Ari nodded. "Okay." He helped Mitch lay down, sitting down and resting the shorter male's head on his legs. "Lay on your stomach. Maybe that will help." He said gently, stroking the tufts of hair that stuck out from under his hat. He looked at Kyo. "Please just get in the car, Kyo."
Mitch did as he was told, laying on his stomach and nestling his head on Ari’s upper thigh. Tonight had gone horribly wrong. Curse him for suggesting going to the party in the first place. But… but if Mitch had gone alone, and had gotten drugged, who would’ve been there to look out for him as Ari was doing now? He turned his head a little to look at his taller roommate that he was currently resting his head on, mumbling something incoherent but sounded kinda like a thank you.
Ari looked down at him, still stroking a hand over his hair lightly. "You're welcome." He said quietly. "Now, if somebody would get his ass in the damn car, we could leave!" He gave Kyo a significant look.
"One, I can take care of myself. I've lived on my own for ages." Kyo replied, shouldering his bag again. "Two, if any of you try to get me into that car I will bite you." He hissed, face in a snarl. He was not going to deal with this right now.
Ari groaned. "Kyo…why?" He asked slowly. "What's going on? Is there any way I can help? I don't want to leave you here alone. You're my roommate, and i hope my friend, and I care about you." He spoke slowly, quietly.
"I am on the verge of punching anyone that comes near me. A car is super small." Kyo started to list, walking off with a shrug.
"Cars aren't…" Ari trailed off with a groan. "Kyo, you fuck, get back here." He said crabbily. "If a car is too small, should I pick you up on a motorcycle? Is that bigger? Or a van? Or a fucking bus?"
"Fuck you. I can walk. Or better yet, get into the godsdamned ocean and get vaporized." He growled, shoving on his headphones and walking out of sight.
"Kyo!" Ari shouted. "Damn it. Stupid fucker." He muttered under his breath, tearing a hand through his hair. "Callista, let's go." He said, closing the door. "Kyo is being a stubborn fuck. We can come back later."
Callista’s shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh. “Finally,” she grumbled, pulling the car out of the parking spot and onto the road.
Ari buckled, and pulled a buckle over Mitch's body as well, rubbing the other male's shoulders gently. "Stupid fuck." He muttered under his breath.
Mitch’s stomach lurched when the car finally went into motion. He lifted his head a little to look at Ari, but images and hallucinations blurred his vision and he pressed his face back into Ari’s thigh with a small groan. He wanted to just skip the car ride and to automatically be home, even if it was impossible. He’d wanted to fly home, even though also impossible—not only because of people seeing him but also because of his short wingspan that wouldn’t be able to keep him in the air long enough to get home easily.
Ari kept rubbing Mitch's shoulders lightly. He wished there was something he could do for Mitch to help with the drugs, but…he wasn't sure what he could do, or how to do it.
Mitch savored Ari rubbing his shoulders—usually after these kinds of parties, Mitch didn’t get any sort of comfort like this. It was typically just getting drunk, finding a random girl, then having sex. None of it had ever been pleasant for Mitch, except for maybe the getting drunk part. Heck, Mitch looked incredibly sickly -not moving much, slightly pale, a thin layer of sweat on his skin- yet this was still better than having unpleasant sex with a random girl. “Can you rub my-“ Mitch cut himself off before he said the word ‘wings’. That was a big no, but the drugs were messing with his head and making his usually tight leash slack. “Can you keep rubbing my shoulders?” Mitch murmured in attempt to cover up his mistake.
Ari raised an eyebrow slightly at the cutoff, but smiled lightly. "Yeah. How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, still rubbing his shoulders gently. He looked down at Mitch, hoping he was going to be alright. He hadn't drunk much of the drugs, but…he didn't know what type it was. It could be nearly harmless, or it could be…Ari shook his head a little.
Kyo started walking home, taking a detour to the ocean, going to sit on the pier. He crossed his legs to make sure no water got onto his legs as he looked down into the water. No one else was on this part of the beach, which was good for him.
“I’m… okay…” Mitch mumbled, though by now he felt sluggish. He turned his head to look around, but his vision was still murky with changing colors and blurs of objects that weren’t there. Whatever the drug had been… it was either a sick prank that was supposed to mess him up for a couples hours, or… or it had been meant to make him easy to take advantage of. Mitch felt too sick to think about it though.
Ari swallowed slightly. He could tell that Mitch was still sluggish, and his behavior…it matched up with…he closed his eyes. Date rape drug? He hoped not…and who could have done it? Who would have done it? He gently ran his fingers through some strands of Mitch's hair, then went back to rubbing his shoulders.
Mitch closed his eyes and hummed a tiny bit as Ari rubbed his shoulders. “How long until we…. get home…?” He mumbled softly, wishing his could go to his room, lock the door, and stretch out his wings and tail. He still wished he could ask Ari to rub his sensitive and sore wings, but he knew no matter how much he wanted it, he couldn’t let himself have it.
Ari shrugged a little, then looked out the window, looking at the scenery they passed. "Uhm…maybe five minutes?" He replied, looking down at Mitch again, still rubbing his shoulders gently. "I'm not one hundred percent sure."
Mitch pressed his face into Ari’s thigh a little more. “That’s… too long…” He mumbled, wanting to home right now. He felt vulnerable, knowing he’d be too drugged to be able to stop someone if they touched his back and felt his wings. He could really only trust the two people in the car with him, and honestly, he didn’t have a problem with that. Mitch knew they’d keep him safe.
Ari sighed softly, rubbing Mitch's shoulders gently. "I know." He replied softly. A pit of anger that he hadn't thought still existed had opened up inside him again, now directed at whoever had done this to his roommate. To this young man now sprawled on the back bench of the car, miserable.
Mitch breathed in the smell of Ari, trying to focus on that instead of how he was feeling. He savored the feeling of Ari’s hands rubbing his shoulders, the gentle action incredibly comforting. However, a few moments later, unconsciousness dragged Mitch away and he passed out on Ari’s thigh.
Ari smelled faintly of cloves, of various spices. Like a middle Eastern market as it might have been a long time ago. Minus the stink of animal waste and human sweat, of course. He looked down at Mitch, and frowned slightly. Probably almost definitely a rape drug. That anger swirled up again, and his eyes glowed. He sent a blast of power out. Hidden from Callista. He sent it to the party, seeking out whoever had done this. And when he found that person? He let that anger, he let his powers, decide what it would do. He was a Djinn, and Djinn weren't known for their morality.
Back at the party, half the people were drunk by now, the other half either at home and asleep, or sleeping with someone. Two people were on the dance floor. One happened to be the girl who had invited Mitch to the party. She swayed, dancing with her boyfriend—probably the only ones dancing. But not a few seconds later, the girl threw herself away from her boyfriend and began puking on the floor—she had too much alcohol. When she looked up though, she saw her boyfriend on the ground, clutching his head in pain and groaning in anguish. “M-Mark…?” The girl asked, and the guy let out a pained whimper and began throwing up as well. He had been the one to drug Mitch, for some reason.