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@jupiter
Aria was running on three hours of sleep. After deciding last minute to work on her essay submission for her creative writing workshop she has been awake nonstop, making sure her eyes were glued open by means of downing expresso shots and eating raw sugar packets. Still buzzing from her high, she sat at the bar, twirling an empty glass that was previously filled with cherry soda spiked with vodka around her fingertips. The last time she went to the New Years Ball she was 15, and ever since that year she stopped going not because she didn’t enjoy it — she just never have the time.
Struggling to get her foot in the door to become a journalist while simultaneously keeping her grades in the mid 90s and showing up on time everyday to be an intern for the Warwick Times was so draining. If there wasn’t a deadline there was a task to be done or a call to be made. She’s spent the last week with her lights on at 3 o’clock in the morning researching for the next big term paper she should have already started by now. And if that wasn’t enough, she had at least 17 reminders on her phone vibrating at all times just to make sure that she could never got the chance to let her guard down.
Still, this ball relived at least some of her pent up stress. She’d been entertained by some colleagues earlier, but they had ditched her at the bar to go to the dance floor — which was okay, Aria was fine by herself. Signaling for another shot of alcohol (the bartender definitely didn’t know she was underage plus a year wouldn’t make that much of a difference right?) Aria downed it, leaning back on her chair to watch everyone else arrive and socialize.
@fayza
The night had been going along well he supposed. The music was certainly interesting, and he hadn’t run into anyone that may have wished him ill intent, so things were fine he guessed. Of course then there was also the fact that after vigorously digging and exploring Warwick all he had was one strange feather which wasn’t recorded in a book of records, and a dead end. Minhyuk was still getting used to the drinking laws here but eventually caved in deciding to tip the bartender for something strong. Minhyuk was definitely capable of holding his liquor even though he seemed kind of frail, a book should never be judged by it’s cover.
Pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose up, he took a look around the room to notice how extravagant everything looked, and elegant, it certainly was no Seoul, but it was a bit comforting being social settings like these. It brought back playful memories of his sister and him hiding in the staff room from the stuff and grumpy adults, only for their parents to find them in under fifteen minutes and scold them. It may have been a weird thing to enjoy, but it built solidarity between the two of them, and now they were closer than ever. Smiling back on the good times, he politely asked for another glass continuing to take note of the beauty in every detail. Warwick may have been small, but it certainly had its perks.
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@devotion
It wasn't the first time Adam had gone to the new year's ball, but it was the first time he didn't go with his family or friends. He knew some people from the newspaper were getting together to go as a group, but as an intern, he wasn't sure if he was welcome to tag along. Everyone had been really welcoming, but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. After all, he was able to obtain one of the few paid positions, and he didn't want to do anything to put that at risk. It wasn't a great pay, but it was enough for Adam to cover his rent and basic necessities, which was more than enough for him. Living on his own was much better than the constant fighting with his parents over his claims of the supernatural in Warwick. Adam was tired of being belittled and ignored.
He hoped he wouldn't bump into either of his parents or his brother tonight. He wasn't ready for that confrontation honestly, and so he approached the bar, as he knew no one in his family was much of a drinker. He was of age, but still felt a little nervous when asking for a drink, as if someone had lied to him all his life and he was actually underage. But the bartender didn't even look at him twice before placing the drink in front of him, running around with orders. Adam turned to the brunette next to him and raised his glass. "Here's to no checking ID's, right?"
@ jupiter
Upon hearing a male voice beside her, Aria turned with her lips curled in a smile behind the rim of the glass cup. Setting it down, leaving behind a bright red lip stain where she drank, she looked at the stranger who took a seat next to her. His face was familiar, and his voice she could have sworn she'd heard before, but Aria just couldn't put her finger on it. So she simply brushed it aside. Lightly chuckling at his statement she smiled at the friendly face nodding.
