The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) discussion

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Arms stretched overhead, then came the legs, long, and muscled, they were stretched thoroughly as well. The young man took a deep breath, just before plugging in earbuds and turning on music. Oliver McCloud took off down one of the many trails the park offered, this had become a morning habit, and one that he enjoyed immensely. If there was anything that Oliver was dedicated to, it was himself, and there was no way that he would let his body go. He kept it in shape, no matter what else was going on in his life. His feet pounded the dirt, greenery flew past as he pushed himself, there was a 10k coming up that he had signed up for. His mother actually had signed him up, it was for a children's charity, and would make his dad look good if he ran for it. Normally he may have rebelled, but it was for kids, so Oliver was willingly doing something that would improve his dads image. Oliver ran harder, just thinking of his dad made him push himself all the more, the old man was doing nothing lately but getting on his nerves. He was pretty sure he saw a girl sneaking out of his dads office two days before, but he had no proof. How could he confront his dad, or tell his mom, without proof? If his dad was sleeping around on his mom, well Lord help his dad because he was going to kill him.

Oliver changed his thoughts over to something more mild, he had a job interview. Which would kill his dad if he ever found out, but Oliver wanted to start working outside of his fathers business, to make his own way. He couldn't do that while under his fathers thumb, so he had applied at a couple of different businesses, one being a fitness gym. Yeah it wouldn't pay much, but it was a start, he thought that it was something he could actually succeed at, becoming a personal trainer was his goal. First he had to have real experience beneath his belt. Oliver slowed down some as he came upon a popular spot in the park. It was clear of trees with a beautiful view of the city, his eyes were on the skyline, so he didn't notice when he ran into someone, not until their bodies collided. Oliver's arm went out automatically, he pulled the other person to him as they both went down towards the ground. Oliver failed in taking all of the impact though, it ended up with him and some guy all tangled up with one another, "Son of a-" Oliver made a yelping sound as he landed, hard, on his shoulder.

Perspiration built on the curve of Joseph's forehead and the back of his neck as he jogged on the well run path. Heated outside with a light breeze, it was the perfect day for a relaxing run. Birds chirped as they flew from tree to tree, communicating in a language Joseph would never come to understand. He observed the animals in the trees he passed, focusing more on those surroundings rather than the path he was running. How lucky they were, dozing around in the trees, oblivious to the kinds of troubles Joseph suffered under everyday. And he slowed to a walk, feeling incredibly exhausted despite the fact that he had not even been running terribly fast and he had been pacing himself. A rather fit person, Joseph used running not only to stay in shape, but to clear his muddled mind. He was always thinking...and sometimes, Joseph just wanted everything to stop. Running helped with that. He felt unwound, bare of all the expectations and responsibilities that weighed down on him. And now, running through scenery looking over the outskirts of the city, Joseph's mind was far from the troubles that haunted him. It was exactly what he wanted to do when he came out here in the first place. After all, how would any of his problems come to face him here of all places?

The sound of vehicles in traffic could be heard distinctly nearby, spooking Joseph out of his reverie. Dazed, he paused in walking, eyes turned to the city where the noise was coming from. Subconsciously, his hand rose to his headphones, gripping onto the wire while he looked out. Two seconds later, he felt an impact so hard that he on the ground, very much tangled up with another kind of problem. Eyes wide and surprise transparent across of his expressive features, Joseph froze, one hand gripping tightly onto the shirt of the guy that had barreled him over. Out of breath, he failed to say something coherent, words broken up into phrases until he finally managed to spit out "Sorry!" in a very breathless manner. Discomfort immediately filled him when his eyes trained on the face of the other boy. Oliver McCloud. Immediately, Joseph began to climb off of the dirt path, feet and legs pushing unintentionally against Oliver's as he tried to lift himself upright. His hand pressed back against his chest as he rose to his feet, looking down at the fallen boy with a strange look in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he muttered after a moment, his tone becoming somewhat suspicious, thinking that perhaps this was just more bad luck for himself that Oliver had come to this running path instead of others.

Eyes that were familiar collided with Olivers, he rose both brows at Joseph, the other boy stared back. Then he was, not so gently, untangling himself from Oliver, almost in a rushing way. "What's the hurry?" Oliver muttered as he was practically shoved out of the way so that Joseph could stand up. He looked down at Oliver with an accusing glare, and his tone was annoyed, and something else. Oliver resisted the urge to drag the other guy back down, Joseph seemed to need a good shaking, it wasn't like Oliver had ran into him on purpose. It was all pure accident, not that it would seem Joseph thought so. Brown eyes were practically glaring down at him, Oliver cleared his throat as he stood up as well, his earbuds were hanging around his neck after the fall.

