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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 2:17:39 GMT
Zeke smiled through the fluorescent lights. Either Kit was enjoying the dancing or too drunk to resist, chances were he was too drunk but Zeke didn't want to believe this. Somehow hands had gotten involved, how he never knew. The alcohol maybe took him over, or maybe it was the music but he wasn't himself, not completely at least. Zeke was in party mode enjoying just the pure energy of the situation.
Things were heating up; the dance music was flowing freely in a nonstop stream as he could feel himself tiring he'd need to step out sooner or later.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 2:28:23 GMT
He smiled, blinking and opening his eyes wide as he took a step back, the world coming into focus in parts and into a grim grey colour at others. He put his hand to his head, putting his other hand up to Zeke to let him know that he was going back to the table, since it was almost impossible to hear a word when they were so close to the speakers.
Without seeing if Zeke was following, he moved back to the table with odd looking drinks, giving them each a look of slight disgust. Now, he had a choice; continue to drink, and put off the sick feeling until he was tightly tucked in bed, or stop drinking and recover far faster. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes slightly to try and stop the room from spinning as he tried to make his decision.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 2:36:19 GMT
Like that Zeke was put into focus. The music washed over him and the boy he was dancing with was gone. Zeke blinked once turning around to see him rushing to the table. He first thought was that he had a bit too much alcohol and the movement and music just made him sick. Zeke was quick to follow worried. However walking out of the pulsing dome reality hit and he became dizzy and sick.
He coughed a few times before walking up to the table looking for some water finding none. He blinked a few time deciding something cold might help him, even if it was alcohol. He picked out a chilly orange drink taking a sip almost hurling it back. It tasted revolting and salty. He put it down turning to Kit who looked like a mess. "Hey you okay? Want me to get you some water or something?" He asked poised to walk over to the counter. He did however signal for two waters.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 2:44:57 GMT
He smiled up to him, his hand rubbing against his temples as he tried to focus his mind. The world swayed in and out of focus, making him prefer when the world was just a drunken haze. "Please," he mouthed, nodding slightly. He was embarrassed, sick and nervous, not to mention he still didn't feel in control quite yet. But he was glad of the company, which slightly surprised him since he usually just wanted to be kept alone to wallow in his self-pity when he was that drunk.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 2:50:10 GMT
Zeke had a look of concern plastered on his face as two glasses of water had shown up on the counter. He walked over noticing they had ice this time. He walked back over placing the cold glass in front of Kit. "Here ya go." He said with a small smile as he began to gulp his own down. It woke him up bringing the world into a better focus however he knew this was only a short-term effect the alcohol wouldn't stop.
"Wow, guess you couldn't handle all that alcohol." He said with a small grin crunching some of the ice as he placed the glass down sitting next to Kit. The dance floor still had lights flashing; the area they were in was slightly cooler due to the fact the door was nearby. "You okay then?" He said touching his shoulder in a reassuring way.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 3:03:48 GMT
He took the glass in his hands, feeling himself slipping back into the world of alcohol as his eyes refused to focus on the glass before him, Zeke's words fading into a blur mixed with the booming music. He blinked, the world finally coming into a dark sense of reality, as he lifted the cold drink to his lips, taking a drink and resting his head against the cool glass. "I'm fine," he said, offering him a meak smile, wondering why he was suddenly crashing so quickly.
He suspected that the Medusa was the cause of his problems. The loud noise, the fact that you couldn't take two steps without walking into someone, the smell and the sickly sweet drink. "Thanks...." he said to Zeke softly, realising just how concerned he was and not wanting him to worry. "You really don't have to look after me, though."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 3:23:12 GMT
He smiled through worry. Watching Kit crash so quickly. Zeke couldn't shake the concern, it wasn't like him but something about Kit made him this way. He smiled meekly "Actually I should stay here with you, I did kind of influence you to drink the alcohol so this is partially my fault." He was merely making an excuse to stay with him.
"Anyways, Crys told me to watch you didn't she?" He said with a small grin. He leaned back in his chair. "If you're not feeling too good we can blow this popsicle stand." He said turning to look at him. "I don't mind leaving I'm feeling a little sick too." Zeke grinned sheepishly.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 3:27:13 GMT
He looked around himself, at the garish lights and the loud music, and nodded certainly. As much as he didn't want to drag Zeke away, he really just wanted to get out of this place. It was the sort which you could only stand with a few drinks, in Kit's opinion, and he was quickly regaining sobriety. "Yeah, I could do with some fresh air." he said, offering a thankful smile to Zeke as he stood up slowly, taking a moment to find if he was alright on his feet or not, and deciding that he was stable enough to walk quite well, he started towards the door.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 3:49:24 GMT
Zeke stood up alongside Kit in case maybe the alcohol impaired his walking his hand was close around his waist just in case. The two walked outside the frigid air waking him up. The Medusa had so conveniently set up a few benches outside along with a railing or two. It was built on a slight hill allowing for one to be able to lean over the railing to see the pavements a few feet below.
