-- "Wanna fuck?" He says it huskily, right near your ear lobe where you feel the most sensitive. He says it without tact, in the middle of a gay bar with his arm slung around your shoulders, in the middle of the dance floor where the two of you are booty bumped into endless submission. It's a tempting offer, but even you abstain from it for the moment. for the moment But then he grabs you by the wrist, slams the bottle on the counter and takes you into the restroom, where two guys are making out near the sink. You're flustered when he pushes you into the stall, and he kisses you right on your jawline—- you let out a strangled noise and fall against the stall walls. Damn. You're expecting something else to happen, something spontaneous, unexpected and wild, but then he turns around and throws up into the toilet and you hail a cab and head home, because fuck, Sollux Captor is fucking intoxicated and is a shitty roommate. The absolute shittiest. -- Chapter 1, Drunk Arrival -- hahhahaha i made you think i was writing again well guess what fuck no TUMBLR ONLY HAH
Oh my god. *checks tumblr furiously* Sol in a gay bar oh LORD. I can't imagine him at like a club scene or anything because he'd be so uncomfortable omg.