Mathias straightened a little and glanced at Sadiq from his position over the sink counter, razorblade paused in the air awkwardly. “Oh, ya just want a bump? Well, shit, just use my keys or something.” He dug around in his pocket and tossed his keys at Sadiq, then handed the bag over with a muttered “Be careful with that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sadiq rolled his eyes.
“There’s not much,” Francis frowned.
Sadiq paused in getting the perfect amount on the end of the key and scowled at Francis, raising an eyebrow. “How much ya need? A line’ll do ya fine for most of the evenin’ if ya start drinkin’. I’m just gonna do a bump here and there, myself.”
“My dealer would shoot my balls off if we called her now,” Mathias interrupted. “This is what we have for the night, so suck it up,” he smirked, and Sadiq laughed at the terrible pun while Francis just rolled his eyes. “You take the honors,” Mathias grinned to Francis.
“Ohh I like this part - always so classy, this bastard,” Sadiq said with a sneer, then inhaled his bit from the end of the key. Francis pulled out his wallet and rolled up a hundred dollar bill - “Whoa, forgot you do coke like a baller,” Mathias laughed.
---
Alfred and Antonio brought Alfred’s computer from the living room to the kitchen and began playing dance music from the house’s shared iTunes playlist, as well as YouTube when songs they wanted to hear weren’t available.
They’d begun dancing around to Girl Talk (a mutual favorite) when Ludwig came in, looked at the computer on the counter, and moved it to a safer location - a T.V. tray nestled in a sheltered corner of the room. The two of them tried to get him to dance, but he just shook his head and vanished before returning with better, louder computer speakers for them.
As people made the trip to the kitchen for more drinks, it slowly became more crowded. Nils and Roderich paused to watch, Feli, Anja, and Feliks stayed to dance, and Matthew and Jens just tried to make it in and out as quickly as possible. Arthur walked in, smirked, and shoved the kitchen table and chairs against a wall with a loud screech to make more room.
Gilbert came in during the middle of this, immediately let out a whoop, cracked open his rum, and dashed to the computer to put on “Fuck the Pain Away.” Someone turned the volume up, and the noise drew in Tina and Eliza from the living room.
The lights were turned off and a weird flashing kid’s toy was set up for impromptu dance lighting - drinks were spilled all over the linoleum, moving bodies were making the room increasingly warm, the floor was becoming slippery and disgusting, but no one seemed to care.
---
This was the fourth beer Alonzo had given him in an hour. Jens looked up at him from his seat on the couch. “Okay, what do you want?” he frowned.
“What?”
“You’re trying to get me drunk,” he replied, deadpan. “What is it that you want me to do?”
Alonzo smirked. Well. That didn’t bode well. “I’d like a guarantee that I’ll get at least one good picture at midnight, seeing as we’re not out at any bars...”
Jens sighed. “And?”
“I’ll even pay you, if you want...” Alonzo started.
A deeper frown. “Tell me the plan, then.”
---
The kitchen dance party was in full swing when Sadiq sauntered in, saw Antonio, and pounced on him while shouting his name loud enough to be heard over the music. Antonio twisted to see who was slung over his back and let out an odd happy sound when he saw it was Sadiq.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Sadiq laughed into Antonio’s ear. “This song is - Jesus, how old is this song?”
“Hey, I picked it out,” Antonio smiled. “Doesn’t matter if it’s old, it’s good for dancing.”
“Eh, guess you’re right, ya happy bastard,” Sadiq barked, and the two began dancing together to “Take Me Out.”
“Where’s Francis?” Antonio asked between songs, flushed and excited. “He vanished with you.”
“Who knows, that guy,” Sadiq grinned, then scowled. “Another old-ass song? Oiy.” He continued dancing anyway. “But yeah, prob’ly got distracted on the way here - he’s a little coked out.”
Antonio frowned at this and slowed a little. “He was doing coke?”
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“Yeah, yeah,” Sadiq rolled his eyes.
“There’s not much,” Francis frowned.
Sadiq paused in getting the perfect amount on the end of the key and scowled at Francis, raising an eyebrow. “How much ya need? A line’ll do ya fine for most of the evenin’ if ya start drinkin’. I’m just gonna do a bump here and there, myself.”
“My dealer would shoot my balls off if we called her now,” Mathias interrupted. “This is what we have for the night, so suck it up,” he smirked, and Sadiq laughed at the terrible pun while Francis just rolled his eyes. “You take the honors,” Mathias grinned to Francis.
“Ohh I like this part - always so classy, this bastard,” Sadiq said with a sneer, then inhaled his bit from the end of the key. Francis pulled out his wallet and rolled up a hundred dollar bill - “Whoa, forgot you do coke like a baller,” Mathias laughed.
---
Alfred and Antonio brought Alfred’s computer from the living room to the kitchen and began playing dance music from the house’s shared iTunes playlist, as well as YouTube when songs they wanted to hear weren’t available.
They’d begun dancing around to Girl Talk (a mutual favorite) when Ludwig came in, looked at the computer on the counter, and moved it to a safer location - a T.V. tray nestled in a sheltered corner of the room. The two of them tried to get him to dance, but he just shook his head and vanished before returning with better, louder computer speakers for them.
As people made the trip to the kitchen for more drinks, it slowly became more crowded. Nils and Roderich paused to watch, Feli, Anja, and Feliks stayed to dance, and Matthew and Jens just tried to make it in and out as quickly as possible. Arthur walked in, smirked, and shoved the kitchen table and chairs against a wall with a loud screech to make more room.
Gilbert came in during the middle of this, immediately let out a whoop, cracked open his rum, and dashed to the computer to put on “Fuck the Pain Away.” Someone turned the volume up, and the noise drew in Tina and Eliza from the living room.
The lights were turned off and a weird flashing kid’s toy was set up for impromptu dance lighting - drinks were spilled all over the linoleum, moving bodies were making the room increasingly warm, the floor was becoming slippery and disgusting, but no one seemed to care.
---
This was the fourth beer Alonzo had given him in an hour. Jens looked up at him from his seat on the couch. “Okay, what do you want?” he frowned.
“What?”
“You’re trying to get me drunk,” he replied, deadpan. “What is it that you want me to do?”
Alonzo smirked. Well. That didn’t bode well. “I’d like a guarantee that I’ll get at least one good picture at midnight, seeing as we’re not out at any bars...”
Jens sighed. “And?”
“I’ll even pay you, if you want...” Alonzo started.
A deeper frown. “Tell me the plan, then.”
---
The kitchen dance party was in full swing when Sadiq sauntered in, saw Antonio, and pounced on him while shouting his name loud enough to be heard over the music. Antonio twisted to see who was slung over his back and let out an odd happy sound when he saw it was Sadiq.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Sadiq laughed into Antonio’s ear. “This song is - Jesus, how old is this song?”
“Hey, I picked it out,” Antonio smiled. “Doesn’t matter if it’s old, it’s good for dancing.”
“Eh, guess you’re right, ya happy bastard,” Sadiq barked, and the two began dancing together to “Take Me Out.”
“Where’s Francis?” Antonio asked between songs, flushed and excited. “He vanished with you.”
“Who knows, that guy,” Sadiq grinned, then scowled. “Another old-ass song? Oiy.” He continued dancing anyway. “But yeah, prob’ly got distracted on the way here - he’s a little coked out.”
Antonio frowned at this and slowed a little. “He was doing coke?”
“Eh? Yeah, with me an’ Mathias - what about it?”