"I'm running," Oliver replied, a few seconds later, his own annoyance in his tone. He began dusting himself off, there was dust on his running clothes after the fall, wonderful. "As you are, I imagine," Oliver returned the gaze he was being given, crossing his arms he took his stance directly across from Joseph. "Not that it's any of your business," Oliver wasn't one for apologies, so even though Joseph had offered up an apology, it didn't mean that Oliver would be offering one up. It just wasn't who he was. Some passerby's glanced at the boys as they passed them by, probably wondering if the two were going to hug or fight, it looked like either one could happen. Oliver contemplated on pushing the other boy back onto the ground, just for laughs, but that wouldn't look good for him, what if someone saw? Or recorded him doing it? Oliver sighed, "Get out of the way." It wasn't a request, it was a demand, and Oliver's deep tone didn't beg to be argued with either.

Dark eyes blinked down at him warily, not used to the sight of Oliver off of campus. His entire body shivered with a strange feeling he was not accustomed to. Immediately, Joseph rubbed his arms up and down. As he did, he felt a portion of his skin by his elbows rubbed abrasively back, scraped against the rough texture of the dirt path. His fingers gingerly touched the area, grimacing a bit as he raised his elbows to inspect what damage had been down by the fall. It was nothing serious, he determined, just a small scrape that could be tended to later when he returned home to his apartment. What couldn't be tended to now was the palpable tension that gathered between the two boys. He wasn't sure how it had escalated so fast, for a moment earlier, both of them were frozen in that position on the dirt path. Now, they were both acting so cold to one another.

Subconsciously pressing down on his scrape, Joseph hesitantly raised his gaze to the other boy. Oliver was already an intimidating figure with his towering height. Since Joseph was a rather short guy, Oliver's height only seemed even more magnified in comparison. Feeling substantially smaller than him when Oliver took on a more dominant stance with his arms crossed over his chest, Joseph took another step back. Swallowing thickly, Joseph shook his head, "I come here regularly...so well, I was just...surprised." He seemed more apologetic now, though the comment was quickly thrown back into his throat because of Oliver's demand. The demand itself caught him off guard, unsure of how to respond. Blinking slowly, Joseph mutely nodded, stepping aside from the path where the two of them had collided. As he did, another loud honking noise from the city could be heard. Joseph instinctively back away in the other direction, feeling more spooked and uncomfortable than ever. Then, he recalled something. He didn't have a ride back to campus. Swallowing his pride, Joseph knew this might be his only chance. "Wait...Oliver." His name felt weird on his tongue, having a difficult time getting the words out. "I-I need a ride back to campus. No one..." he trailed off, unable to spit the words out. "No can pick me up. And I can't drive," he explained shortly, eyes casting away in embarrassment, cheeks stinging with shame.

The sun was warm on Oliver's back, it was a beautiful day, one that might have been semi-perfect if it hadn't been for the collision he'd just had with Joseph. Oliver's eyes traveled to where Joseph was rubbing, a small scrape had ended up on his elbow, presumably from the fall. Joseph felt a zing of guilt go through him, he tried to bury it beneath his annoyance at the entire situation. It wasn't like he had meant for Joseph to fall and get hurt. So why did he feel so guilty? And why did it annoy him so much that he might care? Joseph wasn't a bad guy, he was just.... Oliver couldn't put his finger on it.

"I run here frequently too," Oliver put in after Joseph mentioned he was at the park regularly. Wow, like that didn't sound childish? Oliver needed to calm down and not let his peer get to him. He rose a brow when Joseph almost stumbled out of the way, just before Oliver could leave, Joseph asked a question. Kind of, he really didn't ask, but more of informed Oliver of his predecement. "Ah, well I guess you should invest in a bike, yeah?" The heir turned on his heel and began walking away. It wasn't his responsibility to pick up lost puppies and take them home, even if it was exactly where he was going himself. He had a class in business, and then the interview. Oliver stopped only a few paces away, he turned and walked back to Joseph, hands on hips and with a long sigh, "Cmon. I'm going to give you a ride, you should really work this kind of stuff out before you leave." Without a backwards glance Oliver continued on down the trail expecting Joseph to follow him, "How did you get here anyway?" He called over his shoulder. (sorry if it's crappy! I'm at work >_>)

His cheeks burned with embarrassment at having to admit something like this. The McClouds and his family had never been on good terms. Their relationships had precipitated deeply into the two college boys, making this encounter more awkward than it might have been if he crashed into someone else on the running path. Joseph didn't like having to ask Oliver for a ride. Really, he probably would have much rather liked to ask another stranger in the park to take him back. He could have even called an Uber if he really needed to. But, unfortunately for him, he was out of cash and the park was fairly empty today. Oliver had now become his last resort. And even if he would have much rather walked home from the park, the distance was pretty far and it would be getting dark in no time. He needed Oliver to drive him home, otherwise, he wouldn't know how he was going to get back to campus at this time.

