forum And They Were Roommates (4/4)

Started September 27, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ari raised an eyebrow. "One, Kyo…what the fuck. Two, your skin is on your body?" He said slowly, tucking the bag in his pocket.

"Ew no, my pelt if you will." Kyo groaned, taking a sip of his glass which smelled faintly of vodka and tequila. "You humans are weird."

Ari raised both eyebrows. "Kyo…you aren't making any sense. I think we should get you home." He said, frowning a little.

"No. I told myself I would come to this party for the reason only to try and find my fucking pelt." Kyo frowned, swirling his finger through the liquid in his cup.

"Kyo. Nobody knows what you're talking about." Ari said slowly. "How are you this drunk after like…how many drinks have you even had? You said you weren't going to have a drink!"

"I'm not Fae, I can fucking lie" Kyo stuck out his tounge and than blinked. "Unless I am a fae… No, selkies arent far, what am I taking about?"

Callista froze. Selkie? Kyo had to be drunk out of his mind. Or maybe he was more honest while drunk… "You feelin alright buddy?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and laughing lightly.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just have drunken like… I don't know, seven drinks. Anyhow, Callista is going to dricd y'all home."

Mitch curled into Ari, watching Kyo with distrust. He wanted to explain to Ari everything, why he didn’t want to have sex with him, but he couldn’t do it in front of the other two. Especially because Kyo was kinda freaking him out—what was he talking about? Selkie? Mitch had swore he heard of it before, but couldn’t remember from where… “Ari, should we go home?” Mitch whispered, his face filled with worry and discomfort. He didn’t like Kyo talking about skins or pelts or selkies or whatever.

"Well, I'm going home to cry. See you later. " Kyo waved, promptly vanishing into the crowd and walking out the door. No one there had his pelt.

Ari blinked, watching Kyo go. He looked down at Mitch. "I… don't know." He replied slowly. "Kyo, come back here." He ordered, voice firm. "Come back here and explain yourself. Or I'm hanging you upside down by the toes." Creative threats were his favorite thing.

"Do it coward. I'm running on a mixture of alcohol, red bull, and spite." Kyo spit out, throwing his cup into a trash can. He had sobered up already, damn selkies.

Ari grimaced. "Just fucking come back here, Kyo." He snarled. "Or you'll see just how badly this coward can fuck you up." For a moment, his blue eyes almost seemed to glow, then it dissipated.

Mitch inched back up towards the wall, downing the rest of his drink because he didn’t like this, and alcohol always fixed things, right? Right??? “G-Guys, we should go home,” He squeaked, biting his lip as he looked between his two friends. “Maybe you should just sleep it off.”

Callista groaned loudly. The other partygoers were staring at her friends yelling. "I swear to the fucking gods," she grumbled. "Come on, we're leaving." She grabbed Kyo and expected the others to follow behind her as she walked to the car.

Ari nodded, and downed the rest of his drink, then turned to Mitch. "I'm sorry for ruining this. It was your idea." He looked down at his feet for a moment. "I have…a bit of a temper." He gave a wry chuckle.

“I-It’s okay,” Mitch said softly, glancing down at Ari’s hand and wanting to grab it but holding himself back. “C-Can I- When we get back to the apartment, c-can we talk? I- I want to explain myself, about earlier,” Mitch said softly, talking about when he blurted about not wanting to have sex with Ari.

Ari nodded. "No explanation needed, but sure." He replied, giving a rueful smile. He gently, hesitantly, took Mitch's hand, sighing softly.

Mitch blushed a little when Ari grabbed his hand, smiling and cautiously intertwining their fingers together. Bad Mitch. Very, very bad. Don’t forget that this is a one time thing. Mitch finally followed after Callista and Kyo, but pausing to grab just one more drink on the way out too for good measure.

Ari grabbed another drink as well, walking out with Mitch. Damn it. Why couldn't you have just kept your temper in line for once? He reprimanded himself.

“Hey, see ya Shorty!” One girl, the girl who let them in, called sadly, disappointed that they were leaving. Mitch sent an aimless wave goodbye towards the crowd as he walked out the door. He didn’t let go of Ari’s hand at all, even as he walked to the car and opened the back door.

Ari walked beside him, getting in and sliding along the bench. He still hadn't let go of Mitch's hand. He sighed softly, setting his cup in the cupholder and raking his hand through his hair.

Mitch slid in the car and sat in the middle seat so he could lean against Ari’s shoulder and being extra careful to not sit back so he wouldn’t hurt himself—consequentially sitting in a very odd position. He could only hope the Ari wouldn’t notice.

Ari leaned his head against Mitch's, sighing softly. "I'm sorry for ruining the evening." He said softly, closing his eyes.

“You don’t have to be sorry, you didn’t ruin it,” Mitch mumbled, then whispered softly so only Ari could hear, “I don’t I like drunk Kyo anyways,” He attempted a smile, but it faded as he added, “I… I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, with the -er- pelts and stuff.”