Atlas hoped to whatever god out there that he didn't make the wrong choice. Parties had always been a mess for him, since he usually got abandoned and left to sit in a corner until his friends came to tell him it was time to go home. There had been one instance where his friends had left him. It was nice that the host had given him a ride… but that wasn't a memory that he looked on fondly. He offers a tiny smile to Brian before hurrying and getting ready. He purses his lips before putting on an oversized longsleeve shirt with soft pink and blue designs that tucked neatly into some cute white shorts over some fishnets. He slipped on some vans and pinned his hair back. He looks over himself and inhaled quietly. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.
Soon enough, Brian ushered Atlas into the car like some sort of mother before dropping him off at the front, going to park the car. When he entered, he saw that the party was already in full swing, cups of what was probably booze everywhere and two large jugs of… Boozed Bug Juice? Yeah, that's what it said. There were some already filled cups that Atlas could grab as he tried to find a more empty spot- Oh, over by the stairs. There's only one person lounging on them. They had on a short leather dress with fishnets, huge ass shoes, and some comical devil horns poking out of a headband.
Atlas immediately tensed the moment he entered the building alone. Usually he would just cling to someone's side during the party and that would be fine. God he wished he brought his sketch book. He grabbed some booze, sighing quietly as he walks to the stairs. It was emptier then most of the other rooms so it made him feel a little more safe. He slowly settles on the stair above the other, keeping a little bit of a distance. "Erm… Hi." He muttered softly, glancing over the person in front of him.
The person glances up at the new person, taking a sip from their own cup and humming to acknowledge he said something. "Hey." Their response was short and simple, but it showed that they were paying attention. They tapped their fingers on the side of their cup as they waited for either a response or complete silence.
Atlas fidgets a little bit, his eyes curiously scanning over the other before he realized what he was doing and quickly looked away. "S-sorry." He murmured. "Uh.. may I sit here?" He waves to the stair. He didn't want to intrude, but he was at a party where he knew practically no one. He was so small… and he looked visibly tense.
The person just shrugged and motioned the stairs. "Go ahead, it's not like I've laid claim to the kingdom of the stairs. It's free property." They drawled, taking another sip of their drink. "I was just asked to make sure no one went upstairs, the owners don't want throw up in their rooms again. It happened last time."
He giggles softly, nodding a little at the others words. "Okay… I won't go upstairs then…" He hummed and settles down on the stair beside the other. He paused before taking a deep breath. "I- uh. I'm Atlas by the way." He says quietly. He wasn't sure why he was talking. Usually he stayed quiet and glued to someone's side during a party. But Brian was no where to be seen. So of course, he was alone at the party and knew no one. His timid ass was a wreck at this point, but he didn't want to back out. Brian was trying so hard to get him out there.
They smiled, not a full one, but it was a start. "The name's Azzie, local fiend of the stairs and outskirts of parties." There was a sparkle in their eyes, it was very obvious that they were dramatic to the core. They downed the rest of their drink and lounged on the stairs. "What brings you to this party?"
Atlas smiled a little, easing and laughing quietly into his hand at the others words. "A friend of mine has sent me on an adventure to search for the best alcohol in the land, and possibly trying to get me out of my uncrackable shell." He murmured, huddling into his shirt a little but offering a tiny little smile. He loved theater and musicals… as well as anything he could get his hands on. Maybe they could get along… somewhat.
"Ah, a quest," Azzie smile grew wider and they set their drink down on a stair higher up. "I wouldn't look for the best alcohol here, it is very cheap." They motioned toward the dancing people. "Though placebo does work if you're trying to get drunk."
He nods and smiles a little. "Oh! Placebo… I learned about that in psych class. Fascinating really." He hummed, his eyes wandering over the crowd. "Might as well let people have their fun though." He set his cup down and sighed as he placed his head in his arms. "Did you come with friends?" He asks curiously.
"Oh absolutely not," Azzie chuckled. "I was just chilling in the basement for a few days, some dumbasses summoned me." They did some awkward looking jazz hands and pulled another solo cup from behind their back.
He paused for a second, thinking that over before nodding and smiling a little. "The basement, hm?" He teases a little bit. "I summon thee to the confines of my arms. Let there be no promises of tomorrow, only the faint whisper of assurance that you are by my side." He chuckles a little to himself, his eyes shutting as he whispers those words to himself. He tried to remember what book he had read it from, but the title would not come to mind. "
(Is that from actually somewhere???)
(One of my books that I'm working on.)
He paused for a second, thinking that over before nodding and smiling a little. "The basement, hm?" He teases a little bit. "I summon thee to the confines of my arms. Let there be no promises of tomorrow, only the faint whisper of assurance that you are by my side." He chuckles a little to himself, his eyes shutting as he whispers those words to himself. He tried to remember what book he had read it from, but the title would not come to mind. "
"Sorry darling, doesn't work like that I'm afraid." Azzie looked honest to god amused at this little human. "I've never heard that one, so I'll give you props for that." They took another sip of their drink. "I came here by accident, so once this wears off, sure I'm up for contracts."
(Did we decide to make this platonic or romantic, I can't remember for the life of me)
He paused for a moment before glancing at the other. "Sorry- I was quoting a book…" He smiles shyly. "Sometimes I do that… Whenever someone says a key word… it uh… reminds me of something." He shrugged. "Uhm… this sounds off… but uhm… are… are you a demon?" He asks quietly.
(I don't think we ever did-)
(I don't really care either way, I'm just way better at writing romance, for some odd reason.)
(I can just imagine Atlas quietly asking. "For a deal… I just… want a friend? You know. Someone who listens to me and makes me feel worth something. That's all I ask." Because he's a lonely baby that just needs a friends and it slowly blooms into feelings and he's like "oh no-")
(Hahaha, mood, I'll reply in the morning I need to sleep)