A dismayed expression floated across of his features when Oliver taunted him, turning away from him and walking back down the path. Joseph stared at him with parted lips, surprised that it had happened like this. Feeling stranded, Joseph's shoulders drooped and a nervous hand shuffled through his hair. As he staggered a step back, ready to turn on the path and start to make his trek back to campus on foot, he was stopped by Oliver giving in to his request. Relief immediately spread through him, a grateful smile rising to his dry lips. Feeling thirst pick at his tongue and sweat line his skin, he knew that walking back would only make him feel worse. Praise Oliver McCloud for not being a dick to him today. When he began to move away again, Joseph started forward, following behind like a lost puppy. "Oh, I uh...well my roommate came here with me, but then, she called me saying she was going out with some guy and well...I thought I would be able to get someone to give me a lift," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

If Oliver's dad knew that he was giving Joseph a ride, he would have confiscated all of Oliver's cards and asked if he had lost his mind. Thankfully Oliver no longer lived at home, so it wasn't probable that his dad would find out. Oliver breathed in the fresh air, well at least he'd gotten a good run before clashing with the guy behind him. If their families weren't so set against each other then Joseph and Oliver probably would have never even met. However, Oliver's dad had helped a bank foreclose on Josephs families. business, and bought it for next to nothing, and built high rises in its place. His dad was a real prick for that one, but what could Oliver do about it?

Oliver slowed down as they came to the parking lot, there were a few cars and then a lone motorcycle, or a crotch rocket as his dad referred to it, standing alone in the center. The sleek, fast, black bike was Oliver's. Two helmets were on the bike, Oliver didn't hesitate walking up to the bike and grabbing both helmets, he held one out to Joseph, "Put that on and climb on behind me," His instructions were simple, Oliver straddled the bike as he pit on his own helmet, he turned the key on the bike and started it up, it came to life, humming beneath him. It didn't occur to him that this one would be the first time a guy would be hugging his waist, or that Joseph might not be comfortable with riding the bike.

((I'll respond to this later today!!))

More and more, Joseph wished that his roommate was available right now to pick him up. Why did she always have to make impromptu plans like this? An uncomfortable feeling surrounded him as he followed behind Oliver, hoping that the tension he was so deeply feeling did not show on his face. He didn't need Oliver to point it out. Oliver and him had never gotten along and while it had been some time since they had last seen each other, he didn't have all that much faith that things may have changed for the other boy. For him...well, Joseph hadn't seen Oliver since before the accident. It had been a long year, but he'd been a bit surprised to have never run into him. Out of the corner of his eye, Joseph stared at Oliver, memorizing his attractive features and looking for changes that might have occurred in the past year. He more or less looked the same, but it wasn't like they saw each other for long bouts of time before either.

His focus on Oliver's face halted when he was introduced to the bike. Immediately, his face whitened. He was prepared to ride in a car. Had even reassured himself that Oliver must be a good driver and wouldn't be speeding on the highway. But this? This wasn't what he was ready for. Stammering, Joseph nervously stared at the bike, "I-I...I've never been on a bike." Maybe he would have been better off walking back. This was not going to end well. Staring at the helmet being offered to him, Joseph hesitantly took it, turning it over in his hands. This was so dangerous. His heart panged hard in his chest, sounding louder than possible in his ears. But pride was so very strong in him. He couldn't back down. Breathing in deeply, he tucked his head inside of that helmet, feeling the weight of it holding him down. Having to force his limbs to move, Joseph jerked a leg over the back of the bike, staring at Oliver's back in caution. "Uh...my hands. Where do I put them?" That awkwardness seeped back into his voice, overwhelming the frightened nerves in him.

