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Laertes tossed back another shot of some convenient alcohol he'd gotten from Infi's cabinet, and let out a heavy sigh. The entire thing had started with that dream he'd had a couple of nights ago. Raissen... he could still see the dream in his mind, see the other male's face twisted in his pleasure... and feel the delight, the heavy warmth of release and shared ecstasy. His hand shook as he swallowed another gulp of some type of alcohol. It was... ugg. He felt pitiful. He'd found himself a black and silver chinese dress, like the one he'd worn in his dream, even down to the boots and gloves (which he'd found on a sex website and had overnighted). They added a good 3 or more inches on to his height, and he'd gotten several... offers from gentlemen as he'd wandered the town.

He tugged again at the skirt that barely covered his thighs and threw the empty bottle against an empty tree. It would have been so easy to have accepted those offers, but Raissen's face haunted him.

Lord, and he'd only met the man a few times...! He let out a loud scream, digging a stilettoed heel into the grass, and flinging himself onto his back.

Laertes jumped alright, even giving a little squeal. Though, the alcohol had numbed his senses just enough that he couldn't tell much except for a dark mass, with bright green. "Scared me." he murmured. He tugged down at his skirt, and tugged at the shiny black boots that were starting to almost slide down as he'd jumped so suddenly. He almost wished he'd gone with something other than lace topped thigh-high stockings. At least then he wouldn't have just flashed so much.

"You scared me." he repeated, more firmly, violet eyes flashing. Another swig of the other bottle- tequila? vodka? brandy? whiskey? something that burned, he knew, and he glared up at the smaller, younger male.

Laertes honestly? Didn't remember Samsara at all. "Noooooo...., I came here for ex-ek-excape." he explained, feeling very woozy on all the booze. He tugged off one of his gloves and blinked fuzzily up at Samsara. "And that's MY alcohol." he slurred, mildly offended. "And you are a kid." he said, ignoring the fact that he himself was just a teenager. He staggered to his feet, barely keeping his balance in what he would later dub 'the porn-star boots of doom'.

"And I don' keep anyone's bed warm." he muttered.

Laertes was still sober enough to be appalled by the boy's actions. "Joo cen haff my booooz." he said firmly, and tottered up the bank, towards the street. "An my boots are good for excaping from lil kids like joo." he staggered out onto the sidestreet, trying to recall which way was which. His violet eyes blinked hazily, and he looked left to right. Ah, hell, he was lost.

Laertes let out a whimper. "Nuuu." he informed the other boy tartly. "I haff a good job that buys my closss. Don' need to give up my virginities for a dresss." He tossed his head and looked around again, staggering towards the building across the street. That looked like a house? Or a bar, Laertes would be fine with either one. He glared at the black blob that held up to him a bottle. Oh, the blob might be nice after all. He licked his lips and took a swig from the bottle, glancing down at the preteen with slightly fuzzy violet eyes.

Another drunk swayed by and Laertes giggled. "He looks funny." he told the blur dizzily, and found himself sinking down the wall, into a frightfully impolite position, knees up in the air, back against the wall. Even if he wasn't wearing the whorish boots, he knew he'd be flashing the preteen, and so lowered himself into a more polite, less suggestive position. "You haff... pretty green." he told the blur dazedly, and reached out to stroke what he figurd was the blurs cheek.

Alright, that really was the last time Laertes would wear lacy stockings when he was going out alone. He pulled back his hand when it was found to be wet, and he gave it a confused look, like blobs weren't supposed to make things wet. "Do you have a name, Mr. Blob?" he asked cordially, tugging at his skirt again, suddenly very uncomfortable. "I'm Lae-r-tes." he said, and became thoughtful. "I dance!"

Laertes eyed the Samsara for a moment. Laertes wasn't so drunk he could be coerced into any sort of sexual actions, he was quite proud of his 'virginities' thank you very much. "Just a drink?" his voice, less drunken now, was very suspicious, and he eyed the Samsara-blob.