Who: Everett and Duncan What: Wrong place, wrong time Where: Pêchés Mignons When: Around midnight (26.7.18) Rating: TBD
A house party with a group of kids that Everett eitehr did not know or downright despised throughout his public school days should have been the first indicator that the night was set to be a nightmare. The second came much later and far after Everett had begun to drink himself silly as a means of tamping down the overall self loathing and directionless feelings that stired within him on a daily basis. Two hours later and the house party was shut down, the cops raided the place, and Everett jumped a fence before sprinting three blocks into an unfamiliar neighborhood and upchucking his late lunch into someone's front. Wandering unfamiliar streets under moonlight Everett stumbled and tripped forward with each step that propelled him forward, earbuds blocking out the world around him while some rock band covered Bad Moon Rising; their words should have been an omen but Everett was too drunk to notice or care. Rubbing at his eyelids with calloused hands he continued to move forward Everett allowed himself to drift deeper into the warmth that overtook him, a lingering sensation from the alcohol consumed.. Age 19 and he was drunk off of his ass, but what was new? Everett had been drinking since age 16, sometimes right under his brother's nose in their childhood home while the guy slept. What else was a grown ass kid supposed to do during sleep overs? Who the hell even had sleep overs past age 10 anyway? In truth, most underaged kids in the tiny town of Wakefield were many of the same feelings that Everett felt currently, the only difference was that he was not waiting in some holding cell for his brother to pick him up. Perhaps if he wandered the streets long enough he just might find his way home and Theo would be fast asleep, saving Everett from the awkward "you're not dad, you can't be pissed at me!" shouting match that the two often shared.
With his vision blurring and a weariness setting into his bones Everett wandered through an open door, the offering of bright lights and music far from his usual liking called to him. Maybe he could just sit for a while and sober up before making his way home. Meandering up to the bar Everett knew that he was too young in appearance to fool anyone in order to try and place an order for anything remotely alcoholic, so instead he simply asked for a glass of water as his gaze merely fell on the stage before him and the beings that danced as if no one they themselves were actually turned on by the sea of eyes that fantasied about their bare flesh and what it might feel like to place hands upon such tender flesh., His heartrate accelerated with each new song and each new body that took the stage. Sipping his water Everett combed his fingers through his hair and shot a text to his brother. Yup, maybe he would admit defeat and argue about something new, I'm dunk the house party was bust come pick me up I'm at strip After hitting send Everett rolled his shoulders and shook the strange sensation of being watched from him while scanning the room before a figure appeared silently next to him. "Uh... hi." Everett greeted uneasily, shoving his phone back into his pocket and swallowing anxiously.
Maybe it was time to head out onto the streets he thought, eyeing the main entrance.