Warren and Nathan cuddled together without shame. Their bodies were difficult to make out in the darkness but they could see each well enough. To brighten things up, Nathan took some light thing out of the back of his car. Definitely too drunk to make out whatever it was, Warren stared at the object. Regarding it silently. His eyes were slowly removed from the lit thing when Nathan's head blocked sight of it. Consciousness fading,, Warren wanted to go to sleep.
No longer were his dreams about kissing Nathan. The fun he derived from that fantasy was short-lived. Something began feeling at Warren's sides. Fingers gently graced him and promised him pleasure. Arousal started to at these touches. "A-Ahh, stop!" Warren begged. Both of them were so drunk at this point. It was a surprise Warren was functioning and could still speak. Certain people just black the fuck out when they get a drink in their hands. "N…" Began Warren, then feeling too tired to continue.
Hands reached for his pants and pulled them all the way down. Nathan began getting closer to Warren. kissing down his neck and pulling him around like it was his right. Something about it satisfied Warren. Vulnerability to someone he still didn't know he could trust… it made him grow harder in desperation. Next thing he knew, Nathan flipped him over and grabbed his bare ass for a moment. Warren couldn't help but laugh. "D-Dude, what are you doing?"
Honestly, Nathan thought it was super cute how oblivious he was. Unbuckling his buckle, he got down on top of Warren and cuddled him, rubbing his dick against his back. Warren felt his face grow warm from the use of alcohol and slight anxiety. But he himself grew more aroused with every passing and he began to accept this. Nathan stuck his dick inside of Warren without warning or condom. Then the moans came out, mewls of despair. Nathan petted Warren's head while continuing to thrust. They were flat on one another.
"Mpmh!" Squealed Warren. Nathan turned Warren's head over a bit and gave him a nasty alcohol kiss. Both of them began kiss and feeling each other, the erotic powers of alcohol not having worn off. Really, they just liked each other's forms. Alcohol played a part in it, but they already could've had similar fantasies behind closed doors.
A knock is heard and they both start panicking. Nathan starts pounding until he's sure they'll both come, but it takes a longer time than he expected. Hurriedly, they get dressed and start mumbling to each other softly. "I'm so glad our friends understand space." Joked Nathan. The two of them laughed, finally giving each other a kiss and feeling each other in their warm clothing. "Who knew a geek like you made me feel better than any other person could."
"T-Thanks…" Faltered Warren. His cheeks were pink with wonder. As they both prepared to get out of the car and wave in the others, it starts to move. Creaking noises are heard as the car starts shaking. "Fuck, what the fuck?" Warren screamed out in terror. They held each other for comfort.
"Oh God, if we die, I want you to know that I always had a weird thing for you!" Nathan slurred. The car felt like it was sinking or slowly preparing to fall off of an edge. Suddenly it stopped, a ton of people holding it down on the surface. Nathan opened a side door, seeing that they were a bit higher than he'd like to be. Warren pushes right behind him and they both go falling out. There Warren was, holding Nathan's hand hysterically as his vision dimmed. Strength in his fingers was failing. Releasing his grip, Nathan's expression immediately became serious.
They'd fallen out of the car and it was sinking into the subspace. So was Warren. At least, he would if Nathan didn't pull him up quickly enough. Peers stood by in shock as they had no idea what was going on. Nathan appeared to simply be leaning over the edge of the sinking reality. Like he was mourning the loss of Warren. Max put a hand to her mouth. Abruptly, there was a pull and Nathan yanked Warren back to the surface and kissed his cheek incoherently. "I almost lost you, man."
"Ohh… c'mon, we both know we're dreamin' cause we're drunk." Tender arms felt Warren's back side, cradling the softened boy. The boy intoxicated and unable to register things with his normal mind. This was the honest one, so I know he loves me, Nathan thought. Everyone processed what just happened and then Brooke spoke out in distaste. Not at the couple, but in the recent development.
"Our faction here wants to know what we're going to do about the transportation issue now." Brooke cut in coldly. Nathan shrugged with unconcerned laziness. Warren was totally wasted and couldn't muster a response if he wanted to. A heavy sigh let loose from Brooke's untouched lips. "I am so done with this. We're all going to die, I've got no scientific explanation for it, and…" And Warren hurt me without having to say anything, she thought. Comforting hands reached up to slumped shoulders that once held themselves high in the name science.
