pieceofartie:

Artie was having a good time. He loved parties. He just loved drinking, and getting drunk, that haze of not exactly knowing what is right and what is wrong. He couldn’t get enough of it. And he had great company. Elijah was definitely a handsome guy, even the kind of guy Artie liked. Tall, dark eyes, laid back and out to have fun. And most of all, he was into men. Artie had banged ‘straight’ men before, but sometimes he wasn’t up for the pursuit. “I’m having a great time.” he said, taking a big gulp from his drink, feeling it tickle down his throat. He was too experienced to really feel the burn. “I’m also really enjoying the company. You seem like my type of dude, so that’s totally cool that we get along so well.”

“Awesome,” he nodded, showing a smile. He took another gulp, and soon enough, his glass was empty. He groaned, staring at his glass, but looked up as soon as Artie spoke again. Eli grinned, leaning against the counter and putting down his glass, “Good to hear. Same here, dude. I don’t think I really have a type, but if I did, you’d definitely be my type, too.” He nodded again, smiling awkwardly and focusing on his glass again, maybe he needed a refill… He didn’t refill his glass, though, he needed to slow down or he’d be passed out in less than an hour. “So… you go to the same school as my sister? McKinley High?”