06-16-2019, 05:04 PM
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[color=transparent]thes code
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[abbr=cis-male, 26 y.o, pansexual]★[/abbr]
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[abbr=tigger, vessie, sylvie]★[/abbr]
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[i]If I see only what I believe, reality's bound by what I conceive. Pickin' the scab and watching it bleed
sylvester yoon-minho
The night had been planned, and were fully explained to Vessie in ways that it would stick. He was to be an escort, a chauffeur; he was not to touch a drop of alcohol or any other substances. Due to an incident a couple parties ago, he was also supposed to keep an eye on a specific area that was marked for him. An argument had turned heated and soon grew to being physical, and when one of the people arguing pulled a weapon, the party had been pulled to a stop. So this time, Vessie was one of the couple of people assigned to make sure no fights broke out and everyone just had a grand time.
With the evening seeming to be on the warmer side, Vessie had been forced to shed his heavy sweater and kept it tied around his waist, and while the man styled a simple t-shirt and torn jeans and cutesy Hello Kitty bandages on his arms and knees being his outfit for the night, he shook himself into a stretch-- wincing as the bandaged areas stung. He had been stiff when he had been told to help set up a few tables inside for food and drinks to be put out. But with snacks being set into pretty patterns on trays and plates, Vessie rubbed his belly in anticipation of filling it with all the goodies, but as his mind was being filled with the hopes of munching on yummy foods, his hand was gently pulled on with a soft call of his name.
Looking down, he saw Izabel staring back at him with a gentle smile. She still wore her work clothes, as she usually wore them back home when she planned on washing them. "[b]I decided to come by the party to check in on you before I went back to your place. Your granny asked for some company while you were out." she said as she positioned herself on her toes as Vessie dipped his head and pressed foreheads with hers with a nod. "I won't come home too late, or I'll just crash with someone else if they don't look too well. I have to keep an eye on some of these guys, they're real drinkers." he loudly replied, the building slowly getting a steady stream of people entering the building and the music starting to get played.
With a snort, Izabel shook her head "Geez, I'm lucky I don't know the type." her voice heavy with sarcasm, "Have fun with the party, I'm going to get some bread and head on out before I drown in this sea of people." and with another head press, Vessie watched as Izabel squeezed her way over to the table, grabbed a snack, and began to push her way out of the building.
When the party began to grow, Vessie was surrounded with his designated group, a couple of girls that were loudly chattering with a few of the boys that tried to get Vessie to build them up more than they were. Instead of making them look like a big deal, he teased that they were just babies that cried for their mommies when they got scared. Feeding off the conversation, Vessie hooked his arm around of the guy's neck and pulled him close, laughing loudly, "But in reality, this guy can kick ass as good as fast as he can run." he said, pushing him away "Kid has some legs on him!"
Continuously looking up and about, he would see a few familiar faces that he grew up to either respect or fear. Papa Martin was somewhere in the floors upstairs, talking with people he saw as important. Roberto was outside helping cook some food and Uncle Ed had stayed home with his family, claiming that these parties were too loud for him and he rather watch cheesy kids movies all night instead. But in the sea of familiar faces, he managed to catch a face that he wasn't used to.
Slowly making his way through the narrow gaps that were being made as he walked through, ignoring a few greetings but pausing to greet a few people with brief head bumps, mind still too distracted to engage in any conversation with friends. Gaze still fixed on the figure that made its way through the groups of people that were bunched together, lost in their own little world of talk. Cocking his head to one side to the other, he kept staring at it and until he was just a few feet from them, did his face light up.
The dancer was here!
With the evening seeming to be on the warmer side, Vessie had been forced to shed his heavy sweater and kept it tied around his waist, and while the man styled a simple t-shirt and torn jeans and cutesy Hello Kitty bandages on his arms and knees being his outfit for the night, he shook himself into a stretch-- wincing as the bandaged areas stung. He had been stiff when he had been told to help set up a few tables inside for food and drinks to be put out. But with snacks being set into pretty patterns on trays and plates, Vessie rubbed his belly in anticipation of filling it with all the goodies, but as his mind was being filled with the hopes of munching on yummy foods, his hand was gently pulled on with a soft call of his name.
Looking down, he saw Izabel staring back at him with a gentle smile. She still wore her work clothes, as she usually wore them back home when she planned on washing them. "[b]I decided to come by the party to check in on you before I went back to your place. Your granny asked for some company while you were out." she said as she positioned herself on her toes as Vessie dipped his head and pressed foreheads with hers with a nod. "I won't come home too late, or I'll just crash with someone else if they don't look too well. I have to keep an eye on some of these guys, they're real drinkers." he loudly replied, the building slowly getting a steady stream of people entering the building and the music starting to get played.
With a snort, Izabel shook her head "Geez, I'm lucky I don't know the type." her voice heavy with sarcasm, "Have fun with the party, I'm going to get some bread and head on out before I drown in this sea of people." and with another head press, Vessie watched as Izabel squeezed her way over to the table, grabbed a snack, and began to push her way out of the building.
When the party began to grow, Vessie was surrounded with his designated group, a couple of girls that were loudly chattering with a few of the boys that tried to get Vessie to build them up more than they were. Instead of making them look like a big deal, he teased that they were just babies that cried for their mommies when they got scared. Feeding off the conversation, Vessie hooked his arm around of the guy's neck and pulled him close, laughing loudly, "But in reality, this guy can kick ass as good as fast as he can run." he said, pushing him away "Kid has some legs on him!"
Continuously looking up and about, he would see a few familiar faces that he grew up to either respect or fear. Papa Martin was somewhere in the floors upstairs, talking with people he saw as important. Roberto was outside helping cook some food and Uncle Ed had stayed home with his family, claiming that these parties were too loud for him and he rather watch cheesy kids movies all night instead. But in the sea of familiar faces, he managed to catch a face that he wasn't used to.
Slowly making his way through the narrow gaps that were being made as he walked through, ignoring a few greetings but pausing to greet a few people with brief head bumps, mind still too distracted to engage in any conversation with friends. Gaze still fixed on the figure that made its way through the groups of people that were bunched together, lost in their own little world of talk. Cocking his head to one side to the other, he kept staring at it and until he was just a few feet from them, did his face light up.
The dancer was here!