Noah (sweven) wrote in genome_backsl, @ 2011-09-02 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | david bacchus, noah riley, september 2011 |
WHO: David Bacchus & Noah Riley
WHAT: Being hoodlums; wearing dark clothes and drinking.
WHEN: About eight years ago (early September); 2 AM
WHERE: Dark alleys and stuff.
RATING: PG-13 for swears, underaged drinking, and other things your parents disapprove of.
Being the ever resourceful boy he was, Noah had managed to get his still-underaged hands on a shitload of beer earlier in the day. It was warm from lying stowed away in his car (Bobby, in the fashion of little sisters, thought everything he owned was her business), but hey, it was beer! Whatever. Noah had already drank, like, three. He was waiting for his friend to show up.
He couldn't drink all the beer himself, and as it was summer vacation, Noah had hardly seen David Bacchus. Unlike most of his peers, the boy didn't spend his days lying on the beach with friends. (For one, he didn't have many friends.) He generally kept to his bedroom and read, or was working at the bookstore.
But, when the opportunity to acquire a grande amount of beer arose, he couldn't say no. The boy sat in the school parking lot - where he was meeting David - on the hood of his little red car. He was smoking, a few empty bottles propped up around him.