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[godproxy]

Who: Neku and Beat
When: Post game, after a summer festival.
Rating: Uh. Very mature.
Warnings: Smut, boys on boys and drug usage. Don't like don't read etc.
Summary: Neku and friends are celebrating summer break at a popular night club. Some drugs were passed around and the consequences are rather interesting. Enjoy the Moment!

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[apartyinmymouth]

Beat wasn't much for parties. He liked loud music well enough, but the crowds and the atmosphere just... were not his scene. If there was one thing he liked, though, it was adventure. The crimson beverage and pill he had been offered were definitely adventure-- and so was the oncoming trip.

Beat also discovered that glow-sticks and loud(er) music were positively marvelous, and the combination of such was making him quite dumb(er) to general logic and surroundings.

He barely registered Neku's words, never one to be speedy on the uptake. "What?!" was the eloquent response.

Psh. Oh stop it, you.

[godproxy]

Neku would have been annoyed if he wasn't feeling so very... ... ... drifty. Yes. Drifty was a nice word. But he was also feeling rather overheated, a blush spattered over his cheeks. Suddenly, this crowd just wasn't where he wanted to be-- go figure.

He frowned over at the mass of thrumming bodies where Eri and Shiki were dancing-- bodies pressed together in a manner that could only be seen as vulgar and wrinkled his nose.

"I said let's get the fuck out of here a second!"

D:

[apartyinmymouth]

Well, Neku sure seemed touchy. He also was... holy shit, warm. Warm and... oh no, he didn't belong in this crowd of people. Fine, then. Beat took the brunet's arm in his and easily led him out of the building. The pulsing music and lights affected him no less out there, but the moonlight illuminated Neku's intoxicated visage that much better.

"... C'n still hear, it," he mumbled stupidly.

:3

[godproxy]

"I don't feel... right" Neku complained as he half followed half stumbled after his friend. But once the door was closed and the cooler night air was on his skin-- it felt wonderful against his face and shoulders which were dotted with a light sheen of sweat thanks to the heat and the crush of people inside of the building. And Beat's hand felt warm and... and... Well. Neku was having trouble coming up with a word.

"So loud. Like I could feel it in my head." He stressed, looking blearily up at the blond. Well. It was true. There were people moving in the street, and the proxy felt weirdly like he wanted to keep moving too.