"I can definetly cheers to that." Aria laughed, clinking together their cups before continuing to down the burning liquid, chasing it down with a lemon wedge. Taking in a harsh breath at the biting sting that the liquor left in her throat she scrunched her nose. "God that stuff's strong." She said to herself, shuddering. Realizing that he was still looking at her, she added "Please don't think I'm an alcoholic. I drink on occasion." Cringing at how bad that sounded as it left her mouth, she stuck her hand out. "That was a bad introduction, my names Aria. Aria Croft, nice to meet you."
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@artemis
”Olivia, please. Let me change you. We could be together for forger.” Ian pleaded with her as she lay on their bed. Her skin was pale and her collarbones and cheekbones looked so prominent. Had she not been talking to him, Ian would have thought she was dead already. “No.... no. You know I love you, Ian. But I can’t live that lifestyle.” Her words were soft, and her eyes were barely open. Ian was trying not to cry, but at this point, it was beyond hard. “Please don’t leave me.” He whispered. Her small hand was held in both of his cold ones. “I don’t want to lose you, Olivia. I can’t loose you.” Ian held her hand tightly, afraid if he were to let go, he would lose her. “Don’t lose the human part of you, Ian. No matter what,” and just like that, she was gone.
The memory of the night played through his mind as he stared at the shelf before him. The bottles blurred out, not sure if it was because he was drunk or just not focusing. His elbow rested on the bar while his hand held his head, slumped in the position for a while now. Everything around him faded away and he was lost in his own, his own depressed feelings.
@fayza
As he looked around the room, he saw to his surprise a familiar figure seemingly unconscious, with a drink loosely in his hand, sitting a couple seats away from him. How had he not seen this person while surveying the room? Getting out of his seat, he cautiously got up and walked over to his seat before he actually saw who it was. Ian? Ian Blackwell? Oh God. It was Ian Blackwell, the guy who had continuously made fun of him, before getting strange and just upright leaving his house. Minhyuk wanted to turn around and walk away, pretend he hadn’t even seen him, but he couldn’t leave him there.
Sliding into the bar stool across from Ian, he took a sip before clearing his throat. He didn’t dare to make eye contact with him, averting his eyes towards pretty much everything else except Ian. “Uhm. Uh, are you... okay?” Why was he here again? Glancing back towards Ian, he saw the look of pure sadness in his eyes before taking a big gulp of his drink and signaling for another. oh. right.
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@artemis
Ian didn’t even know he was crying, well, not really crying just yet. But his eyes had started to tear up, almost like it did in his memory. It wasn’t until he heard a voice next to him that he was brought back to reality. Straightening up and rubbing at his eyes without being too obvious, Ian tried to act like he just hadn’t been in his feelings a few seconds ago. He brought back his cold don’t fuck with me facade back to his face as he turned to answer and see who it was.
Ian opened his mouth to tell whoever the newcomer was to fuck off, but when he found Minhyuk sitting next to him, he froze. The look of vulnerability and sadness passed his eyes at the sight of his partner before it quickly disappeared. Instead, he looked away from him and down to his drink, unable to bring himself to say what he was about to say. Why? He didn’t know. Instead, he mumbled, a bit slurred, “I’m fine.” He then brought his glass up to his lips only to finish what was left of it. Having Minhyuk close to him, he was able to pick out his scent know that he knew it, and it continued to remind him of Olivia. He asked for another drink, hoping that if he were to get more wasted, Olivia and her scent would leave his mind.
@fayza
He stopped the waiter and simply payed for the entire tray of alcohol leaving them a great tip. Seriously staff were turning blind eyes to the ages of most people in this room. Was all of America like this? Letting out a sigh he knew this was going to be a long night, seeing the way that Ian clammed up as he sat down. “I’m fine.” Okay, perfect. Taking a sip of the bourbon in his hands he turned to get up before he noticed that there were remnants of tears on his face, causing him to turn and face him like the sympathetic human being he was. Fuck. “You’re a bad liar. Especially when your drunk.” Taking of his decorative glasses he pushed his hair back glancing down at his cup.
“Listen, I know we aren’t the best of friends... or friendly towards each other. But, tonight is supposed to be for new beginnings. So, if you are up for it, I’m here to listen.” A half smile appeared on his face and his eyes were kind trying to give of somewhat of a welcoming appearance.
