Kevin the Bored
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53 Don't Do Drugs
🕑 Added 2023-05-14 08:53:04 +0000 UTCNaturally, I am not simply going to walk up to the mystery cape, that'd be boring.
Not to mention, I don't want to just ditch Claire if I can help it. Not because I'm nice or anything, it would just feel like cheating.
No, it would be more fun if I manage to keep Claire around. Plus, she is kinda cute, so I don't really mind.
That just leaves the question of π©π°πΈ.
Then again, I don't think it'll be too hard. Claire doesn't exactly seem the most... decisive, shall we say for lack of a better word.
Turning my focus back to the woman in question, I flash her a smile, even as I start sorting through all the wallets in my pockets, taking out the cash and subtly throwing the wallets on the floor.
"So, you don't like dancing. Then why don't we find some other way to have fun while your friends enjoy themselves?"
I am thankful that the music is at least slightly less blasting at the edges of the room where the booths are, so while I still have to speak louder than my normal talking volume, at least I don't have to shout anymore.
"Yeah? What do you have in mind?" She raises an eyebrow to go with her question and I give a wolfish grin in response.
"I was thinking we could introduce ourselves to the fine partygoers over there", I nod my head in the direction of the cape and the dozen or so other people around her, "and introduce ourselves, maybe get ourselves a little pick-me-up."
She follows the tilt of my head, noticing the same group that is clearly on one hell of a bender and I pretend not to notice her sudden discomfort in favour of wriggling my eyebrows at her instead, keeping my grin firmly on my face.
"Uhh, I don't know about that. I've never done, you know, before." She waves her arms around as if trying to mime the word 'drugs' instead of just saying it.
With a shake of my head, I slide across the booth until I am sitting next to her.
Turning, I fold one of my legs up on the seat so that I can fully face her and I lean close, close enough that my lips brush against her ears so that she can properly hear my sensual whispers.
"Come now~ even if we're just playing pretend, I'd still like to show you a good time.~"
Moving even closer I push my body against hers and slowly and lightly trail one of my fingernails up her stomach making her breath hitch and blood flow to her cheeks as I keep whispering to her like the devils temptation.
"It's not like we'll be doing anything hard, just some light stuff. Don't you want to enjoy yourself?~ It'll be fun~ all you have to do is let loose a little~ we're already here, might as well make it a night to remember.~"
The hand that was trailing over her body rises to her face, gently tilting it until we are facing each other.
Her breath is ragged and her eyes are cloudy as she loses herself in the moment and I deliver the final blow by bringing my lips just to the edge of her own, barely brushing them.
"What do you say?~" When my breathy whisper makes her shudder I know that I've got her.
"F-fine. But I'm not doing like, heroin or anything like that." She says, looking down and away slightly out of embarrassment.
With her acquiescence, I move back, giving her some space to calm down as I flag down one of the workers and order a pair of shots for everyone at the capes table, as well as a pair for Claire and I.
I also pre-emptively pay for it with what is probably a very generous tip, since I just grabbed a handful of twenties to hand over.
It's not like it's my money anyway, so I have no problem blowing it all.
I still have plenty left over from whatever her name was. Wait did I even get her name?
Eh, who cares.
I wait until I see a server approaching the table with two trays full of shots before I make my way over, dragging Claire with me by her hand.
There are eight of them and a quick assessment of their group dynamic tells me that the cape is very much the odd one out.
For one, she looks way too young to be allowed in here, something I am only noticing now that I can get a good look at her face.
I'd peg her for fifteen or so.
But with how recklessly she is consuming, both alcohol and drugs, it's clear that there is something going on in her life that probably sucks, but I'm not a therapist, so I don't care.
I get the distinct feeling that the others are only even hanging around her because she is paying for things, because they are mostly just ignoring her while she makes one hell of an effort shunt her brain into a different reality.
Bursting up to them, I greet them with a cheerful, if slightly naΓ―ve smile.
"Hey there! My name's Eve and this is Claire, we come bearing gifts!" I exclaim while gesturing to the server that arrives at that moment.
A cheer goes up from the table at the sight of free booze and they immediately become friendly.
Some greetings are exchanged, but I ignore them all until one of the guys says something I actually have to respond to.
"To what do we owe the pleasure!?" His slightly slurred voice asks.
"I was just looking for a pick-me-up to make the night even better!" I half shout, to be heard over the music, with a wink to match my smirk.
He nods in understanding with a smile of his own to match mine.
"I getchu! Here! Molly!" He exclaims, chucking a little bag over the table in front of me.
I have no idea what 'molly' is, but fuck it, in for a pound.
With a shrug, I take out two pills and chuck the little baggie back before handing one of them to Claire with a slightly nervous smile, as I don't want her to feel isolated by acting too comfortable, she might get cold feet if I do that.