Surprised that Joseph got on, even though he claimed to never have ridden a bike, Oliver gave a grunt of approval, at least the dude got on the bike. It took Oliver a good week before he would climb on his friends bike, all those years ago. He was terrified of dying on the thing, but after he rode it, well it was all over with. He was only 13 years old when he rode his first motorcycle, and after experiencing the exhilarating ride, he begged his parents for a bike of his own. It took some coercing, but Oliver got his way eventually. He'd gone from a simple dirt bike, to this, this beautiful, dangerously sexy looking bike. He was proud of the piece of metal beneath him, and he didn't think of it as intimidating any longer, hadn't in a long time. Until now, when there was a newbie sitting on the back, not knowing where to put his hands or feet.

"It's quite simple Joey, do you mind me calling you Joey?" Oliver didn't wait for Joseph to reply, "You take these," Oliver reached behind him and placed his hands on top of Joseph's, for a moment he was still, a shock kind of went through him. Oliver swallowed, then continued in his instruction, "And put them here," He pulled Joseph against his back, forcing his hands around his waist, "Don't fall off, oh," Oliver's head peered down, "And put your feet up on the ledges, or else they'll be burned off." Oliver assumed that Joseph would follow his instruction, he revved the bike, shifted the gears, and they were off, leaving the parking lot, and soon on the main road. The wind felt good after the run, and the collision with Joseph, it cooled down his body, some. Or so he told himself as he weaved in and out of traffic with ease.

Having seated himself on top of the bike, Joseph was slowly feeling better about the situation. He still didn't trust this kind of vehicle to be safe whatsoever. If his mother ever found that he had ridden on a bike, she would bring him home by the ear and demand that she be his only transportation anywhere. Shuddering at the thought, he was taken aback when Oliver spoke. Joseph had to pause and blink for a moment to comprehend what he just asked of him. Joey? It was so alarming for him to hear that he was surprised further when his hands were caught by Oliver's. The action spurred a small, but audible gasp from his throat, body going rigid from the sudden contact. Their movements seemed slower, but eventually, his hands had come down around Oliver's waist. Heat coursed through his entire body, licking deliciously at his skin. A strange feeling in abdomen made him blush. He was thankful that Oliver couldn't see him while they were both wearing helmets.

Getting used to the feeling of his hands around his waist, albeit he was still tensing at the touch of the built muscles felt through his thin shirt, Joseph relaxed for a moment. But that was before the bike kicked off. Immediately, he let out a strange noise, akin to a squeal, and grabbed on tightly to Oliver. His feet rose up to the ledges like Oliver instructed him, though his body seemed to wrap around Oliver more tightly than he was supposed to. "Fuck, this is insane!" he yelped, fingers coiling into Oliver's shirt with a strong grip. He felt the wind push back against him and for a moment, it felt like a roller coaster might. But then, he felt far too vulnerable on all sides to feel that kind of enjoyment. But, even so, amidst his great fears, he was seeing the world from a different light while on the bike with a person he'd never imagine doing this with.

The wind whipped around them, tugging on their clothes, and pushing against them. Joey had his hands firmly attached to Oliver, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. The warmth in his stomach was from Joseph's hands, right? Just body heat? Was it awkward? Was it okay? Oliver wasn't sure, and he didn't think that he even really wanted to think about it too much. The other boy was snug against Oliver's back, giving no room. It felt like Joseph might be a bit frightened, or perhaps he just thought that this was how people sat on bikes? Not knowing, Oliver decided to not change the way they sat, at all. There was no point in possibly tipping them over just because another guy sat tightly against his backside. It wasn't like anyone knew who they were anyway, so no one would realize that the two opposites were indeed together, in a very familiar way, on a bike.

Oliver was a natural on his motorcycle, he was experienced and naturally shifted with the bike. So they made their way to campus fairly quickly. As they neared the campus he slowed down some, wondering where he should drop Joseph off at. It wasn't like he could just pull up to the admin building and drop him off there, people would be shocked when their helmets came off. It was pretty well known how much their families hated each other. Oliver chewed on his bottom lip some as he entered the campus, not that anyone could see. Taking a left he headed towards the dormitories, he could pull in between two buildings and drop Joey off there.

Soon he was stopping, and putting his kickstand down. Oliver turned the bike off and reached up, he pulled the helmet from his head and slipped it onto one of his handles. Joey was still attached to his waist, Oliver glanced down at the hands that were tangled in his thin shirt, he rose a brow, interesting. The way those hands made him feel, it was unnatural to say the least. Oliver cleared his throat, "Uh, Joey?" He gave a space of silence, "We're stopped, at school. End of the ride," His tone was slightly rough, Oliver blamed it on the wind, yeah that was what made his tone so rough and what some would call sexy.