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@artemis
As soon as Ian was given another glass, he pushed away his empty one and took the full one. He brought it to his lips with no hesitation. There was nothing to keeping him from getting wasted. No conscious. No friend. No lover one to go home too. He didn’t think about any consequence, because he really didn’t have any. What could go wrong? He kills someone? Because he already does that.
Ian set his now empty glass down, thinking Minhyuk would leave him alone as he wanted. But he didn’t. Instead, he thought it was a good idea to talk to him as if he was a psychiatrist or a friend. “Pft.” He smirked, though there was nothing that entertained him. “I’m not drunk.” He corrects him when he was obviously drunk. “And fuck that new year shit. I don’t need a friend to talk about death.” He softly chuckled and glanced at him, not knowing he admitted what had bothered him.
@devotion
Adam took a sip of his drink but laughed when she spoke, and in his chortle spit out a little of his drink. He might be twenty one, but at that point he was sure he looked sixteen. Which sometimes he felt like, honestly. That overshadowed sixteen year old who absolutely hated being home because there was nothing worse than having your dad compare you to your brother for what it seemed like 24/7. Oh and of course there was the belittling because of his belief in the supernatural. Fun times.
He cleaned his mouth with a napkin. "Sorry for that projectile, I promise I'm not usually...like that," He said, still laughing a little as he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you Aria, I'm Adam Newton." He took another swig of his drink before shaking his head. Maybe that drink was a bit too strong for him. "Croft, your name sounds familiar..." He knew he had seen her face, or maybe heard her voice somewhere before. Maybe they had gone to school together, which was the most likely. Warwick was pretty small after all.
@fayza
The last sentence hit him as if it had panged throughout his entire body. Death? Christ. Just what was this guy going through. “Uhm, you can talk about it if you want to, but I wouldn’t mind if you just sat in silence.” Taking one of the sipping shots from off the tray, he downed all of it in one go, not even bothering to use a chaser, immediately regretting that mistake. He coughed for a bit immediately regretting the bartenders advice.
What the fuck was up with American alcohol, it was so strong! Shaking his head, he laid his head on the table, deciding to simply get drunk alongside Ian. “So... who died? A close family member, a friend maybe?” He murmured as he looked around the room unable to fully comprehend sentences with his left ear on the table.
@jupiter
Aria snorted at the guy as he profusely apologized. He was funny and kinda cute in a dorky-overly-apologetic way she concluded with a bright smile on her face. And very very familiar. Swirling the drink in her hand with a thin straw she watched his face, calculating. Who was this guy? There was no way that they haven't met before. Then he answered her subliminal question.
Adam Newton?...Adam...Newton...Oh!
"Adam Newton! Warwick Times's Adam Newton!" She exclaimed turning to face him with her entire body excitedly. "Oh my gosh, we work together." She giggled. Well, work was a little far fetched. Unless you count going on coffee runs and editing pre-written new articles as work. Still, she knew him. Her instincts almost never lie.
@devotion
Adam was startled by her exclamation and jumped a little, just enough so that a little of his drink was spilled on the table. He was cleaning the liquid with a napkin when she finished talking. "That's where I know you from!" He said, giving a light chuckle and he have a slight slap to his muscle in realization. They were both interns at the newspaper, which yes, technically was their workplace, but being an intern sometimes didn't feel like a job and more like constantly doing favors to people. It was the check that helped making it feel more like a job.
"I knew I had seen you somewhere before," Adam admitted, but then thought maybe that could sound a little creepy. "Not that I am, like, stalking you or anything," He fixed quickly. "But I knew I had seen you before, we work in the same section, right?" The newspaper talked about sports, entertainment, and just plain old news, and Adam had gotten in the last one because he knew that if he ever was gonna get a chance to run a story on Warwick's weirdness, it had to be on the front page.
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@artemis
Ian turned his gaze to watch Minhyuk, who still stuck by his side even though Ian seemed against opening up. Why? He wasn’t sure. Yeah he knew Minhyuk was actually a nice guy, from what he had seen and heard about him. However, that didn’t make him less annoying in Ian’s eyes. But here he was, drinking next to him and coughing like they were buddies that were catching up. He had to admit, seeing the guy calm and not being such a klutz gave Ian a different view of him.