Instead, my 'nervousness' gives her the courage to keep going and with a quick non verbal countdown, we both pop the pills in our mouths and then down it with a shot.
I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to combine alcohol and drugs for health reasons, but once again, I don't really care.
One good thing about doing shots though is that I can quickly swallow the whole thing without having to taste it's rancid flavour.
I am however noticing that rather than getting tipsy, I'm just starting to feel ill, which makes me think that alcohol probably doesn't effect me anymore.
Drugs on the other hand clearly do, as after maybe half an hour of just hanging around and drinking the occasional shot, I start to feel it kicking in.
The world get's filled with light, it's colours becoming more saturated than ever while all the noise of the club suddenly starts washing over me, like water over a rock.
I feel myself start salivating as all of a sudden all I can think about is the tantalising scent of all the humans around me and under my incredulous stare I watch as people start transforming into all the food I've missed.
Around the table, various anthropomorphic foods sit, tempting me with their mere presence.
Suddenly, I am spun to the side and stare wide eyed at the walking pizza slice that looks like it's trying to talk to me, but naturally no words come out, because it is a pizza slice, and pizza can't talk.
Right as I am thinking of taking a bite, something else manages to distract me.
To my side is one person. The only person here in fact.
She's a little girl, fourteen or fifteen years old with Asian features and I can't help but be drawn to her for the simple fact that she is another person while everyone else is food.
How strange.
"He~y! What's your name?" I say, waiving at the little Asian girl, "do you know the way to Narnia?"
I think I got lost.
I see a flashing light from the corner of my eye and turn around to see it, only to blink and realise I didn't turn around.
Ahhh~ the sky is falling.
...
A long, drawn out groan leaves my throat and it takes a hot minute before I even remember that I exist.
ππ©π’π΅ π΅π©π¦ π§πΆπ€π¬.
I try to open my eyes, only to immediately slam them shut as what feels like the fucking π΄πΆπ― glares straight into my brain, bringing about a stinging pain that thankfully fades pretty quickly, along with the ringing in my ears that I didn't even notice.
Once again. ππ©π’π΅ π΅π©π¦ π§πΆπ€π¬?
After spending a couple of minutes slowly cracking my eyes open, giving them plenty of time to adjust to the light, I finally manage to get a look at where the fuck I am.
A quick glance answers most of my prominent questions as I notice that not only am I inside of someone's bedroom, but I am also in their bed, stark naked.
I am π’ππ΄π° not alone, as there are two other women in the bed with me.
One of them is Claire and the other I don't even recognise, but one thing they both have in common is their incredibly.. π³πΆπ§π§ππ¦π₯ appearance.
Clearly, we had an eventful night.
As the headache peters out into nothing, most likely thanks to my power, I let out a satisfied smile.
I might not remember jack shit about how I got here, but my blackout self clearly had fun, so I count that as a win.
The last thing I remember is finding that cape.
It kinda sucks that I still don't know anything about here, since learning that was the whole reason I approached her anyway, but I don't bother dwelling on it.
It's not like it's the end of the world after all and there's always next time.
A quick glance out of the window tells me that it is probably in the early hours of the morning and after focusing on my hearing for a moment, I gather that no one else is up and about around me.
Deciding to simply dip, I carefully get up and spend a while searching for all of my stuff and getting dressed.
I also decide to just grab any cash I come across, because why not right?
Then, without preamble, I simply leave, probably to never see either of them again.
As I make my way back to my hotel room, I reflect on the experience.
It was certainly something, but I can't remember half of it and what I can remember wasn't even all that fun.
Yeah, I don't think I'm going to be doing anything like that again. It kind of sucked to be completely honest.
Ah well, it's one more thing crossed off the bucket list.
But now I want to do something fun again, lest boredom find me again.
Luckily for me, I do actually have something of a plan for not only having some fun but also establishing my Clowns in the minds of those who matter.
I don't really care if random nobodies know about us, I only really want people with pull or importance to be properly informed, namely capes that are part of larger organisations.
Then again, this is kind of a long term goal. It's not like I can establish a group in just a few months after all. We need more members first and then we need to simply do more shit so we can get some credibility.
I'd imagine my little play will at least put us on some peoples radars, but I want more than just that.
Ah well, I'll leave that for later. For now I'm going to have a shower and a nap, then just chill until my plan starts moving forward.
Idly, I realise that I can't even remember the name of that girl anymore.
With that thought, I move forward with a small chuckle and a relaxed smile that is starting to feel like a permanent fixture to my face.
There are fun times ahead, I can π§π¦π¦π it.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
It is 10 in the morning.
In other news, recently I finally got the achievement for slay the spire for getting to ascension 5 on each character, though I have already got to 7 for the rogue snake lady, whatever her name is, Watcher? Β―\_(γ)_/Β―
