Ecstasy {Kaiser x Lyonel}
Aug 23, 2014 15:12:11 GMT -5
Post by Python on Aug 23, 2014 15:12:11 GMT -5
K A I S E R F R A Y
The thunderous music was making his heart pound like a hammer. Tonight’s “official” Olympic party – organized by the rambunctious athletes, of course – had the richest atmosphere by far. Despite everyone’s dedication to their sporting events the following afternoon, the alcohol was easily attainable and diminishing quickly. Kaiser hadn’t sipped a drop since he had arrived to crash the party, but the temptation was present. What better way to spend the evening than by getting shitfaced with hot careers from other districts?
He decided to put off the drinking; the dance floor was beckoning him, and so were the bodies swaying to the infectious beats.
As he joined the sweat and alcohol-stained fray, his dark eyes scanned for potential partners. He wasn’t just here for medals and glory, after all. Meeting new people was encouraged, and fucking them was his goal. As pitiful as it sounded, Kaiser was addicted to the contact, and an event like this with careers mingling from three different districts was something he had to take full advantage of. Some of the careers back in one could play hard to get, those prideful assholes.
Then again, the One careers here seemed looser, like they no longer dreamt of chastity and dignity. That was good, because who gave a shit about how slutty someone was?
This was the real world, not district one fantasy land.
He decided to put off the drinking; the dance floor was beckoning him, and so were the bodies swaying to the infectious beats.
As he joined the sweat and alcohol-stained fray, his dark eyes scanned for potential partners. He wasn’t just here for medals and glory, after all. Meeting new people was encouraged, and fucking them was his goal. As pitiful as it sounded, Kaiser was addicted to the contact, and an event like this with careers mingling from three different districts was something he had to take full advantage of. Some of the careers back in one could play hard to get, those prideful assholes.
Then again, the One careers here seemed looser, like they no longer dreamt of chastity and dignity. That was good, because who gave a shit about how slutty someone was?
This was the real world, not district one fantasy land.
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