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[burnyoudown]

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substance party shenanigans;

[brokengold]

[Aidan was not the sort of boy that attended K's substance parties.

Except here he was on a Friday night, his old Toyota Corolla parked far away from the scene of the disaster he was about to walk into. Aidan didn't want someone to mistake it for another pile of junk to set on fire; it wasn't like he could afford another.

He doesn't really have street clothes, so he sticks out from the boys in everything from fishnets to tee-shirts. He's in a subtly striped button-down, rolled up to the elbows, and unbuttoned at the throat. But his hair is gelled back, and he looks more or less like any other Aglionby boy, if a bit over-dressed. He probably could have borrowed something if he'd asked someone. But if he were to talk to any of his friends, he would have had to admit to where he was going, talk about his mother or Elijah, and he doesn't want to do any of that. He doesn't know what he does want, either- not really.

Maybe he wants to see something burn.

The only thing out of place about him is that his knuckles are bruised and scabbed over. He'd found a construction site with a block of cement slats and punched them until they broke, but it just left him feeling empty, not better. He did manage not to break his hands, though. Aidan's a broken boy, alone and hurting, and this might not be someplace that he belongs, but it's .. something, at least. It feels less awful than doing his homework or trying to figure out his magic by himself on a Friday night.

Elijah is off at one of Dimitri's gatherings of his questionable friends, and Iris has her ghost-girlfriend, and so Aidan is just-- alone. So he comes here, instead. Not like he hadn't heard the rumors before. So when Kavinsky had told him to come at the end of their shared math class he'd said maybe, for some reason he still doesn't really understand.

He hadn't known if he'd do it or not.

But he ends up here once he got in his car, almost without really thinking about it. So now he's trying to keep the leather of his shoes out of the spilled beer and possibly more questionable drying liquids on the fields of the neglected fairgrounds. They almost seem to glitter under the summer heat and the bonfires. He sees Kavinsky on the hood of his car, and he walks over, hooking his thumbs into his pockets.]

You throw quite the party.

[burnyoudown]

[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'.]

Are you having a good time?

[brokengold]

[Aidan's face flushes a little at the way that the other boy looks him over, eyes sliding up and down his body like he's worth looking at. He can't help wondering if Kavinsky can see through him. If out of his carefully pressed uniform he's transparent, backlit by bonfires and decadence, if it gives him away as just middle class nothing. But instead the other boy sits and pats a space next to him on the hood of the car.

Aidan hesitates for a moment, but no- Kavinsky's intentions are pretty clear, so he carefully climbs up onto the hood of the car, taking a seat next to the other boy. Legs pulled up so he can gently brace his heels on the bumper, hands braced behind him to keep his fingers from fidgeting. He tries not to sit too close, but their shoulders brush just a little as he settles next to the other boy. It's impossible not to realize that Kavinsky is fiercely attractive, but somehow it feels worse when they're this close, so he looks out at the other faces, the flames.

Aidan is all fire and light himself, so while he's never been to one of these before-- well, there's something about the bonfires, the pulse of the music. They have similar tastes, even if few people would expect it from Aidan. But then people are always shocked when his temper flares and he punches them in the face, too.

He hums thoughtfully at the question, a slight tilt of his head as he looks at Kavinsky.]

Well, I just got here. But I figure it's definitely better than if I'd stayed home.

[He's not sure if there's a way to admit he'd never been to something like this before that didn't make him sound sad.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky had no real concept of personal space, so he didn't mind how close Aidan sat to him. In fact, he leaned over a little to nudge him with his shoulder after he spoke.]

I'm glad you decided to show. A party's always better than staying at home.

[Especially if it was one of Kavinsky's parties. But also if Aidan had just gotten here, that meant he hadn't had anything to drink yet. That would change if Kavinsky had anything to say about it.]

Do you want a drink? I could get one for you.

[By which he meant he could get someone else to get it, but that was close enough. Drinking was more or less a party staple, even if someone had driven here. Drugs were an added bonus, but he wouldn't press that subject.]