as he nodded listening to Keith.

He then looked over to see him right next to him, When did you get up here? he wondered for a moment before forgetting what it was he was thinking about when Keith asked if Yunalesca was dead yet. Slowly the man turned his head back to look at the screen and blinked a few times. "Huh?" they were in a cut scene now... Apparently he did kill her and was not going to be getting all of the XP for it. "When the ******** did that happen???" he honestly didn't know, but he was at least happy he finally beat that stupid b***h.

His mind then shot back to all Keith said about Blair and Connor, "Ah, you're a cool guy Keith... you don't need ******** like them to have a good time, right? But that ********' blows... didn't even come see you when you were bleeding to death? Yeah, ******** aren't worth your time..." High Clark was apparently very complimentary in his own messed up way. He didn't know why he said these thing to Keith, but maybe he really did think he was a cool guy. After all, he didn't mind getting beat up every one in a while, and he gave him some drugs and helped him beat Yunalesca. What wasn't to like? He couldn't remember what he'd really disliked in the first place at the moment.
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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"yeah, that's right... you don't need them ******** in your life... be better off without 'em..." he replied, still not really sure why the hell he felt like saying this stuff. Hell, he wasn't sure why he didn't mind Keith resting his head on his lap smoking... Oh right, he was pretty much being shot-guns the smoke this way. Yeah, that was nice... "'bout time that stupid whore died already... biggest pain in the a**, but as least she isn't that p***y Seymour... How many times do I have to ********' kill that b*****d to keep him dead! Yuna needs to get the ******** over herself and just send that lousy son of a b***h! Would have saved me a lot of time and effort..." rambling about his video game, he almost didn't notice the touching of his inner thigh.

For some reason, being touched wasn't bothering him now. It was probably the drugs mellowing him out. This is definitely what the doctor should have given him instead of crap pills. "Aw, it's alright man... I didn't specify or anything... not that I coulda known 'bout your usual gaming rules... I usually play by mah-self so..." He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Keith. What was he looking? He was pretty sure that he wasn't actually cooler than this Conor person that Keith kept rambling about. He must have been one hell of a guy to be branded that much into the red-head's mind.
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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Yeah, Clark still had no idea why he made that bet. Maybe he really was just curious to see what it would be like to ******** around with another guy. I mean, it's not like he'd ******** around with a girl before either, he just didn't have the interest. Video games ranked higher in his book. And now drugs would probably rank somewhere in there too... He liked being kind of relaxed and lightheaded... Keith was right, or at least Clark thought he was since they both were high. It didn't matter if it was a guy or a girl if it was all pretty much the same. That still left Clark in the neutral zone of sexual attraction. He could understand why someone would find certain things attractive and arousing even, but never really could feel that way himself. That is until he was being touched down there. Somehow, he was totally going to allow it. It wasn't hurting anything, and Clark was in happy land and didn't feel like hurting anything, aside from video game characters, but even that was kind of a blur. "Curious maybe...." as there was a light on in attic but no one was home. It was really weird, not really thinking about beating the s**t out the man touching him. Oh yes, drugs did good good things to Clark, but later if he remembered what happened, he's be a total mess.
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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Okay, his brain was officially too fogged to think straight at all. If he had any ounce of care left he would have thought this situation was awkward and strange, but he was too numb in the brain to really care if this wasn't exactly normal. Once his rage was gone, his brain had started to semi-function, but the smokey kiss had totally turned any rational thought off as he actually kind of enjoyed it. Maybe it was just that he was really high, or maybe under all the rage and laziness, he was actually sexually attracted to Keith. They do say that people piss you off the most when you're attracted to them, right? Of course, he brain wasn't going to really recover any from it's total shut down at the feel of Keith's hand working him over inside his boxers.

Getting high was the best plan ever!

In his eyes there was that kind of enjoyment reading over, as he couldn't really register anything else. When he finally was no longer high, he'd probably be a nervous wreck and or raging elephant stampeding through life breaking everything as he went. Either way, it wasn't going to be pretty when he sobered up, but right now he was too high to care about if he wasn't sure about Keith, or being touched or whatever. Right now his body was answering for him, and his d**k liked being touched, even if it was by a douchebag like Keith.

