Just Let Me Liberate You // [Argo/Kellan]

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Just Let Me Liberate You // [Argo/Kellan] Oct 29, 2013 15:03:54 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Oct 29, 2013 15:03:54 GMT -5

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 famous ~~since 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."

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Just Let Me Liberate You // [Argo/Kellan] Oct 29, 2013 20:58:28 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 29, 2013 20:58:28 GMT -5

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kellan fray

I wanna be drunk when I wake up
on the right side of the wrong bed
and never an excuse I made up
tell you the truth

Sometimes Kellan caught himself in a moment of weakness. Just for the shortest sliver of time he found himself asking questions about his actions, if they were the right choices for his future, and it actually terrified him that the answer was almost always no. Then again, should he have been surprised? It seemed he had fallen into a routine of training like he always had during the week, pushing himself to the physical limit, and then on weekends, time he used to take to get in extra hours of practice, he now spent drunk off his ass and waking up next to beautiful unknown faces. He used to think it was the girls that were being taken advantage of, but now he wasn't so sure.

Whatever. He told himself, wiping his train of thought clear off the tracks of his mind as he climbed the steps. If it were that bad I would stop. Maybe he really would, but the chances didn't seem very promising as the music that sounded on the other side of the large wooden door made his heart begin to pound with excitement inside his chest. Odd. At times he forgot he even had a heart.

He might have been a bit of a wild card, but Kellan prided himself on the fact that, other than drinking, he rarely did anything harmful to his body. He couldn't remember how many times he had been offered drugs to enhance his strength, how many times he'd been offered drugs that would take him away from the world, to a place where everything seemed okay, if only for a bit of time before the high wore off, and every time he said no. No fucking way was he taking the chance of getting addicted to that shit, not when his time to be in the games was right around the corner.

Not a chance in hell.

It seemed ironic, him being so hardheaded when it came to things like drugs while walking into a room full of drunk teenagers, but he only nodded to all those that shouted slurred greetings to him, and even hugged a few of the girls that wrapped themselves around his tall frame back for a moment. There was a slight scent of something vaguely familiar. Something that he had watched people eat themselves out of house and home for, and sleep their lives away, and laugh at literally everything they witnessed, but only slight traces of it, so he guessed the owner of it had long stashed it away in their pocket and disappeared among the large crowd of people that held random conversations throughout the large home.

When he first saw the boy, he had to stifle a laugh. Dark hair, friendly eyes that held secrets like it was their job, and the body of a career decided he was a Shore even before his eyes fully registered which one of them it was. Argonite. Either he didn't know I had slept with more than a few of his sisters, or he didn't care as he waved at me. "Sorry to say you picked the wrong party tonight. My sisters decided to hit up the Moreno rave." So it was the latter. Kellan found a strange sense of satisfaction that Argonite wasn't some kind of douche about it like others would be- those girl were all adult enough to make their own choices. More than once, he ended up busting a lip, or even breaking a limb when unwanted company interrupted, trying to decide how someone else needed to live their life. Pathetic, really.

He offered the blonde career a drink that oddly enough, he had never heard of. How could he say no? He gave a quiet huff of laughter, and walked over to him. He was tall, only about an inch or so shorter than Kellan. Argo's arms were toned, more so than his, and they both held the same confidence. "I think you've just become my best friend, Shore." He said, accepting the flask and turning it into the air. A sickly smooth substance slid out of it, and just like the boy had promised, it had a faint taste of honey. His eyes widened to the other boy. "Shit! not half bad!" He declared with a smile.

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