At his question, Ian simply looked away and drank the remaining of the alcohol in his drink, unlike Minhyuk, he was used to how strong it was. He thought of his question, of what the answer could be. Friend? Family? No. She was more. Ian pushed away from the empty glass. “She was a lover.” He finally answered, even though he had no reason to answer to Minhyuk. “My lover. My first, and my last.” He tells him, a faraway look in his eyes.
Minhyuk didn’t know what exactly he was expecting. A snarl or sneer, silence, at best just a small murmur that he wouldn’t repeat again, but he had heard it loud and clear. ‘She was a lover.’ A lover? Who would have known? Ian Blackwell, having a lover? Wait, how old was this guy again? Didn’t most people have lovers around his age? What did he have a first love at the age of twelve or something? Of course he had done enough prying on his own tonight, maybe talking about them was a sensitive subject. He could wait another time, if there would even be another time.
Simply placing his card on the table he asked a server for their drinks to be payed on a tab, he gave a moment of silence before continuing in much more hushed voice. “What’s it like? Having... someone to cherish like that? I’ve never really had anything like that.” He had experienced a few flings here and there but Minhyuk hadn’t even had his first boyfriend yet, was it everything the media portrayed it be?
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Ian held the empty glass in his hand and stared down into, feeling just as empty. He didn’t even bother to get himself another drink. He glanced over to Minhyuk when he placed down his card, watching him. He didn’t have the urge to curse him out or shove him or even make fun of him. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Not when he was thinking of his first love, not when Minhyuk reminded him of her. She was always kind, always smiling and listening to him, even though he didn’t want to talk. But he felt like if he didn’t talk, it meant he didn’t care about her, and he definitely did. With a small smile, he admits, “It’s the best feeling in the world. Loving someone with all of your heart, and knowing they love you just as much. They're like a best friend, but much more. You’ll always have them by your side, and they’ll always there for you.” Just thinking about that feeling made him happy and sad at the same time. “Don’t you know how that feels?” He asked him.
Listening to Ian go on about something that made him feel so passionately was something he never thought to experience, but the look in his eyes made him realize how much he loved it. “So pretty much the best feeling in the world huh?” He murmured drumming his fingers on the table. Taking off his glasses and setting them aside, he placed them gently on the table before turning back to Ian. ‘Don’t you know how that feels?’ Well, he understood how a loving family felt, and his sister had his back all the time, they were good friends he guessed. But nothing like how Ian was describing. Sure he had kissed a few people before, though his relationship with this mysterious person sounded as though it went beyond the physical. “No.” He said boldly. “No, I’ve never experienced true romantic love for anyone. My parents usually kept me hidden from the world. In fact they didn’t let me go to a school with other people until... last year?” He chuckled. It was a bit silly, and explained a little bit as well.
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@artemis
Ian looked at Minhyuk. He didn’t look like the type of person to fool around with people, unlike himself. Ever since Olivia died, he never bothered to find someone else, careful not to catch feelings for anyone. He didn’t want to go through the pain all over again. Besides, there was still the worry that they wouldn’t expect him for what he was, a blood-sucking monster. So he hooked up with people, had fun, and maybe sometimes killed them. But that was beside the point. “You're missing out,” he tells him, yet here he was forbidding himself from that feeling again. When he was told that he’s never actually went to school with other people, he couldn’t help but smirk and say, “no wonder your such klutz, your not used to people.” He wasn’t sure if that was him teasing, or being rude. Being drunk, or probably sounded like both.
