peak of midnight | {clue 3 midseason}
Jun 11, 2021 12:35:52 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jun 11, 2021 12:35:52 GMT -5
He was decidedly not having a good time. He came because he'd been invited, and Elaina was nice to him, and it would have been rude not to show up. But he'd arrived late, and by the time he walked into the party, several people were already very, very drunk. He sighed, caught Maverick's stare, and resigned to hiding on the living room couch, buried beneath plush throw pillows, the haze of too-loud music, and the nostalgia of voices carrying over through the walls of adjacent rooms. He'd already decided he'd leave at eleven before he even showed up, but thinking back on it, that was almost a full hour away. Clara promised she'd be here but he had taken a double-shot of tequila to quell his nerves, and kept his eyes peeled for her for thirty minutes to no avail. Finally, at long last, he caught sight of her walking through the front door. He was on his feet and locking arms with her before the door closed, ushering her back out onto the lawn. "The tequila made me feel queasy. I couldn't even finish my nachos. Are you gonna try out for the volleyball team?" he droned, walking over to a large oak tree and leaning his shoulder against it. He asked because if she was, she would have to submit for a drug test. And if she had to submit for a drug test, she wouldn't have anything to take the edge off. And if she didn't have anything to take the edge off, he might start crying. "Also, Mav is inside, and he's super drunk." He left out the part about how badly he wanted to talk to him. In the months since everything had happened, there had been next to no clarity made between them. Maverick had gone back to being his usual, cryptic self, and Presley had convinced himself that every time he caught Maverick looking in his direction that it was because he must hate him. Because why else would he be looking at him? Because he liked him? Doubtful; Presley tended to treat people he cared about with, like, a completely different set of rules. One of those rules, he was sure, being that you don't have sex with someone to keep your grief at bay and then never speak to the person again. So, while he definitely wanted answers, or clarity, or closure, or at the bare minimum, acknowledgement, he was also terrified of what that might mean. Plus, Clara hated Mav now, which was a fun new development. He worried she might be the type of friend who legitimately meant it when she said to end a relationship, and he knew first-hand that she was the type to be easily scorned when people didn't do what she wanted them to do. He leaned his head onto her shoulder. "Aka, this night sucks ass." And it would only get worse. |