The Apartment Complex
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Thread Topic: The Apartment Complex
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Holy f--- that was short lemme continue that later
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In his wait, Finn got excited. His heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, his hands rubbing by his lap. He remembered the last time he had been to a bar with Ayden.
Of course, it didn't end well. Both had ended up making out with random people and each other, drunkenly. And then throwing up while exiting the club. It was an awkward morning conversation, as Finn had no idea what had happened and Ayden remembered it all.
He wondered if Ayden ever thought about that night. The way they would go out and rule the town with one another. They used to flirt with people together, drink together, stay in together. Ayden and Finn were inseparable. They did so many illegal things together that their bond was sealed with superglue- until it broke. He thought about them all the time. It wasn't until now that he realized how much he had missed Ayden, his best friend, his other half. -
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Ayden was quiet for a majority of the ride from the apartment complex to the strip club. Every now and again, he would make some kind of unnecessary comment about how the weather had been lately or which sports teams were excelling. It was mainly to fill what would have otherwise been an overwhelming silence. The disturbing quiet came as a bit of a shock, especially because of the recollections the man owned of extended, intriguing conversations that the pair had once had.
When they finally arrived at the bar, he observed its appearance, crinkling his nose in apprehension. He could remember many lonely nights spent in various bars that were scattered around town, and typically, he let himself go after a long enough period of time. Now, however, he was with Finn, and so he felt as though he would be required to prevent himself from drinking past the point of no return.
He grunted at himself. He was someone else. His personality and outlook on life had been drastically altered in the few years he had spent separated from his best friend. It was his only hope that the other might understand. After a few seconds contemplating how the night would unfold, he cleared his throat, allowing himself to exit the vehicle. He first thanked his friend for the door before speaking. "Alright, so, thing is, I can't really get groovy at the drop of a dime anymore, you know?" He broke eye contact, staring wearily at the entrances into the establishment. "So, I figure I gotta loosen up with a couple drinks."
With that statement, he crossed his arms, looking to Finn with his eyebrows raised. "Now, I've never been here before, so it's probably wise if you go on and lead the way." He smiled maliciously. waiting for the other to step off in order to follow him. -
The boy nodded at the other man's response. Finn realized that not all boys were natural flirts or dancers. However, that was just Finn's area of expertise. He loved to dance, to grind, to flirt and sweet talk. It was his favorite past time. Every night, he was here. Every night, he danced with someone different? Slutty, yes it was. But it was worth the cost, as it was pure fun to Finn.
The ginger boy led the other to the right side of the building. The right entrance had a purple star on it, while the other had a chartreuse star. He opened the heavy door for the other man. Once they were in, though, the sound of the music practically dilated Finn's pupils. The excitement welled in his veins. This was his area. And he was here with his- best friend, ex friend? He would make sure to double check the status of their relationship later on in the night.
He walked up to the bar, ordering two cocktails for each of them. Although a lightweight, Finn loved to challenge Ayden to drinking contest. So, he looked at the other, very attractive man and asked, "Wanna see if I'm still as much of a light weight as I was three years ago?" He tilted his head, snickering as he took a sip from his long, beautiful glass.
The bar had beautiful, intricate detail. Faux fear and faux ivory furnished the fashionable bar. The entire thing was done in a black and white theme, which was almost business like. And even the men who were dancing were dressed in black and white. Finn, however, wore mostly black, instead of black and white. He knew this would allow him to stand out tonight. -
At the exact moment in which Ayden's foot crossed the threshold that separated the club from the outdoors, he regretted his decision to leave his home. The music flooded his ears like a torrential downpour, something that had become nearly sickening in recent years. He prayed silently he would enjoy the party environment after he introduced more alcohol into his body. It usually granted him the capability to "let himself go," an act that could possibly land him in trouble, but he did not mind the trouble all that much. A detailed sob story usually did the trick in getting him off of the hook when necessary.
He followed Finn through the establishment, silently thanking whatever deity that may have been lurking in the sky once they were at the bar. He situated himself in one of the raised seats, folding his arms on the wooden counter. The man allowed his friend to do the speaking, raising his eyebrows upon receiving the cocktail. He shrugged, deciding that a cocktail was better than nothing. As much as he would have preferred the more enticing taste of his typical beverage, he drew in a long sip from the presented glass.
"You'll be on your third glass, stumbling around and slobbering all over the counter when I'm on my seventh and still chillin' out in this very spot." He smiled, hoping the other male would catch the humor he had laced within his statement. Many times, he had made fun of the other individual, usually by mocking his actions or forming biting yet hilarious remarks. He wasn't so sure he would ever be able to be as humorous as previous years, but he assumed that after some time, he could at least grow a little less condescending.
He turned to the other, making full eye contact. "Seeing as we both only took a sip, we can down one and compare, if you'd like?" He rose his eyebrows, slowly swishing the liquid around in the fragile glass. It made him reminiscent to toy with his old buddy, causing him to recall the many days in which they would hang around and mess with each other. It felt good, made him a little warm on the inside. -
"You know," The boy laughed, "I am absolutely fine with my alcohol." Finn was very aware of his lightweight status. Although tough and brawny seeming, the redhead wasn't very good with alcohol. It made him pathetic, almost. Which is why Finn usually stuck to smoking weed, he was good with that.