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@fayza
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“Wha-Wh-I am not a klutz! Excuse me? I am one of the most steady people in the entire earth. My balance is impeccable.” He sputtered, Rolling his eyes. He wasn’t really a klutz, he just got nervous around people unfamiliar to him, and attractive people. While being a bit of a social recluse did help the problem, Minhyuk would nevertheless admit that the reason he was so clumsy around most people was that he was afraid, or even worse afraid and thought they were attractive. “Excuse me, May we have a couple more drinks?” Of course the bartender thought that this was actually a good time to notice their ages. “Sure, I’m just gonna need to see some ID.” Raising an eyebrow he pulled it would sliding it across the table. “Hey kid! Get out of here, you aren’t supposed to be drinking!” Minhyuk has gotten just buzzed enough to forget the legal drinking age. Which meant he wasn’t probably borderline drunk. The bartender pointed abruptly towards the ‘21 and up’ sign. “Right. Americans and their stupid rules.” Right when he was buzzed too. Ugh, this sucked.
@jupiter (sorry for the wait I suck i know)
She took a giddy sip out of the little red straw the leaned against her drink. As she studied him, all the memories flooded back. They’ve crossed paths a couple of times before, though the encounters were usually very brief and hurried. He always seemed ansty (the way he accidently spilled his drink when she made her sudden realization only further proved her point) though she could relate with him, though the reason why her leg was bobbing up and down feverently was because of the coffee that caused caffeine to run through her veins like a live wire of crackling electricity.
“I haven’t ever gotten a chance to talk to you, its weird,” She pondering aloud, throat hot and burning from the alcohol. “Crazy how we work in such a small building and never properly met.” She looked at him again, linking everything from his hair to the stuttering awkward way that he speaks to the same intern she sees vauglely during the week. “What have they been making you do?” They was a reference to the newspaper. For Aria, her life as an intern mainly revolved around anything that didn’t involve writing, which was frustrating, but the work experience is worth it.
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@Artemis
“Yeah, and the earth is flat.” Ian rolled his eyes. Of course, he really didn’t know anything about Minhyuk. Just from the few times that Ian had been with him, he assumed what he was from them, which was a clumsy weirdo that thought he was a smart ass. But there was more to the guy that Ian knew, like being kind, cute, and not always clumsy, he just never really allowed himself to admit it. However, that didn’t matter, what mattered was now, which after hearing Minhyuk ask for more drinks and the bartender yelling, had his mood killed even more. Of course, he already had an ID that said he was twenty-one, having to use it to go to clubs and bars to pick his victims, but at that point, he didn’t even feel like drinking anymore. He just wanted to head home. He didn’t even want to feed, which showed how drunk and down he was. He had gotten drunk to forget, but that didn’t even work. He needed something else to forget. “I’m just going to leave,” he announces as he pushes the stool to rise. He moved to walk but lost balance and tripped, only to catch himself with the nearest thing to him, which was Minhyuk.
@fayza
Minhyuk was slightly confused as he sat in his car looking out at the quiet street out ahead of him. Inside the party was still going, the soft sounds of silverware, and the loud music accompanying it. Now, he wasn’t exactly confused about what was going on inside, or even the fact that he was in his car early, he was confused that someone who he had fought with the night before, and practically ignored at school was now in the backseat of his car somewhat passed out. He had fallen on him in the bar, clearly having one too many drinks in his body. “Fuck.” He sighed placing his head on the steering wheel. God, he was sober enough to drive that wasn’t the problem, his alcohol tolerance was high, but where the fuck was he going anyway? Should he take him to his house? Or to his own apartment. “Hey- Where do you live?” He waited a bit but got no response. “Okay.”
@devo (view spoiler)
"Definitely weird," Adam said, taking a sip of his own drink. He began to review in his mind all the times he had seen her, and to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing he had never introduced himself. He wasn't a rude person, and despite the fact that the newspaper was often hectic, he always made an effort to introduce himself and know his co-workers (at least some of them) by name. Adam was sure he had since Aria once or twice. He was sure he knew that smile from somewhere.
Adam sighed. "Not much, honestly," He said, defeated. When he was accepted for the position at the newspaper, the paid position, no less, he was sure he would be right in the middle of the action, going out to investigate, writing up reports, drafting interviews...But to his surprise he was a glorified errand boy. "I check people's grammar before their articles get sent to the editor, I update the archives, that kind of garbage," He said, playing with his glass on the table. "I really thought I was going to be out there, getting the truth..." He sighed again and turned to her. "What about you?"
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