((So where do you want me to go from here? I feel like Oliver could come inside too and maybe there is some party?I just picture there being a moment where the two of them get super drunk together somehow and are stumbling over each other before accidentally kissing. But they are drunk, so no inhibitions and they go at it XD))

(yeah that's fine)

He would never admit it out loud, but the sensation of riding on a bike like that was just absolutely incredible. Joseph had never felt anything like it before. It was freeing to feel the wind blow back against his shoulders and billow his jacket behind him while they sped through the streets. Shouldn't there be some kind of seat belt to keep them attached to the bike? He was certain that if they stopped too abruptly at one point, Joseph would go off flying several feet in front of them. If Joseph wasn't so focused on the quite real heat pressed flush against his front, he might have payed more attention to the fact that he could fall off from the bike at any moment. In attempt to calm his frazzled nerves, Joseph squeezed his fist around Oliver's waist tighter. He didn't immediately think of what this position might look like. They were two boys sitting on a bike together with Joseph wrapped around Oliver much tighter than he probably should have. Of course, it looked a bit odd, considering who the two individuals were. But, no one knew except the two of them.

And all too soon, before he knew it, the bike had come to a stop in front of the dormitories. He blinked rapidly at the space before him, alarmed by how fast they managed to ride from the park to the dorms. Alarmed by the rough nature of Oliver's voice, Joseph recoiled his hands back from around his waist slowly, embarrassed when he idly rubbed his hands against his thighs. "Oh, uh, thanks, Oliver. I don't know what I would have done without you," Joseph nodded, shrugging the helmet off of his head. When he did, his bronze brown locks were a bit ruffled and his cheeks were painted pink. Slowly, he managed to place his feet on the ground, nearly falling off of the bike as he pushed one leg over. He paused when he got off, looking back up at Oliver in curiosity. His mouth moved before he could stop himself. "Hey, Oliver...there's a, uh, dorm party happening right now upstairs. I think it would be worth checking out." He didn't know why he had said it and he offered no further explanation to Oliver either. Instead, he just stood there awkwardly, ready to get inside so that he could use a bit of alcohol to drown the embarrassments of today away.

Joey seemed to be coming back to reality, it took him a few moments, but he eventually stumbled off his bike, and straightened up, some. Oliver rose a brow when he saw how pink Joey's cheeks were, he couldn't fathom what would put the color there. Especially since the helmet would have kept all of the wind off the other boys face. Then he spoke, Joey's voice sounded nervous, like he was about to ask someone out on a date or something. Oliver felt his mouth twitch with amusement as Joey asked if he'd like to attend some part the kids were throwing up the way. He took his time in thinking about his answer, it was fun making Joey squirm, and making him wait for Oliver's answer. Why not have a bit of fun with the guy? He did just go out of his way, okay not really, to drive the guy home.

Oliver put the kickstand down, and let the bike lean down as he climbed off, and took his own helmet off, he set the helmet on the bikes handle bar, then took Joey's and repeated the action. Turning, Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and rose a brow, looking down at Joey, a smile curled over his lips as he leaned in real close to the other boy, until they were a mere inch apart, and could feel each others breath. "I guess I could take some time out of my schedule to hang out with you and the other nomads for a bit," Oliver hung still in front of Joey for a few more seconds, his eyes catching Joey's, and feeling almost entranced, he nearly leaned in more. Blinking, he leaned back and rubbed his neck, a nervous habit he had. "So... lead the way," Gesturing with his other hand, Oliver put on a cool, collected gaze, and prepared himself to follow Joey to the party, where he planned on getting wasted. He completely forgot his class and interview, leaving responsibilities to the wind.

Embarrassment flourished through him. He was still unsure why he had extended the invitation to Oliver. The two were nowhere near friends, so it was already odd that he invited him to a social event where the might have to communicate with one another besides the standard brawls that occurred between them. Their time together today was already so strange and out of the ordinary. Why not just extend it a little bit more? Joseph uncomfortably shifted on his feet, thrown off by the fact that Oliver refused to just give him in answer. It was all drawn out and he watched the other boy on the motorcycle as he dismounted his bike. Joseph's eyes did not leave him, even when Oliver approached him, their breath somehow mingling together because of the lack of distance between them. He had to grit his teeth together to keep himself from saying anything outrageous or completely stupid. But who could blame him? Talking to other people usually came so easy to him, but here was Oliver McCloud and it seemed that his vocabulary had significantly shrunken.

