[It took him a second to recognize Aidan, but Kavinsky was pretty good with faces. Especially when he'd personally invited someone to one of his parties. He grinned, tipping his sunglasses down his nose a little as he looked the other boy up and down. He was a little overdressed for a party, but Kavinsky didn't really care about what people wore. He cared about the attitudes they brought and that they had fun.
Sitting up from where he was lounging, beer bottle in hand, he scooted over a little and patted the empty space next to him on the hood.]
It's one of my specialties.
[He knew what made a party fun. He knew what people wanted to see and do. He knew what he wanted out of a party. They were always more fun when something exploded or at least caught fire.
This guy though--Kavinsky couldn't tell if he was having fun or not. He planned on finding out. It was a good excuse to talk to him instead of 'you're hot'.]
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Sitting up from where he was lounging, beer bottle in hand, he scooted over a little and patted the empty space next to him on the hood.]
It's one of my specialties.
[He knew what made a party fun. He knew what people wanted to see and do. He knew what he wanted out of a party. They were always more fun when something exploded or at least caught fire.
This guy though--Kavinsky couldn't tell if he was having fun or not. He planned on finding out. It was a good excuse to talk to him instead of 'you're hot'.]
Are you having a good time?