InsaneJournal

Eyes on the road souls in the gutter
Who: Izaic Lonton, Levi Cuckoo, open to masochists?
What: Boys being boys, at the grown-ups' expense.
When: Sunday night
Where: Upper East Side
Rating: Don't try this at home.


Rain in the city just made the Lower smell like mud, dust not washed away and the streets renewed, just pushed with all the other garbage to clog the gutters for the worms to smell sweet and earthy, burping sour and smokey, like a million people's rotten fucking lives, lived every day. Now, the Upper East Side, that was different. That was the river and Central Park, sidewalks swept every morning and night and cleared of litter, like no one really lived there at all. With rain, it was left smelling as empty as soulless as it really was.
But a welcome emptiness from the stale depths of the subway. Levi took the stairs two at a time, darting around girls in bangles and short skirts and dudes in their day-worn suits, bumping shoulders occasionally-- a jarring bounce against those fuckhead yuppieboys and a maneuvered whisper against a girl's scented skin. At the top, he breathed deeply and glanced back to catch a curious eye and left her with just the touch of a grin before bouncing away into the floodlit square. This was New York, it wasn't like he was the only tattooed mongrel in tattered jeans to cross these sparkling divas' paths, but Levi liked to think he was worth remembering.

Those boys in their flashy suits would either be slinking back home to drink alone until they can bear to fall asleep and commit themselves to their atrocious, equally lonely dreams, or slinking into the bars to flash their credit cards and laugh too enthusiastically to show off their perfect dental work and try to convince themselves that they love and trust the people around them while they're really just jealous of how white their caps are.
Whatever, leave them to it. The yuppieboys torturing themselves meant they had left their BMWs with the valet, and that's all that mattered to Levi.