gotta get down on friday (love hotel university + drug addled)
At last -- at long last, it was Friday, the day that Minato had been looking forward to all week, the beginning of the holiday weekend. There were no papers waiting to be written, no upcoming tests or exams he had to prepare for, no work that needed to be done; he would be free the entire weekend, free to spend his time as he wished.
And what better way was there to celebrate his freedom than by partying hard?
Accompanying Junpei to a house party they were both invited to, Minato spent the majority of the night mingling with others, and dancing to the music that pumped out from the speakers. Chill as ever, he went with the flow, recklessly taking sips and hits of whatever was offered to him -- cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, cans of Four Loko, joints of various strains of marijuana, Swisher blunts, and so on and so forth. As a result, he ended up twisted, elated and feeling at peace with the world, his eyes completely bloodshot, although one of them was hidden underneath his thick fringe of navy blue hair.
Despite his altered state of mind, however, Minato remained charming enough that he was able to find somebody to make out with; seated on the couch beside them, an arm wrapped about their waist, he kissed them deeply, hungrily, tongue playing with theirs, sucking and nipping at their lower lip. A new song was playing once he finally pulled back to speak, wanting to ask them something.
"My dog's name is Koromaru," he blurted out instead. For some reason, hearing the word "bitch" had reminded him of his canine friend, whom he began to miss terribly.
"Uh, wait, no." A pause as he shook his head, closing his eyes tightly and then making a small frustrated noise. The young man was tripping, he knew that he was tripping, and so he attempted to clear his head, trying to filter out the many, many random and meaningless thoughts that raced through his drug-addled mind. It took him a moment, but he somehow succeeded, exclaiming as he opened his eyes:
"Oh, yeah! I mean, do you wanna find a room? Let's find a room!"
(( Yeah, so, Minato is obviously fucked up; your character can be fucked up, too, if you want. ))
And what better way was there to celebrate his freedom than by partying hard?
Accompanying Junpei to a house party they were both invited to, Minato spent the majority of the night mingling with others, and dancing to the music that pumped out from the speakers. Chill as ever, he went with the flow, recklessly taking sips and hits of whatever was offered to him -- cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, cans of Four Loko, joints of various strains of marijuana, Swisher blunts, and so on and so forth. As a result, he ended up twisted, elated and feeling at peace with the world, his eyes completely bloodshot, although one of them was hidden underneath his thick fringe of navy blue hair.
Despite his altered state of mind, however, Minato remained charming enough that he was able to find somebody to make out with; seated on the couch beside them, an arm wrapped about their waist, he kissed them deeply, hungrily, tongue playing with theirs, sucking and nipping at their lower lip. A new song was playing once he finally pulled back to speak, wanting to ask them something.
"My dog's name is Koromaru," he blurted out instead. For some reason, hearing the word "bitch" had reminded him of his canine friend, whom he began to miss terribly.
"Uh, wait, no." A pause as he shook his head, closing his eyes tightly and then making a small frustrated noise. The young man was tripping, he knew that he was tripping, and so he attempted to clear his head, trying to filter out the many, many random and meaningless thoughts that raced through his drug-addled mind. It took him a moment, but he somehow succeeded, exclaiming as he opened his eyes:
"Oh, yeah! I mean, do you wanna find a room? Let's find a room!"
(( Yeah, so, Minato is obviously fucked up; your character can be fucked up, too, if you want. ))