Just Let Me Liberate You // [Argo/Kellan]
Oct 29, 2013 15:03:54 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Oct 29, 2013 15:03:54 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/justify]They had tried hotboxing the living room first, but even with the sliding doors shut, the room was just too big. That was typical of this part of District One; all the lineaged Careers lived in identical mansions, where the rooms were too big and the hearts too small. It was perfectly comfortable for Argonite, who had immediately made himself at home. Somewhere his jacket and shoes lay strewn, to be collected by the resident Avox. He'd brought along his own contribution to the party, still tucked safely inside of his vest. No need to compete with whoever was providing the smoke and the roof. He wasn't entirely sure whose party it was, but it didn't matter. He treated every person he encountered as the host, bantering politely and then moving on to the next guest.
His smile on full wattage, Argonite followed a group of revelers down to the basement, which surely would be air tight enough to produce the desired effect. He laughed and nodded. What difference was life, high or not? He felt the greatest thrill just being around so many people. If he could bottle the feeling, he'd be famoussince he was already certainly rich. The party had a more intimate vibe below ground, some twenty people filling up the leather and suede room. Two couches, a pool table, boxing gloves and an oversized dart board that he suspected could double as a short bow and arrow target. A Careers house, through and through.
He was immediately sucked into a conversation with a boy about his age, dark hair and quick eyes, nerves exposed in his braying laugh. Argonite didn't particularly care for Mustang Galvez, but he didn't appear to know anyone else, and so he tolerated his presence. They sat on the cool black leather couch, with Argonite barely needing to nod to keep the other boy talking. It was finally time. He reached into his vest and drew out the sleek stainless steel flask. Honey wafted out of it as he unscrewed the cap. "Drambuie?" He offered, and Mustang recoiled. Argonite laughed - not his usual polite laugh, but a true laugh from his belly - and took a long pull. He hadn't come to the party just to socialize, and it seemed that Mustang wasn't quite up for the shenanigans Argonite had planned for the night.
"Keep my seat warm, kid," he said with a wink, stretching to his feet. It was only then that he recognized the shock of blonde hair, the trim build of his - his what? Friend? No. No one would say that Kellan Fray was a friend. Not even the eminently amiable Argonite Shore. But he was more than an acquaintance, and not at all an enemy, although people often pitted Kellan against Argo's brothers. That just wasn't his game. He wasn't the King of the Castle, tasked with protecting the virginity of his sisters. He had no interest in keeping them locked in a tower, any more so than he wanted to be stuck defended such a place. If they all fell for the same guy, well then there was proof in genetic imperative, that was all.
He took another swig for good measure, and then sidled up to Kellan. He held out the flask as a peace offering. "Sorry to say but I think you picked the wrong party tonight. My sisters decided to hit up the Moreno rave." Which was probably true, although he hadn't seen any of them around to ask. Ever since Opal had won, they had scattered. She had her own place now, and it was certainly less crowded than the Shore home. Or perhaps he just wasn't paying as much attention as he once had. As long as Pyrite wasn't under foot, he could manage. He made a mental note to visit Opal, just as soon as he was sober enough to do so, and jiggled the flask. "Better here. You ever had Drambuie? Shit'll knock you on your ass, but it tastes like honey all the way down."
