Henry Walker ❅ Billy Kaplan (witchnotwarlock) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-08-12 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | clayton quimby, henry walker |
Kissing. Wait, no, I mean kissing. Yeah. Kissing.
Who: Clay Quimby and Henry Walker
What: Getting to know each other a little bit better.
Where: The Quimby family home
When: Backdated to Sunday, August 3rd, late night
Rating: PG-13
In hindsight, maybe this hadn't been the best of ideas. But it was his birthday weekend, and he'd wanted to just... experience things. Things he would never have a chance to do back home. Everyone knew everyone, where they lived, and what would happen if someone saw him in a place that was like... this? He might have only a month or so left of being home, but he would be back for all the holiday things, and just. Just no. But he also had the helpful buffer zone of having Zane there. So, when they were at the gay bar he took him to, he was nervous. But you can drink at 18, so having that liquid courage helped. Henry wasn't sure if he would find someone to hook up, or if he even had a chance and ability to pick someone up. But he did have two guys come over to him and asked him if he wanted to dance, or if they could buy him a drink. Henry had pointed to Zane and said he was with him, because that deer in the headlights feeling came over him, then.
The more he drank, the more drunk he felt. The nerves calmed down a little, the bar became just a little hazy, but it also felt good. He felt like having fun, and he was having fun. The music was nice, but any time a guy started coming his way, he still freaked out a little. But the one thing that Zane should have done, before coming here with him, was taking his cell phone. He was texting people the more he had to drink; well, actually, he was texting one person in particular. His best friend's brother. They'd texted a little bit before, both getting used to the whole getting to know each other thing. Because they had each other's boyfriends/fiances, whatever they were, in their heads.
So. So. Henry texted him. He texted him a lot, late at night. 'hi' 'nice night' 'at this place with good music' 'I liked it' 'yoda took me to this bar' 'for my birday' 'peoplec an be nicee' 'coool' 'ant to say hi' 'idwecasneeieadher' 'ngtheway' 'ilike yiores neys'. The texts just got worse from there, and he told Zane he needed to go the bathroom, weaving his way to it, but accidentally using the door that went out to the alley. And then suddenly he was gone in a flash of light; the next thing he knew, he was in a semi-familiar room. But definitely not his own room, or any of his friend's rooms, but it looked similar to a room that he had seen at some point. He looked around.
"Whoa."