Alyssa eased the pain Brooke surely felt. Though it would never completely go away. At least, not yet. It was just… even after saving Warren with perfect intuitive skills, and proving she'd happily unite with him to talk about scientific values… he did this. All along he could've said that he wasn't interested. Maybe Brooke took things the wrong way. Seeing him goofily kiss the other dude while laughing made something in her snap. "I get that I wasn't the best Warren! I could've been so much better, and everything I did wasn't convincing enough to love! You won't remember this when you're not drunk anymore, I'm betting, but I always had something for you."
Frowning, Alyssa took her hand off of Brooke and shook her head in disapproval. Warren seemed confused by the confession. Owning up to the salacity meant you had real guts. So Brooke did applaud herself on that. Nathan seemed a bit angrier about the revelation. "Fuck off my boy. He's mine." He assured her, crossing his arms where he sat on the pavement. After a single session of drunk car sex, he thought he was Warren's everything.
"I won't let you dictate that. Why don't you come fight me?" Brooke instigated, drawing out suspicious looks from the rest of the girls. Max didn't seem to be suspicious. She almost seemed to approve of Brooke's determination to do what she wanted. Nathan got up and dizzily swung forward, falling into Brooke's arms. Her face went red with anger and she dropped Nathan gently. "Okay, I guess I got salty too fast." She murmured. Nathan didn't look so hot. Kinda seemed like he wanted he wanted to vom.
"Don't think that because I don't feel… urghh, whatever." Groaned Nathan, trying not to puke in front of all these people. Humiliation ran through Brooke's warm blood. Though she liked Warren, this was brutish. She was no brute. Brooke was an intelligent person unwilling to resort to unnecessary tactics to get what she wanted. Inside of her was the desire to beat Nathan's drunk face in. God, she'd give anything to kick it to a pulp. Whoa, what the fuck am I thinking? I'm certainly not that type of person, Brooke assures herself.
Brooke does kneel for a moment. Electric shocks threatened to shoot out at Nathan if he defied her. "Mine." Whispered Brooke, pulling him in close. The sudden moment of intensity put everyone on immediate guard. Wary Blackwell students nearby seemed to scamper away.
"Terrorize me all you want, bitch." Grunted Nathan, fearing the fuck out of whatever demon possessed Brooke.
Then she nudged him with her knee and dropped him. Max ran to Brooke's side shaking. "Guys, please, let's not fight." Max said, Chloe following behind her. Brooke then glared at Max, feelings welling up inside of her. Holding it all in was unhealthy. Max offered deliverance by reaching out to Brooke. Brooke turned her head and seemed understanding that what she did was uncalled for.
"Listen, I apologize for that ordeal. Could we try and forget about it?" Brooke asked, not wanting to be at the mercy of Max much longer. Alyssa suddenly answered the question.
"Maybe you've got some growing to do. I think it'd be best if we sleep on it. Somewhere safer than this." Alyssa suggests. Sleep was important; restlessly attempting to console Mother Time didn't sound fun to Max. Tired children they all were - they deserved some good old rest. Nathan and Warren embraced the idea, having grabbed Nathan's jacket and shirt to use as a blanket.
"We're going… we'll find a car, to like, sleep in, so. Night." Nathan and Warren walked off in search of that car. Alyssa sat down on the ground, unsure how easy it'd be to sleep tonight. So much tension surrounded the remaining people. And one of them… well, one of them didn't think that they were just going to sleep. Max and Chloe walked around the perimeter in search of something to sleep in. Maybe some establishments still open nearby. Either way, they'd just break in. It seemed that the presence of adults was not detectable anywhere.
Max believed that Mother Time removed them temporarily for convenience. Though, that may not have been the case. She just saw Mr. Jefferson. Only to push him into a storm of hungry demons. Satisfying as it was, it did terrify Max a bit that she had that in her.
Two people were already sleeping, which is why they hadn't been noticed in any particular way. Victoria was resting peacefully right next to Kate. It was cute knowing that the two of them had agreed upon sleeping next to each other.
But one person on this night didn't have plans to sleep. They had something so much better to do.
Stella Hill knew what she wanted. Juke followed Stella as she snuck away from the rest of the group. With all the chaos taking a bit of drugs wouldn't be totally unreasonable. Nobody was going to find out anyways.