For a moment, as Joseph finally parted his lips, meaning to say something of substance, it seemed that Oliver was leaning forward. Inhaling sharply, Joseph even felt himself moving towards him on his own volition. What was happening? Discomfort drummed to the beat of his heart as he nodded at Oliver. "Yeah, this way..." Joseph finally said to the other boy, turning away so that Oliver wouldn't see his flushed skin, as if it was not already apparent before. In order to get to the party faster, where there would be more people than just the two of them, Joseph hurried his pace, knowing that Oliver with his longer strides would easily keep up with him. As he passed along a few rooms, he mentioned to him, "I don't know if you really know the guy, Mike Allen? Yeah, well he and Arthur and throwing the whole thing..." he began, trying to fill the awkwardness he felt with an overflow of words. As he spoke, they stopped in front of an open door where others were travelling in and out.

Travelling behind Joey gave Oliver time to collect himself, to try and shrug off the awkwardness that was developing between the two of them. It should have been a no brainer to decline the invitation from Joey, instead Oliver had agreed to the invitation and was following behind his supposed nemesis. What was wrong with him? His dad was going to kill him if he ever found out, and he would probably disown him before the killing itself. Oliver swallowed, hard, trying not to ponder on the thought of his dad finding out. The two of them moved through hallways, passing dormrooms that were sometime open, and other times closed, a few even had smoke coming out from beneath the door. Oliver shook his head, he was surprised the R.A allowed such things, but then again, maybe the college was more lax than he thought.

The silence was filled with Joseph's voice as they gravitated toward music and laughing. Oliver mumbled a confirmative 'yes' to the fact that he knew MIke Allen and Arthur, they were known as some of the biggest partiers on campus. Who didn't know them? Oliver pushed a hand through his hair, before giving a nod to some guy coming out of the dorm that was obviously the party central of the building. Joey and Oliver entered the room, it was thick with people, as well as smoke, and alcohol filled surfaces. Oliver slightly against Joey's back, since it was so crowded, and practically yelled, "I'll get us drinks!" Before squeezing his way towards what looked like a mini kitchen, there were bottles of alcohol on that counter that looked familiar. Oliver knew his liquor, and was soon making two drinks for him and Joseph, he made Joseph a drink that was the color blue, while making himself one that was red. He raised the two tumbler glasses above his head and squeezed back to Joey, bumping into people along the way with as much grace as he could manage. "Here," He spoke loudly, to be heard over the roaring music, Oliver handed Joey the blue drink, "It's called Sex on the beach," With that being said, Oliver took a long pull off his own drink.

Parties were so invigorating. For someone like Joseph, it was the perfect place to blow off steam, to meet people that didn't nor would they ever know him, and to be in a place where no one gave a shit about one another. He liked the environment, how the pulsing music could distract anyone into a kind of rhythm. Easily, he was able to find his own rhythm in the crowd, head lightly bobbing at first, a small gesture compared to the others already dancing around in the cramped space. It was not the best place to have a party, really, for this was after all a dorm and dorm rooms were not the largest. Joseph had learned long ago that dorm parties entailed a lot of elbows slamming into chests and drinks being spilled onto shirts. And this was all proven to be true as he and Oliver reached a certain place in the dorm room when another elbow crashed into his shoulder, jerking him back a step. Surprised fluctuated across of his features, mixed with a wince of pain where his shoulder still had phantom aches every now and then.

Rotating his shoulder lightly, Joseph had hardly noticed when Oliver whisked off to get them drinks. It was hard to hear anything under the loud "oomph-oomph" sound that came with these parties. It was only when he heard Oliver's loud voice over the music nearby him again that he turned around in surprise. Joseph's lips parted open, staring at the blue drink being placed in his hand. A Sex on the beach drink. Naturally, coming to these parties meant that Joseph had experimented a lot with alcohol, but he had to yet to drink something that was colored blue. Intrigued, he brought the rim of the glass close to his lips, sniffing it before taking a long sip back. Immediately, the familiar taste of vodka and sprite mixed around in the back of his throat, along with the sweet adding of peach schnapps. There was another taste mingled with it, but he was not quite able to discern it. "Woah..." he muttered, already feeling a bit buzzed from the rush of alcohol in his stomach. "You've got some skills man," he chuckled, stepping closer to him because of the people moving around them. Joseph raised the glass between them to inspect it before tossing more of the blue liquid back. "Yeahh! You're going to be mixing drinks for me...all night!" Joseph laughed now, gently prodding his finger against Oliver's chest, albeit unintentionally in a fllirtatious manner.