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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 1:56 am
The Hillworth senior hadn't been to a nightclub in a while and he'd forgotten how he missed the atmosphere. It was all to easy to lose oneself among one's peers, the dancing, the lights, and music. For a lonely teen too young to drink but still looking to escape the stress of school by partying hard, it was the perfect scene. Kit wouldn't have called himself lonely, exactly, but with all the final projects and exams coming up, he felt he could have done with a bit of unwinding.
Aside from school stress, there was also the stress of having recently become a senshi and all that that entailed. Furthermore was the stress of being forced to consider his future. As a soon-to-be high school graduate, he knew he was expected to at least start to have an idea of what he was to become. He would have to come up with a major and figure out what college he was going to attend. It was all so much to think about for someone who focused on living in the moment. For now, Kit just wanted to deal with the present.
If he wasn't doing anything, he found himself dwelling too much on stuff he would have rather avoided until later. To prevent this, he decided to go mingle and find someone to converse with. That shouldn't have been hard when there were other people everywhere, but with the beat of the music throbbing throughout the room, a thought occurred to him. He enjoyed pulling wallflowers from the sidelines onto the dance floor every so often...but what about the DJ?
Taking a couple of non-alcoholic drinks with him, Kit went up to the DJ's area and leaned against a table, holding out one of the glasses. "Hey. Aren't you lonely up here all by yourself?" he asked, trying to speak over the music before taking a sip of his drink.Silent Spy ((Please let me know if I need to change anything~))
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 6:42 pm
Dustin was working hard. That is, he was working hard at making it seem like he was working hard. For this particular set, he basically just played his most reliable set and made it look like he was making an effort. And making an effort to make it look like he was making an effort was, well, too much effort. So the promise of a free drink was welcome when the boy approached. "Thanks. Some company'd be good, getting a little bored, bro," Dustin grabbed the drink and took a sip. He frowned. What is that foul taste? He gently let the fluid fall back into the glass. "Dude, is there even any alcohol in this?" He cocked a judgmental brow, wondering if he would soon need to start chanting peer pressure to get the kid to take a shot, or two, or too many.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 7:23 pm
"Maybe you should put on a playlist for a bit and come dance, then," Kit suggested. He laughed at the other young man's reaction to the beverage he'd been given.
"Sorry, I'm not at an age where I can be buying alcoholic drinks legally in public. Besides, why'd you want to dull your wits with that s**t during an awesome party like this? Not worried it'll affect your skills?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 1:33 pm
"What are you, like, twelve?" Dustin cocked a brow. For a moment, he nearly forgot there was such a thing as a drinking age. As a holder of a fake ID since he was sixteen years old - and now twenty-two years old - he had no reason to even consider the law. "Just get a fake ID, bro. But uh, how old are you anyways?" He shrugged. "Dull my wits? What? Bro, I'm always on a little bit of something. Keeps my mind and skills sharp, not dull."
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 4:26 pm
The teen's smile twitched at being compared to a twelve-year old. There were only three things that really seemed to get to him and the DJ had just hit upon one of them - being referred to as a child.
"I'm eighteen," he answered calmly, no other sign of his annoyance evident other than the brief falter of his smile. "But even if I could drink, I wouldn't. Can't stand the taste or smell of that stuff."
Kit snorted at the man's response about always being on a little bit of something. "Oh, yeah? What a shame. And here I thought your skills were all your own raw talent."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 8:52 pm
"Being good at something while sober is easy. That s**t is for basic bitches," he explained this obviously universal logic. "Being good at something while ******** up? Now that's a challenge. That's how you know you're good at something. That's talent." "Master at drunk cooking? Talent. Master at drunk driving? Stupid talent. Master at drunk sex? <******** talent, literally," he elaborated. "It's why I always used to show up to high school drunk or high off my a**. It made me smarter so I can now spread my wisdom." He felt so proud of himself in that moment, believing himself to be a positive role model in this young man's life. "Knowledge. Dropped."
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 5:00 pm
Kit threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, is that how it is? Good to know," he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his back against the wall. "What school did you go to that let you attend drunk or high? Must have been some school." It was difficult for the teen to suppress his laughter enough to avoid seeming disrespectful, but he did his best.
"What about remembering stuff later? Don't you forget a lot of what happened while you were drunk when you get sober?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Sounds to me like no matter how good drunk sex is, it's kinda pointless if you can't recall afterward. And I don't even want to think about what kind of hangovers you must get."Silent Spy ((Whoops; sorry, this is still Kitomyx, but I accidentally posted from one of my other character accounts. ^_^; Ignore that.))
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