"But yeah, I'm a lightweight," Finn rolled his eyes, "I'm a lightweight, I'm fully aware." He chuckled a bit again. "I bet I could finish this and be absolutely fine." He was half joking and half serious with this comment, so he raised his glass and took a few more large sips. He could already feel his head clouding with alcohol, dizzying his thoughts and mixing up his thoughts.
Although Finn was proud to say he was less of a lightweight than he used to be. He used to take one drink and be completely and hopelessly drunk. In college he was made fun of for it, being he was in a fraternity. This was one of his reasons to drop out and another reason why he was a depressed, orphan nobody. He wondered if the alcohol would make him feel better, as he found himself particularly depressed recently. Sex and alcohol just hadn't been doing it, it seemed. To his dismay, nothing was working. Did he need a psychiatrist, psychologist, death? These thoughts would be the end of Finn. Perhaps his friend would fit that large abyss in his heart, so he glanced over and examined his face. He smiled. Yeah, he would do well enough to fill that abyss. -
Ayden observed the other males actions, squinting playfully. He nodded in agreement after each statement, wondering how the other male would be acting later on in the night. He wouldn't worry, however, as he knew the other typically made it home fine on a variety of occasions. On the nights in which the Swedish-American would remain lazing along the comforting surface of his couch, he could hear Finn arrive home, the voice of he and whoever else he was with echoing into his living room. Sometimes he'd hear rather unpleasant bits and pieces of heated conversations some time later in the evening, but he'd always avoid it to the best of his ability, finding he'd rather not get involved. During their night together, he assumed things would go relatively well. At least, he hoped.
"It's okay to be a lightweight, you-" He ceased his speech when he witnessed Finn pull in the extended sips of the intoxicating liquid, chuckling quietly. "You just be careful. I don't need you flopping around like a fish out of water." Ayden took in a hefty sip of his own, gulping to the point that he finished the drink. Upon doing so, he caught the attention of the bartender, asking for a bottle of beer, which he promptly received. He thanked the man behind the counter, turning back to Finn when he was situated.
"Do you come here every night, just out of curiosity?" He tilted his head, taking a drag of the beer. It was truly a question of pure wonder. It would be no surprise if the other man made a visit to the strip club a part of his daily routine. Hopefully, he would receive an honest answer.
He clenched his jaw as he thought about honesty, recalling the reason they had a falling out in the first place. His eyebrows furrowed, taking note of how many lies had spewed from his lips during the last stretch of their friendship. He could envision how he used to say he was in a study group in order to get a headstart for college when he was really drowning himself in alcohol with a new set of friends. Or how he would lie and say he was feeling tired from the extensive research from the night before when he was truly suffering from an intense hangover. It was a nasty set of lies, but he had to remind himself that Finn also had some of his own. It made him feel less guilty. -
Idea: another reason why they broke up as friends: Finn was jealous that Ayden's new friends got to see him more than he did
Finn sighed a little, taking another sip of the tasty cocktail- although it was strong. "No, I don't come here every night." This was a truthful answer. He decided to stick with the truth as there was no point in lying. In addition, he was a terrible lier.
He remembered back in highschool the ginger would used to lie about where he went every night. Why he kept abandoning Ayden. And then Ayden, in return, lied about where he kept going every night. The whole thing blew REALLY out of proportion, he'd thought. After all, everyone in the school knew the were practical partners in crime.
After they'd broken up as friends, Finn had felt like his entire life had been torn from the roots and turned upside down. It was the most terrible feeling he'd felt, ever. He began to go to many therapists, psychiatrists. And that's when his addiction began. Like Ayden, Finn struggled with an addiction as well.
Except Finn's real problem was an addiction to people. Specifically guys. He loved them. Finn loved them in bed, loved them emotionally, mentally, physically. He just loved every bit of them. Finn had so much love for them it was almost- no, it was an addiction.
Regardless, the boy found himself chugging his drink in nervousness. Just the thought of high school made him uncomfortable. Finn hard swallowed his drink, then moving to the other cocktail he had ordered. This one, he knew, just by the smell that it was stronger. Which was good. At this moment, Finn would do anything to get out of his head. Usually, the lightweight avoided alcohol. But today he decided to take a page out of Ayden's book and use alcohol to escape his headspace- instead of doing his usual human distraction. -
Ayden listened to the response intently, nodding upon receiving it. He was pleased to hear that Finn refrained from always wasting his time in the strip club, even if the feeling was heavily hypocritical. Personally, Ayden typically spent his time consuming alcohol, whether it was his birthday or Christmas or a sunny day that would have been suitable for basketball.
Basketball had always been imperative to the vitality of the man's life. His first game had been played in his elementary school when he was in the third grade. Something about swiftly directing the ball up and down the court was particularly enjoyable, and so a love for the game began to blossom. As he grew, he never failed to sign up and audition for any team that he deemed best for himself. It kept him both happy and healthy, so he saw nothing wrong with pursuing it for as long as humanly possible.
