Sebastian and Hunter
Hunter wasn't sure why he was at Jules Cooper's party. He hadn't gone to the dance on account of Mak and Sabrina not wanting to go and it wasn't like he had a date, but he also hated staying at home. Everything was getting darker and scarier with every day that passed and he was beginning to feel like he was barely the shadow of his usual self. Jen had agreed to join him for the party and even drive so he could have a few drinks and he was stupidly grateful - even if it had taken a lot of whining to get his way. She'd wandered off at some point and he couldn't really blame her, he was the worst company tonight. He'd found a spot on the couch, somewhat comforted by the fact he was surrounded by people and yet... not really. He hated being that guy, the sulking-on-the-couch guy, but it was hard to muster any kind of enthusiasm when he was for real being haunted by some monster that could cause him physical injuries in his dreams. At least he thought that was what had happened. After everything that had gone down it just didn't seem as plausible that he'd bruised himself in his sleep.
Sebastian had had a few drinks. Correction. He’d had a few shots. It was enough to shift him into full party mode, which meant he was making his way around the room, talking to anyone and everyone that would listen to him. Half the time he was singing. Most of the time he was dancing. He’d untied his tie and it hung loose around his neck. He’d untucked his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. His crown still sat on his head, but it was no longer straight. A smudge of lipstick stained his left cheek. And he was having the time of his life. Everything was wonderful and great and oh so fuzzy. “Come on, come on, turn the radio on, it’s Saturday and I won’t be long,” he sang, sitting on the arm of the couch. “Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on, it’s Saturday and I won’t be long!” He flopped back on the sofa, belatedly realizing someone was sitting on the other end. “Hiiiiiii,” he smiled at them from upside down. Hunter. That was Hunter, wasn’t it?
Under any normal circumstances Hunter would have loved having the homecoming king suddenly flopped down next to him looking... well, looking like he did on a daily basis, but especially disheveled as he was now. At the moment it just amused him a little, which admittedly was a step up from miserable.
"Hi," he said with a little smirk. He wasn't drunk yet and he wanted to be, still so sober that drunk people felt like they were on the other side of a thick fog and he needed alcohol in him to slip on through. He knew Sebastian enough to know he wasn't one of the assholes to be avoided, but it was hard to get a read on him. Like now, the song he was singing, the way he carried himself, it all pinged Hunter's gaydar in a massive way, but Sebastian's best friend behaved much the same way too, the two of them doing that ridiculous no-homo but also super-homo act that straight boys so often did. At any rate, he had never talked to Hunter before and Hunter fully expected him to get up and go flop down on another couch to say hi to someone else.
“I’m Bastian,” Sebastian said, offering his hand, though realizing it was upside-down and not sure how to fix it. He tried to twist it around, but that just made things all the more awkward, so he rolled a little, which made things worse before he ended up all limbs and legs half on the couch and the floor, but upright once more. “You’re Hunter. Mak’s friend. Jules’ friend? Both? Definitely Mak’s.” He’d seen them from time to time. Because Hunter was pretty. God, was he babbling? He was definitely still moving to the beat. “Did’ya go to the dance?” he asked, pushing his crown back into place. He should take it off, but he was KING tonight. “Do you have a drink? We should get you a drink, like, stat. Everyone should have one.”