Zexion slid into his car, put the keys in ignition, and revved the engine. A large, almost comical smile placed the once neutral flat line of an expression he once carried. He set the 'Le Boutique' bag- a perfume and cologne store- filled with a variation of liquor. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a king sized pack of parliaments. He slowly pulled one out with his teeth, lighting it with his flame print lighter. He threw the box to the side, beginning the car. The stereo blasted, and he danced the best he could in his seat belt.
"To a chair we see your breath in the air, but only for a little while
Your cold pale skin and tainted purple lips
Let me embrace you with this kiss
And together we'll float like angels
Together... together we will float like angels..."
Zexion continued to sing, loud and clear. There were times when people would tell him his voice was similar to a choir of one thousand angels, but that was the good little, proper Zexion. The one that would sing, and play the piano at his parent's fancy dinner parties. The one that wouldn't accept money, birthday or Christmas presents, even from his own parents. The one that was so bored with his tedious life, so lonely with now friends, so discriminated because he was intelligent, and a 'loner'. That Zexion didn't exist anymore though, that Zexion was a thing of the past.
His car came to a halt, screeching loudly in front of Twilight Town. He jumped out, already feeling a contact high of exuberance. He felt giddy, running up to the mansion, jumping over three steps to get to the patio. He was greeted by a pretty blonde girl wearing a flowing black maid's dress. Zexion petted her, having made conversation previous weeks. She was a nice little girl, super cute too. Twilight Town was especially packed this week, on account of their football victory against the Hallow Bastion Heartless.
Zexion sauntered in, shining in all his glory. He made an entrance, and every head turned towards him, cheering in greeting. He too his Le Boutique bag, and emptied its contents into a large cooler, the bottles bounced aimlessly in the water, before settling against the other bottles and cans. He tossed the bag to the side, walking to the center of the room where everyone was dancing, and danced. He loved dancing, and singing with the blaring music.
Roxas finally spotted Zexion, he ran over, jumped on his younger friend's back, and tumbled to the floor with him, some of his Sabaro spilling into Zexion's hair. Roxas slurred an unintelligable sentence, laughing heartily. Zexion laughed at him, wrapping him in a deep hug. "Hey Roxasss~" he purred.
Roxas smiled brightly, "Uhguhnuh bought yuh...yuh eya!" he slurred, blinking languidly. He leaned down and bit Zexion's ear. Hard. Zexion winced, but took it, then laughed weakly, rubbing at the hurt appendage.
"Thanks...Roxas..." he muttered, standing up. Zexion hugged his blonde friend again, only to have him flop into his arms and whisper some pretty profane sentences. Zexion laughed, pushing Roxas back to his boyfriend who was sprawled on the couch, legs spread and arms flung in random directions. Zexion pushed Roxas on top of him, going back to dance. He grabbed a few flasks on his way to the dance floor, sticking two in his front pockets, and opening one. He chugged the first one, hearing everyone cheer him on, telling him how great he was at chugging. He threw the first to the ground, opened a second for an encore, chugged it down. The beer burned his throat like acid. He really hated beer, and preferred his 'fruity' drinks instead.
Second one gone, and the third one pried open. He shook his hips spastically, shaking his head as he danced, his hair swaying wildly. Everyone stopped to watch him. He was the center of attention- just how he liked it. His earlier years had been dreadful. Everyone made fun of him, no one liked him. He was so alone, so unnoticed. Now, though, he felt like a queen- no, not a drag queen. And that's exactly what they dubbed him. A slightly drunk Hayner walked over with a Taco Queen paper queen hat, and cleared his throat.
"Everybody! Zexion is our sexy person of the night! He gets the crown of sexiness!" he yelled to the surrounding people, placing the crown atop the still dancing Zexion's head. Zexion stopped, looked around in confusion, taking a sip of his fourth beer for the night. He thrust his arms into the air, beer spilling over the tip of his flask, it fell to the ground with a splattering sound. He chugged the rest of his beer, threw it at Axel's head, and grabbed Hayner's face, pulling him into a long, tongue filled kiss.
Olette watched, giggling at how bashful Hayner seemed. She didn't drink, so she really didn't seem to care- even when sober. In fact, she flipped out her phone and took a video of the entire thing. Up to when Zexion pulled away from the kiss, turned Hayner around, and slapped him on the butt. The crowd around cheered, and gave catcalls to the flushed Hayner who stumbled to get some more alcohol. Zexion returned to dancing. He swayed his hips vigorously, his arms waving above his head, rainbow bangles clinking together like ice in a glass. He stumbled to the ice chest, getting a smirnoff. He popped off the cap, poured the contents into his mouth, then swallowed, lazily wiping his lips. He looked around at the people. Olette was staring at him, like usual. She was odd, always staring at him. Always. Hayner was drunk, trying to persuade a plant to have sex with him, or maybe it was just a really skinny person? Or...what was it? Zexion's mind scrambled, but he continued to drink. One more. He told himself. Eh...how much was one again?
Finally, Zexion stopped drinking. He walked to Hayner, fell on him, making them both drop onto the couch. He snorted loudly, and crawled onto Hayner's lap, kissing up the blonde's neck, and to his collar bone, where he bit down, and sucked, a small bruise blossoming in the area. Zexion loved when people gave him love marks, maybe he was trying to provoke Hayner? Draw him into the open, so the other would give him love bites too. Hayner blinked, and switched their positions, making Zexion lay down while he straddled him. His hands held onto Zexion's hips, his thumb making circles on the creamy flesh. Hayner pushed Zexion's shirt up as far is it would go, and he licked all on his chest. Zexion bucked his hips, moaning.
It was surprising. Everyone always thought Hayner was straight, even when he was intoxicated, but he was really enjoying himself with Zexion. Everyone stopped to watched, cheering them on, begging for more. The crowd stopped, beginning to boo. A familiar redhead pulled Hayner up, holding him by the collar. "Watch it, Hayner. I know you're drunk, but not /that/ drunk." Hayner blinked, and looked up at him. "Zexion belongs to Lexaeus. They love each other. Back off." Everyone looked down at Zexion who was acting as if Hayner was never dragged away. Axel laughed slightly. Zexion making out with the air, then looked back at Hayner. "So back off," he repeated, tossing Hayner to the side. He walked back to Roxas sitting next to him, before putting a flask to his mouth, sipping from it.
Zexion stopped, realizing no one was there to be making out with in the first place. He frowned, looked around, and put the Taco Queen crown back onto his head, fitting it as he crossed his legs, and 'hmphed'. Two boys- A blonde and brunette, both literature majors like Zexion- sat on either side of him. Both were intoxicated, and they began to get a little touchy-feely with Zexion, crooning over his beauty. At one point the brunette got on his knees, bowing and chanting a slurred sentence- We are not worthy! The blonde sat next to the brunette doing the same. Zexion perked up, sticking his nose up in triumph.