Though he had an affinity for the fast-paced, investing sport, he remembered Finn's preference for American football. This was something that Ayden never took must interest in. He was never capable of accepting that it was just as arduous a game as basketball. He decided at a very young age that catching and passing were nothing compared to complex defensive tactics and offensive plays. If someone thought otherwise, he would scratch and claw his way through an argument fueled partially by fact and intensely through emotion.
When his senior year rolled around, basketball remained one of his largest passions. As a varsity player and a wellrounded student, he was an excellent example for the underclassmen. With the season coming up in the autumn, practice was insane, many times bringing the players near the brink of passing out. But they lived for it, in fact they thrived off of it. It was something everyone could turn to in rough times, the team much like a family in all senses of the term.
Ayden took a sip of his beer. It was cold, much like that late day in October of his senior year, two days before their first game of the season. It was their final practice before what truly mattered began. Drills and plays were thoroughly played through over and over again until the coach decided a quick scrimmage was in order. It was the last judgement of skill.
Ayden laid low, prowling in the back of the court while the tip-off initiated the game. A high pass was pegged in his direction, causing him to jump in order to catch it. His descent began.
He crunched a piece of ice that had been floating in the beer like a tourist in the ocean, cringing as he visualized the crack in his bone. It had been audible from the other end of the court. Promptly, worried teammates and coaches surrounded him.
He basically inhaled the rest of his drink, slamming it onto the counter. "You know, what, Finn? I'm loose as a goose already. Whaddaya say we hit the dance floor?" -
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"Dancing? Of course!" Finn was excited to hit the dance floor. Almost a little too excited. He stopped and double checked his reasons for going out tonight. Did he want to hook up, mend his relationship with his friend? He remained unsure, biting his lip as he stood. He checked his clothes once, just to make sure that he looked decent.
"Do I look okay?" He asked, tilting his head in wait for an answer. He happened to be very paranoid about his looks, which is likely related to the amount of hook-ups Finn had. One night stands were his addiction. And he had a lot of those. Sometimes multiple a night.
He didn't know why he did it. He just did. Perhaps it was due to his harsh upbringing, which wasn't even that bad. Perhaps it was due to being insecure due to not having many friends. Who knows, he thought. Perhaps he should see a shrink and see what they thought.
Finn briefly finished the rest of his drink before knowing he was completely ready. Blinking a few times, he felt the tipsy-ness of himself. He was glad he was finally tipsy, it took him long enough. After all, it was much easier to hook up while under the influence. -
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Ayden stood from his place, genuinely thanking the man acting as the bartender. He knew that the job was less than favorable, and he appreciated his fellow man for doing his part, even if it was just preparing and serving drinks. This prompted him to dwell on his own occupation for a short period of time. Was he doing much for the world? Aiding individuals in finding the most cost-effective rate or their vacations? Recommending spots to visit and enjoy? Telling rich people how to spend their valuable dollars and coins? Buying the tickets, phoning yhe hotels, making the arrangements?
He was sure someone out there had to appreciate him and what he worked to do.
"You look great," Ayden assured his old friend, letting a small nod show. He was being entirely honest. It would be entirely difficult to say that he didn't look attractive. It would take a whole lot for the man to say his ginger pal was undesirable in any way.
He turned on his heel, leading himself and the other male to the dance floor, which mesmerized him to a degree. People of all races, shapes, sizes, etc. were scattered about the floor, bumping and moving as though they were the closest of friends. Though the sight made Ayden somewhat uneasy, he blinked in awe. It was much more vibrant and vivacious in comparison to the dreary bars he lazily passed the time in. He looked to Finn, his eyes filled with wonder.
"I don't get out like this often anymore, if you couldn't tell." -
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Finn smiled a little bit at his friend. "Yes, I know you don't. I live right beside you, stupid," He punched his friend gently, "But tonight's your night and I'm gonna make sure you have as much fun as possible!" A wild grin filled the ginger boy's face.
He lead the other male into the middle of the dance floor, where only a few other males caught his eye. He wouldn't lie, Ayden was more attractive than the majority of the people here. But it's not like he could hook up with his alcoholic ex-best friend. Now, that wouldn't be fair to anyone.
As they danced, the lights would change rapidly, making the buzzed boy feel a little woozy. He loved the feeling though, dancing with many dark haired and light eyed men; his general type, which Ayden fit very well. Every once in a while he would glance around at his friend, to see how he was doing and such. If he seemed to be doing well, he would smile and carry on. If Ayden seemed to be doing poorly, he would grab Ayden and dance with him.
As he danced, he found one particular man that he liked a lot. However, he wasn't really his type. This man was blond with bright green eyes- which most would find very attractive and so did Finn. He asked his name, where he lived, and a few other basic hook-up questions. However, he deemed the blond man uninterested in him, and decided to just drop it.
This lead the redhead to move back to his best friend. Ayden. He tried to speak over the loud, electronic music to speak to his friend. "Hey, how's it going?" He asked, tilting his head and grinning a little bit. He danced vivaciously and held back his urge to just grab his friend by the hand and twirl him.
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