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It's a pulsating mess of sweat and cigarettes. The lights beam down in sporadic flashes, heightening the trip for those who have taken it and creating a surrealistic world for those still sober enough to hold themselves back. He wanders through the crowd on sailors legs, his world tipping with every successive step. Finally he surrenders to the swirling mess and leans himself against a nearby wall, turning his gaze upon the dance floor of many colours. In the middle, among the loudest noise and clamour swings a blondes long hair. Suddenly a flash of a cheshire like smile and electric blue eyes turn his way, as if she could feel his gaze on her.
"Are you okay?" a tentative hand is placed upon his arm. Quickly he extricates it, windmilling wildly, barely clinging to the walls support.
"Fine," he snaps, turning to squint at the sight of a paler blonde in pink before him, having wandered over on steps of concern.
"Sorry I asked..." there's no venom behind it, he doesn't think she has any.
"Don't worry, you can still go report to the Queen Bitch that I'm pining after her like a good little lapdog," he murmurs, aware his words are too heavy as he turns his gaze back to the writhing sorceress.
"I'm not Lilly's spy."
"Could have fooled me," he snorts ungracefully, his fingers twitching for another drink.
"What you did was wrong," her voice is one of the righteous, but it doesn't lack some pity. "Lilly is my friend, what else was I supposed to do?"
"Be my friend too!" he turns on her now, a dramatic sweep of his arm, looking down at her with bitter sanctimonious hurt.
''I am your friend," ah, hurt, like sweet balm upon her lips. "But I couldn't just stand idly by and let- Let you do that to Lilly."
"Let me-" he's lost for words, a boiling pot of words. "What about when you stood idly by while she screwed El Paso all those months before?!"
She reels back from him ever so slightly, his undulating anger exposed for once to her. But faster than he imagined she'd composed herself once more.
"What are you-?"
"You know this whole virginal innocent act is getting kind of old," he's a spitting viper, venom spewing from his tongue.
"And this ass hole act is getting kid of tired," it leaves her lips before she can think, he can tell by the way she blinks she is startled by her own words. But then she turns, to leave him in a puff of disgruntled air. He lets her go in stunned silence, his nausea coming back with a vengeance.
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