Olixander was quite happily drunk indeed. His homecoming was going about as well as it might and he’d only made a nuisance of himself once so far this evening before finding his way back to his friends. They were (all of them) like cockroaches, skittering in and out of one another’s range. Or maybe it was just that there were actually a few more people than he’d thought that he kept seeing that he knew and wanted to say hi to— nonetheless! He was wobbly and cheerful and had been searching for one of them when he’d spotted that. New meat.
There was something obvious in the way the kid moved, in the way his easy smiles floated straight back to the person humming along behind him. They were close, of that much he could be sure. But how close, and in what way, Oli was too drunk to care. He hadn’t pushed his friend into their path on purpose, but well. Maybe he had.
“Have we met?” He drawled easily, the hyper fixation on this kid’s glowing skin buzzing in his chest. It was utterly translucent and he looked like a porcelain doll. (Damn these drinks were strong, Oli thought absently. Or maybe it was the stuff he’d snorted in the bathroom. Whatever.) He was eagerly awaiting the new kid’s response when the other one barreled forward and the full height and weight of him became apparent. Two green eyes narrowed slightly at the show of— whatever this was. If something unnatural skipped in his brain, Oli didn’t notice.
“I know for certain we haven’t met,” he drawled again, flashing the predatory one a winning smile. Mierda, he was going to dream about that.
There was something obvious in the way the kid moved, in the way his easy smiles floated straight back to the person humming along behind him. They were close, of that much he could be sure. But how close, and in what way, Oli was too drunk to care. He hadn’t pushed his friend into their path on purpose, but well. Maybe he had.
“Have we met?” He drawled easily, the hyper fixation on this kid’s glowing skin buzzing in his chest. It was utterly translucent and he looked like a porcelain doll. (Damn these drinks were strong, Oli thought absently. Or maybe it was the stuff he’d snorted in the bathroom. Whatever.) He was eagerly awaiting the new kid’s response when the other one barreled forward and the full height and weight of him became apparent. Two green eyes narrowed slightly at the show of— whatever this was. If something unnatural skipped in his brain, Oli didn’t notice.
“I know for certain we haven’t met,” he drawled again, flashing the predatory one a winning smile. Mierda, he was going to dream about that.