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mitsubishievo) wrote2016-05-10 02:41 pm
mitsubishievo) wrote2016-05-10 02:41 pm
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I wanted it, I wanted it so bad [July 4; Poison and Jack]
They went back to Jack's. It was closer than Poison's, didn't carry the strangeness of shared spaces that Kavinsky's did. So it was Jack's and that was that, once they'd worked out that it was happening, that this wasn't just some strange, fumbling tease slightly away from the bonfire. Kavinsky was glad for the cocktail of drugs pulsing in his system from the substance party, the dampened edges it gave him as they crossed the ground floor for the elevator.
In the elevator, he carefully sandwiched Jack between himself and Poison. That was maybe unfair since Jack was the tallest of the three of them. But he was also the least experienced with drugs, as far as Kavinsky knew, and sort of the driving force of all this. Kavinsky could appreciate all the aesthetics of Poison's face and body--it was all very nice, and he certainly wasn't say no to any of that, but--well, there wasn't really a but there, either. He just figured he shouldn't ought to impose himself in the middle of them, unless he was invited to.
He supposed he was, in a way. Otherwise they wouldn't be going back to Jack's apartment. Kavinsky double checked his phone, just to make sure he hadn't imagined that Newt had told him this was alright. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Jack, at Poison. His stomach swooped.
He was so screwed.
In the elevator, he carefully sandwiched Jack between himself and Poison. That was maybe unfair since Jack was the tallest of the three of them. But he was also the least experienced with drugs, as far as Kavinsky knew, and sort of the driving force of all this. Kavinsky could appreciate all the aesthetics of Poison's face and body--it was all very nice, and he certainly wasn't say no to any of that, but--well, there wasn't really a but there, either. He just figured he shouldn't ought to impose himself in the middle of them, unless he was invited to.
He supposed he was, in a way. Otherwise they wouldn't be going back to Jack's apartment. Kavinsky double checked his phone, just to make sure he hadn't imagined that Newt had told him this was alright. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Jack, at Poison. His stomach swooped.
He was so screwed.