Clark didn't really say anything about what he felt, which if he were sober, would be a goo thing, because otherwise he'd be yelling about how much of a sicko creep the other was. But luckily, he was high, and all was well in the world. He just smirked at Keith for a moment or two before pulling him in for another kiss. Okay, yeah, he didn't just like it for the smoke, Clarky actually liked the feeling of being kissed, and he knew that now, since he'd never been really kissed before...

Well... unless you count that time Avien was totally s**t-faced, but Clark didn't count that since it was Avien and he was beyond s**t-faced... passing out shortly after the kiss... Yes... awkward moments in that household... awkward awkward moment...
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Being that quite a great deal of time had passed, Avien was arriving home to his house smelling like illegal substances. I didn't like Clark was into drug... but I could be wrong... When he would he have time to take up anything like that? He'd seen the boy when he went out. He's just run to the grocery store, raid the snack isle and then bolt out of there like a demon out of hell to get back to his precious video games. As he opened the door to go downstairs, the smell got stronger, and he held his nose, able to hear the sounds of the sphere grid in Final Fantasy X as he got closer.

Soon the older brother was standing there in Clark's room, wide-eyed at what he saw. He had to be high to be doing that, right? He never pictured Clark as the kind to get his first blow job from another man. Then again, far be it from him to judge people by their cover.

Clark was still playing his game though, which was a sign this naked guy getting sexually pleased was in fact the same Clark Avien grew up with... However, he looked stoned... Probably because he was... The openly gay man just kind of slowly backed his way out of the room, not wanting to disturb whatever weird s**t was going on down there. It was none of his business... As long as no one caught those two smoking weed, it was fine by him if they wanted to ******** like rabbits... He was just going to retreat to his room all the way upstairs and hope to god he didn't hear anything...

It was a little disturbing to see your little brother in the middle of a sexual act with someone he's just met. He figured though, he'd be raging about it later when he wasn't totally stone...

In the mean time, Clark actually was enjoying all of the going's on, because he'd lost his sense of care. He hardly even noticed that his big brother had come in and seen him like this....

///And now we can time skip if you like///
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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HOLY ******** s**t!!! yes, Clark liked it. He was still kind of high, but now he also had that rush from what Keith had done to him and all he could do was lay there and pant for now. Needless to say, he had needed to stop playing his video game shortly after Avien had left the room. Of course, Clark wouldn't remember that his older brother even walked in on them in the middle of the act... He'd hear about it the next day though, and would probably flip sit in one fashion or another. He was definitely sure at this point though, he could never be considered straight. Not that he minded that at all since he still felt kind of tingly down south.

"Yeah, sure, whatever..." there was more than enough room, and he did still have that debt from the game, and the fact that his mind was too blown to care right now. He'd never experienced anything like that. Am I gay? Bi? What?" He didn't know what this made him, since this was the ONLY sexual encounter he'd ever had in his life. He really had been missing out on a lot by not socializing... Oh well, pleasure still found him in the end in the form of someone that didn't care if they got the s**t beat out of them from time to time if they pissed him off. "A ********' couch? What kind of s**t pit are you living in?" Surprisingly, things weren't awkward just yet. When Clark woke up the next morning with a man in his bed, he would probably feel a little different.
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-Clark Rothenburger-

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Clark had plenty of pillows, it wasn't going to kill him to surrender one to the man that had pleasured him. After all, being entitled to sleep in the bed from looking the halo bed, should include a pillow and a blanket if he so desired. "That has to seriously suck..." he replied to the comment about crashing at a friends house. He wasn't going to ask what happened with Conor as he vaguely remembered him saying something about a dumb whore named Blair that stole him away. That must have really sucked too, not that Clark knew anything about emotions that weren't as they related to playing video games or eating junk food.

"Hm, I'm eighteen..." sure, of course he'd go up to the bar to go drinking if he wasn't really as ******** up in the head the next day as was anticipated by the author... Of hell, she'd probably still make him go anyways because it'd be funny. Antisocial little Clarky going to go see the man that stole a great deal of his innocence... Not that a swearing angry man really could be considered that innocent to be begin with. Still, it would be a great situation in public for people to see the way they interact... It would be an interesting ride for the next while... just as after math of today.
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