all that we've amassed {briar}
Jun 25, 2014 22:08:38 GMT -5
Post by lyss on Jun 25, 2014 22:08:38 GMT -5
S E P H T I S R A Z I E L E I G H T E E N D I S T R I C T 5 |  Parties were not a stranger to Sephtis. template by chelseyParties, he had decided, were the birthplace of many, many secrets that would befell teenagers almost past reaping age. Parties were practically holy ground to the boy. It never mattered who was throwing them or if he had even been invited. He never brought moonshine, but he did bring the mere promise of exchange. You keep having your fun as long as you allow me to have some of mine. The parties were always the same. A girl would trip upstairs with a boy that wasn’t her lover; a mom would be caught with a desperate boy; drugs would be unknowingly sneaked into snack foods. Somehow, Sephtis was always at the center of it all. It was almost like he was drawn to trouble, although he never got into any himself. After many years of careful watching, he’d learned how to get himself out of the stickiest of situations and learned the desperation people would feel to get their way out of them. Even though he had gotten well more than acquainted with a ton of girls in the district, most parties, much like the one he decided to attend tonight, did not extend an invitation to him. He of course recognized that having him at a party was much like having an older brother act as chaperone. Always leery, always waiting for his sister to have a slip-up that would bite her in the ass if father were to hear. Of course, a brother would accept a bribe in the form of paper bills than one in the form of intimacy. Nonetheless, seeing Sephtis pouring a drink in the fluorescent lights of a party was much like finding a spider in your shower. It wasn’t going to harm you, and you could surely squash the thing with your fist, but it was bothersome. It’s presence bothered you and it was uncomfortable to have it crawling along the tiles while you were exposed. Because Sephtis always kept his promise of locking up secrets, when he was found out writhing among the mass of sweaty bodies, he was eyed, but not kicked out. Sometimes he was a blessing, for when others found out secrets, they weren’t so merciful. At least his offer, he reasoned, was pleasurable usually. Tonight, the party he was going to was hosted by a girl whose name he’d never even heard of, which was a pleasant surprise. He was always looking for new faces, new secrets, new bodies to drain dry. On the trek to the house, he’d bumped into a girl who’d he’d been leeching off of for several months until she practically went crazy a few weeks back. He tried to smile pleasantly, but her eyes were open wide enough only so she could see the path her feet were taking her. He asked if he could do anything for her to which she replied by spitting in his direction and scuttling away. Sephtis kept walking unfazed, almost laughing a bit. He pushed his dark sunglasses closer to his face as he picked up his speed. Although the sun had set hours ago, he believed sunglasses were an accessory that could be worn at any occasion, and would not dare be spotted at a party without them. The first time he had worn them at a party was by accident, and he hadn’t realized they were still hiding his eyes until a girl told him he looked like an arrogant ass. As a person who could twist insults into compliments, he liked the idea of looking like the high and mighty teens that could afford to host extravaganzas as such and vowed to keep the act running. Now, as he pushed through the small crowd kissing along the walls of the entrance way, he could feel his facade come to life. He eyed the couples as if they were rotting corpses; he spit the punch back up as if he were surprised it had been tainted with alcohol. “Why even bother?” he complained to no single person in particular. “Why not just serve it straight?” He waded his way back to the kitchen through the bodies dancing in a room that hours ago would’ve been a serene family room. He approached a keg balanced awkwardly on top of thick volumes of books and pressed a clean cup against the tap. Once the liquid was almost sloshing over the rim, he backed up and gulped down nearly half of his cup. He cautiously made his way back to the makeshift dance floor, praying he wouldn’t start his night off by spilling his drink over girl’s frilly dresses. Instead, he had made a mess of himself. In an attempt to get to the outer edge of the mass of bodies, he had successfully sloshed drink across his shoes and bottoms of his jeans. Despite the cold feeling in his feet, he noticed there was still a few inches of liquid left in the cup and sighed in relief. As Sephtis raised his cup to rid it of its contents, a body spiraled into his back, pushing him into a girl nearby. His cup crushed between the bodies and the liquid dribbled down his shirt. The guy that ran into him yelled some apologies and he forced himself to mumble back an okay. His concern was the girl he had nearly toppled over in the incident. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, picking up the crumpled cup. “Are you alright? Did I spill any drink on you?” |
