"The death of a bachelor, letting the water fall,
The death of a bachelor, seems so fitting for,
Happily ever after-oh, how could I ask for more?
A lifetime of laughter,
At the expense, of the death of a bachelor,"
- Death Of a Bachelor, Panic! At The Disco.
Kurt did many things spur of the moment; and the moments that seemed to have been conjured out of thin air were layering on this holiday. Unplanned, unprepared seemed to now be an unspoken motto the four boys were tossing between them and they were living up to them far too well. "Ear piercing," Jeff looked at Nick and winced, shaking his head, clearly stating with no speech that he was sitting this one out. Kurt however, was sticking by this, "I want my ear pierced," He repeats with conviction, as his curly haired boyfriend seemed to grin in approval (but these days no one really cared about approval, it was all selfish and why shouldn't it be? These are our bodies and our lives, fuck 'em,). "Let's do this,"
As it turns out, the glasz eyed boy was the sort of person who got very antsy when nervous; the sound of knuckles cracking filled the room and Jeff flinched visibly every time the noise reverberated back to his eyes. Finally, it was Blaine who laid a hand on hi boyfriend's and gave a sickly sweet smile that was returned (albeit a little tiredly) "I mean, I've always wanted to do this, it'll be good, right?" the curly haired boy nods as his boyfriend began to ramble, and Nick could pinpoint the exact moment he simply stopped listening and just stared at Kurt's lips. Distantly, the former brunet wondered how they could be so in love, how they experienced love like that- where they never tired of each other. The elder's eyes lingered on Jeff, who was poking rather curiously through a selection of jewellery, grimacing lightly as he held up a few questionable choices. Maybe he did know after all, how they never tired, as the now dark haired boy met Nick's eyes and blushed, smiling as he held up a small pendant.
A petite little thing, a crystal of some form wrapped in a swirling metal casing, much like a serpent, and dangled from a thick leather cord. "How emo," Nick comments, and Jeff only snorts with laughter.
The guy comes back with a piercing gun and both Jeff and Kurt visibly pale. The former sunlight haired boy shrinks back against his boyfriend's chest, whereas Kurt screws his eyes shut. Ironically, after hearing the click of the gun, it's Jeff that rushes outside to throw up the contents of his stomach rather violently. His boyfriend, if that's the appropriate title, stands by the doorframe and rubs little circles on his back "No piercings for you then," The elder remarks lightly, to receive a half-hearted glare from under a charcoal fringe. "Come on, let's get you a drink,"
As it turned out, the 'drink,' Jeff expected turned out to be rather alcoholic, leaving him giggling against Nick's neck, who was tripping over his own feet before they were sat at barstools. Kurt wonders rather distantly how the two of them only ever touch each other like that…with that much passion…whe they were drunk. Absently, he thinks he isn't healthy, but recalling the way Jeff would recoil from other people's touch; his easy embarrassment, it made some sense somewhere along the line. Jeff and Nick's lips danced against each other, the taller pressed up against the bar whilst Nick's hips pressed against his. "That is not the appropriate rating for a public place," Kurt smirks, but all joking is lost when he hears the ebony haired boy let out a guttural moan, "Alright you two, break it up, we're in public,"
Jeff's face is red, a giggle on his lips as his dark eyes scan the room, "Three cheers for this, to us," he holds up a shot, before throwing it back against his throat; coughing and giggling at once as he leans his head on Nick's shoulder, trying to drown out the loud pounding in his head. "Everything's so loud," he tries to speak, but it comes out a shout, and his boyfriend sighs as his own head clenches in time to the beat.
The other couple were a little tipsy themselves, but their dancing remained remotely PG; bodies pressed up against each other, but not so animalistically that it had any real effect. Blaine nuzzles the taller, eyes wide and soft as they meet his lover's. The hands on his waist remind him he is safe here, forever, in these arms. Somewhere across the room, Jeff thinks the same thing.