Zeke walked up to the railing leaning over turning back to look over at Kit as he gave a small smile.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 3:57:01 GMT
Kit looked down, feeling the cold metal in his hands as the only thing he could actually feel that was real in this strange world. He leaned forwards, resting all of his weight on his arms that were on the railing, turning his gaze up to the night sky, waiting for the cold of the night to finally hit him. It would take a while, he knew. Everything still felt like it was covered in a thick layer of cotton wool.
His eye caught Zeke's, smiling and looking away embarrassed as he realised that he had been looking at him, probably concerned. "I'm fine," he repeated, sounding a little more convincing this time, offering him a comforting smile. "Sorry if I'm kind of ruining your night..."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 4:01:52 GMT
Zeke could feel that the two were beginning to sober up. "Well if you say so..." He said quietly looking down at the pavement seeing a few people pass by, mostly groups of younger teens laughing and gossiping, or groups of girls wearing virtually nothing in this cold. "You didn't ruin my night, I'm glad I met you..." Zeke said with a smile turning to him.
He turned back to look at the velvety black sky. "So then do you have a girlfriend?" He said out of nowhere, more of a question to make conversation rather than something else. The cold began nipping at his nose. Luckily he'd brought a jacket.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 4:07:40 GMT
He smiled at the compliment, looking down at his hands as he tried to get the numb feeling out of them, "Yeah, not too bad meeting you either, man," he said, looking down at the big groups of people, wondering if Crys had managed to find herself a similar group for the night or not.
He turned around, leaning his back against the railing instead as he listened to the question with interest. "Nah, not yet. Just... looking for the one, I suppose," he said, the sentence sounding like a bitter lie in his own ears. 'The one' didn't exist, at least in Kit's world and the world he had been brought up with. He had watched the strongest of loves crumble and fall apart, not one relationship managing to last while he was near it. He had little hope for finding a love for himself, and almost feared finding someone special. He had watched people getting hurt far too many times from the foolish concept of 'love'.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 4:50:45 GMT
Zeke smiled gently turning around and lifting himself up to sit on the rail. His behind began to freeze up quickly. "Heh...you and me both." He said quietly. In all truth love really never existed for him just lots of flings, the only love he knew was brotherly. Not to say he hasn't kissed someone, but a full-blown kiss with love? Never. "I don't know it's hard to find the right kind of person...I tried flings, but those don't work." He said quietly.
"I guess now I'm just looking for the real thing, but then again everyone says that nowadays so what’s one more person like me to say it. Like it means anything anyways." He said laughing a bit. "I guess it' doesn't exist but I'd like to believe it does." Zeke said giving a sigh. "But who knows maybe I'll never find the right person." He said looking at the pavement.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 21:32:53 GMT
Kit sighed, feeling a little too disorientated to have such a deep conversation, but for some reason it was always at this stage of a night that he would do things like this. "I have no doubt it exists," he said with a shrug, looking down at his fingernails as they tapped the metal bars lightly, making a chiming sound that was barely heard over Medusa's muffled music. "But I don't think its like the fairytale everyone thinks," he said, barely looking at Zeke. It was much easier to talk if he didn't feel like he was actually talking to someone, particularly a near-stranger. "The right people exist, not just one person. Ready to jump in when the last 'right person' breaks your heart..." he said, his voice grim and grating.
He flicked his eyes back up to Zeke, finding a smile creeping across his face as he turned away, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, I can be a major killjoy sometimes. Blame the alcohol, that's what I do," he said, his voice lighter and higher, as he pulled his body up straighter, determined to stop himself from dragging down the conversation further.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 22:18:27 GMT
Zeke listened quietly as the noises from inside the building reached his ears. He tapped his hands against the railing in an attempt to keep himself busy. "No you’re not a downer." He said giving a small laugh and smile. "Just realistic." Zeke said. "You're probably right it's just a lot of people don't want to think that but you, you're not afraid to admit and accept it I guess." He said sliding down from the railing.
He sighed deeply looking up toward the dark sky. Not many stars were visible due to the light pollution. The moon however was fairly bright. Zeke pushed his hair back leaning against the rail feeling a bit sleepy. A yawn escaped his lips. It was quiet but it wasn't an awkward silence or anything like that.
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