drinking because death won't let us

Playing spin the bottle felt like a total throwback, and he’d have said no if he’d had anything better to do. But he’d spent most of his time staring at the ceiling in his bedroom thinking about how if he didn’t distract himself, he was going to start going crazy, or at least become a moody, whiny little bitch about this whole ‘you’re-probably-going-to-die’ thing. That and he might kiss someone hot – most of the girls weren’t half bad to look at, especially when they’d been blasted with a quart of make-up to hide whatever might not’ve been so great to look at.

Plus, they’d plied him with alcohol, and a few shots of tequila later, Arthur was ready to kiss whoever.

When the girl from twelve had taken her turn he’d been half paying attention. Staring at Nylon mostly, who’d already frenched the greasy looking kid from four. It’s why when she leaned forward he’d almost pulled back, but knew that would be rude – so instead he’d closed his eyes and let her lips touch his, soft as they were, before pulling away. It was kind of nice, the sort of kiss that lingered like a drop of sugar on his tongue. Sweet, dissolving just as quickly as it’d come.

“Nice.” He said with a smile. Fucking lit. Looking back at Sinead, in the right light she could be pretty, and if she was from twelve she probably at least was halfway to normal. Did she miss her home? Could they find a spot alone together to talk? Would she put out if he asked her to? He only had a few days left after all. No sense in wasting his time.

He reached forward to give the bottle a spin, and watching it go round and round. When it landed on the kid from two, he crinkled his nose and pursed his lips.

Boys were – fine, if he had to kiss a boy it wasn’t like that was a big deal. He could be grown up and mature about it. And if he and was going to kiss any of them, it probably would’ve been Iden. A nice, strong looking guy he could wrestle around with, you know?

“Come here handsome,” Arthur slurred. He took another swig of the beer next to him and pressed forward.

Hell, if he was going to do this, why not go for it? The last kiss had been a fizzle, after all.

He reached a hand around Iden’s lower back and moved the other behind his head. He moved close so that boy could feel the warmth of his breath. Arthur closed his eyes and tilted his head before pressing his lips against the career's. His hand at the boy’s back pressed him closer while the other ran up through Iden’s hair. He pulled back, soft, and kissed again, this time opening his lips and swirling his tongue, until he pressed to bite the boy’s upper lift softly. He pulled back with a grin.

“You’re welcome,” He offered before pushing back to his spot.