Re: Sebastian and Hunter with Greg
"Let's just get some drinks in us and I'll be fine," Hunter murmured even if he kind of wanted to just leave the party already and be alone with Sebastian. That had been the plan, be together alone on Friday night so he could actually be at that party without flailing inside but oh well. He bit his lip again and wondered if Sebastian could get any cuter without one of them exploding. Other things were fun too, definitely, definitely some things he was thinking about now as Sebastian blushed again and made his stomach flutter.
"You guys are the worst," Greg muttered as he stepped up to them with a couple of glasses. "I can't guarantee these are as good as you'd have made them, Bash, but you weren't making drinks at all so someone had to step up."
Sebastian laughed when Greg handed him a drink, realizing he’d been completely unaware of whatever was going on around them. It was like Homecoming, but worse, because they weren’t all drunk yet and there were few enough people for them to notice how Hunter completely stole his attention. “Liar,” he grinned, one finger hooking with Hunter’s as he spoke to Greg. “You make amazing drinks. What is this?” he asked, not even waiting to find out before taking a sip.
It was Hunter's turn to blush when Greg interrupted because he too had been oblivious to their surroundings and now he felt like everyone was just looking at them. If they were laughing it wasn't malicious but he still felt sheepish.
"Jesus," Greg sighed. "He's been doing this all day; What is this? Chomp chomp!" He shook his head. "Trial by taste, he's so lucky nobody's given him anything gross yet." When Hunter looked baffled he laughed and shook his head. "Someone gave us a pot-brownie. At least we think it's just a pot brownie but who knows. Oh, this idiot knows. He's not tripping balls from that tiny bite he took so I guess it's safe?"
“I didn’t chomp the glass, Wheels,” Sebastian said, rolling his eyes through his laughter. “It looked like a brownie, it smelled like a brownie, it didn’t feel magical, and it tasted like chocolate and pot. Plus, I know if I started tripping, you’d pick me up and drop me back on her table, right?” Maybe not. Greg had seemed mildly scared of the red headed witch. He looked at Hunter. “It was fine. She would’ve have been selling it if it was dangerous.” Of course, she shouldn’t have been selling it period, but he didn’t really want to argue that.
"Chomp! Chomp!" Greg said and pointed at Sebastian as if pointing made his argument stronger. "He took a bite out of that brownie when we had no clue what it was." He suddenly went wide-eyed and looked at Hunter. "Oh shit, you're not gonna tell your dad, are you? I do not want to piss her off by getting her in trouble with the law or something..."
Hunter had to scoff at that. "I don't tell my dad everything," he muttered defensively, licking his lips where he could still taste that vanilla vodka drink. "I think he's a little too busy to care about some pot anyway, but I would never tell him something like that."
“Okay, you win! Chomp, chomp!” Sebastian laughed. “Next time I’ll ask when someone throws food at my head.” Which probably sounded absolutely insane, he realized once he said it. He looked towards Hunter, brows raised, the thought having not occurred to him at all. He hadn’t even really thought what Hunter’s thoughts were on getting high. That could be a huge NO in his book, and here he was taking bites out of randomly drugged brownies. “You ever get high?” he asked, half hiding his expression behind his glass as he took a sip.
Greg said something about getting more drinks for the girls and backed off in a way that made Hunter feel like he was trying not to make him feel group-pressured or that maybe this was awkward. He almost didn't want to say no, he never got high because it sounded kind of lame but then he'd never really cared about that kind of stuff so why did he suddenly care now? He shook his head instead and hid a smile behind his own glass. "I don't care though, I mean, I know Mak smokes sometimes."