|♥ Harlow ♥ (nightglow) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-05-18 22:05:00
|Entry tags:||*log, harlow james, shiloh foster|
shiloh & harlow ; night wandering
Who: Shi and Harl.
What: Leaving Hugh's party.
Where: Hugh's house to start.
Rising from elsewhere...
Everyone had their own particular laurels of comfort, the ropes one could lean on after getting hammered in the ring, a little something to take the edge off. For some people, their thing was drugs, and having never been rubbed raw emotionally by the addictions of another, she thought that was fine and dandy. Harlow's thing, when she had the freedom to do as she pleased, was hooking up with strangers in the kind of places that one could rent by the hour. Neither comfort was particularly safe, but neither was the world around them. This is all to say that the drugs didn't bother her. She too liked to drink at parties, and she too had taken her share of little lilac pills in club basements. The fact that those things were a far cry from getting blitzed and spun every single day was a little beyond her for the moment. She figured that he just liked to have a good time.
And anyway, she really liked Shiloh. If he had flaws, she couldn't see them yet. She'd even allowed herself to mostly forget about that one rumor about him being a murderer. He was no allegorical wolf, not to her. The boy was all prince, and she vowed to follow his lead wherever it took them.
It was a keen idea to escape the party before they got kicked out. The night was young, and it was best to keep things on a high note. She kept close to Shiloh, his hand in hers, as they migrated from indoors to out, swiping a bottle of rum on the way like a pair of good-looking cat burglars with very particular(although not particularly expensive) tastes.