Highschool Never Ends || Roxas and Vanitas
Who: vacationisalie and vanityunbcoming
Where: Highschool AU! If you're doing cliche, might as well go all the way
What: One of those high school cross university parties yo momma always warned you against.
Warnings: Alcohol, drugs- ever the constant possibility of violence or sex.
It smelt like stagnant sweat and jock straps- or at least, that was the way Hayner would have described any party such as this. It was highly accurate, the walls slick with moisture and disgusting to lean against, the plastic cups wet to the touch, and god knows if you could figure out what you were really drinking. Soda, or vodka sunrise? Simple coke, or roofie?
Roxas liked parties, sure. He liked the thumping bass, he liked the ever heavy crowds to get lost in, he liked chatting it up with his friends and getting up to a bit of mischief-
The problem in that was your friends had to be there to do all of this. Axel had invited him and disappeared the moment they stepped through the door, leaving Roxas to note that he knew no one and immediately withdraw from the social interactions around him. There was only so much to him that could act like an extrovert, and this situation didn't call those parts out.
As the night went on, the party got wilder, and the drinks became more and more questionable, Roxas took to leaning against one of the disgustingly sweaty walls and wondered exactly when the cops would show up. You really couldn't leave until the cops showed up; it was tradition.
He hoped Axel's head was like a jackhammer, tomorrow.
Where: Highschool AU! If you're doing cliche, might as well go all the way
What: One of those high school cross university parties yo momma always warned you against.
Warnings: Alcohol, drugs- ever the constant possibility of violence or sex.
It smelt like stagnant sweat and jock straps- or at least, that was the way Hayner would have described any party such as this. It was highly accurate, the walls slick with moisture and disgusting to lean against, the plastic cups wet to the touch, and god knows if you could figure out what you were really drinking. Soda, or vodka sunrise? Simple coke, or roofie?
Roxas liked parties, sure. He liked the thumping bass, he liked the ever heavy crowds to get lost in, he liked chatting it up with his friends and getting up to a bit of mischief-
The problem in that was your friends had to be there to do all of this. Axel had invited him and disappeared the moment they stepped through the door, leaving Roxas to note that he knew no one and immediately withdraw from the social interactions around him. There was only so much to him that could act like an extrovert, and this situation didn't call those parts out.
As the night went on, the party got wilder, and the drinks became more and more questionable, Roxas took to leaning against one of the disgustingly sweaty walls and wondered exactly when the cops would show up. You really couldn't leave until the cops showed up; it was tradition.
He hoped Axel's head was like a jackhammer, tomorrow.