HC bingo: Drugged
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theaspiebanditTitle: Untitled
Fandom: Homestuck
Prompt: Drugged
Medium: fic
Wordcount: 515
Rating: M
Warnings: Drinking, implied sexual content
Summary: Alcohol counts as a drug.
It’s his 21st birthday. He’s at one of Roxy’s ridiculous ‘Invite the entire neighborhood’ parties. Awhile ago someone handed him a bottle of beer and he’s slowly been working his way down it.
The last time he drank he had been 15 and had hated the taste. It still tastes awful but he figures he might as well drink the thing anyway. It’s not like he’s going to get drunk off one bottle of beer after all.
He’s feeling the affects, but it’s not enough to impair his judgement. And it seems that the beer tastes less foul as the night goes on. At the most he’s going to get slightly tipsy, nothing more, nothing less.
Half an hour later, he’s smiling at air, as around him other people have meaningless interactions. In the distance, he can hear Roxy’s giggle from another corner of the room, and Jane’s voice tinged with it’s own specific brand of humour. Sooner or later, someone is going to end up with water (or worse) over their heads. Judging by Hal’s mental state, for the first time in years it’s not going to be him. He grins at that thought, and takes another swig at the, oh when did the bottle get empty? He doesn’t remember.
He gets up in search of more alcohol. It had been good, he wants more. It makes his head all light and the world go soft. And this is a party run by Roxy, there’s always alcohol somewhere. Even when they were sixteen there was alcohol lying around where anyone with a decent bottle opener could get to it.
It takes him two minutes to find the beer. There’s someone else loitering around the laden table. Hal looks them over in the idle interest of the drunk and eternally horny.
They’re tall, and male. Blond hair that’s fading to brown at the roots and turning ashy at the tips. He’s obviously attractive; lean muscles and strong jaw. Suffice to say, Hal is interested. That isn’t really saying much.
He makes his interest obvious, and eventually the guy cocks his head and smirks knowingly at Hal.
“Hey,” he says, Hal echoes him, lust included and perhaps doubled.
(Later, he will remember that his stature means that he gets drunk too easily. For now he is too drunk to notice nor care.)
“You’re Strider, right?”
“If that’s what you want to call me. It seems I’ve forgotten your name.”
“Callum,” he places a hand on Hal’s shoulder. Hal pushes into the heavy weight, and steps easily into his personal space. “You wanna get outta here, Strider?”
Hal hums, “You got a place in mind?”
Callum runs his hand to the back of Hal’s neck. “I might.” His eyes are dark with desire.
“Then it seems I do.”
No one notices them leave.
Later, Hal will remember this, and curse his stupidity. Later, Hal will remember why it is a bad idea to get picked up at a party that includes practically everyone between drinking age and thirty.
Right now though, Hal is too drunk to care.
Fandom: Homestuck
Prompt: Drugged
Medium: fic
Wordcount: 515
Rating: M
Warnings: Drinking, implied sexual content
Summary: Alcohol counts as a drug.
It’s his 21st birthday. He’s at one of Roxy’s ridiculous ‘Invite the entire neighborhood’ parties. Awhile ago someone handed him a bottle of beer and he’s slowly been working his way down it.
The last time he drank he had been 15 and had hated the taste. It still tastes awful but he figures he might as well drink the thing anyway. It’s not like he’s going to get drunk off one bottle of beer after all.
He’s feeling the affects, but it’s not enough to impair his judgement. And it seems that the beer tastes less foul as the night goes on. At the most he’s going to get slightly tipsy, nothing more, nothing less.
Half an hour later, he’s smiling at air, as around him other people have meaningless interactions. In the distance, he can hear Roxy’s giggle from another corner of the room, and Jane’s voice tinged with it’s own specific brand of humour. Sooner or later, someone is going to end up with water (or worse) over their heads. Judging by Hal’s mental state, for the first time in years it’s not going to be him. He grins at that thought, and takes another swig at the, oh when did the bottle get empty? He doesn’t remember.
He gets up in search of more alcohol. It had been good, he wants more. It makes his head all light and the world go soft. And this is a party run by Roxy, there’s always alcohol somewhere. Even when they were sixteen there was alcohol lying around where anyone with a decent bottle opener could get to it.
It takes him two minutes to find the beer. There’s someone else loitering around the laden table. Hal looks them over in the idle interest of the drunk and eternally horny.
They’re tall, and male. Blond hair that’s fading to brown at the roots and turning ashy at the tips. He’s obviously attractive; lean muscles and strong jaw. Suffice to say, Hal is interested. That isn’t really saying much.
He makes his interest obvious, and eventually the guy cocks his head and smirks knowingly at Hal.
“Hey,” he says, Hal echoes him, lust included and perhaps doubled.
(Later, he will remember that his stature means that he gets drunk too easily. For now he is too drunk to notice nor care.)
“You’re Strider, right?”
“If that’s what you want to call me. It seems I’ve forgotten your name.”
“Callum,” he places a hand on Hal’s shoulder. Hal pushes into the heavy weight, and steps easily into his personal space. “You wanna get outta here, Strider?”
Hal hums, “You got a place in mind?”
Callum runs his hand to the back of Hal’s neck. “I might.” His eyes are dark with desire.
“Then it seems I do.”
No one notices them leave.
Later, Hal will remember this, and curse his stupidity. Later, Hal will remember why it is a bad idea to get picked up at a party that includes practically everyone between drinking age and thirty.
Right now though, Hal is too drunk to care.
