[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce, surprisingly, wasn't drunk. Considering the abundance of alcoholic drinks at the party and how much of a lightweight the blonde was, most who knew him probably would have expected him to be giggling his head off and trying to make out with literally every guy he saw by now, but he had refrained from drinking more than a quarter of a bottle of beer for exactly that reason. Even with the rather slight amount of alcohol in his system, he was feeling a bit buzzed, which was probably the only reason he had chosen to participate in this game at all.
A couple of his friends had ditched him long ago, probably to talk up some dudes, so he'd let the girls go. He didn't really mind, anyway- they were "living their best lives", or whatever. He supported them- he just wished they would've asked him to be their wingman, or something. Regardless of his abandonment, he was here to have fun, so what the hell? He'd play.
Pierce was seated on the floor, clad in a navy blue and white-striped sweater with light blue skinny jeans as he watched Tommy reach forward to spin the bottle, chin resting in his hand. He didn't know the other man very well, but he... wasn't bad looking, that was for certain, and despite some of his more unsavory behaviors, Pierce would admit, he did know how to party.
The bottle began to slow, and as each circle it made around became more and more drawn out, Pierce realized that it was getting dangerously close to himself. Well, shit. Out of all the guys here, Tommy seemed like the straightest one- all his flirting with girls, his behavior, hell, even his wardrobe. Pierce could at least be grateful it hadn't been a girl to spin, he guessed. A nervous smile finding its way to freckled features, the blonde raised hazel eyes to focus on Tommy's own, awaiting the other's response.
He hoped he liked guys.
"speech"
A couple of his friends had ditched him long ago, probably to talk up some dudes, so he'd let the girls go. He didn't really mind, anyway- they were "living their best lives", or whatever. He supported them- he just wished they would've asked him to be their wingman, or something. Regardless of his abandonment, he was here to have fun, so what the hell? He'd play.
Pierce was seated on the floor, clad in a navy blue and white-striped sweater with light blue skinny jeans as he watched Tommy reach forward to spin the bottle, chin resting in his hand. He didn't know the other man very well, but he... wasn't bad looking, that was for certain, and despite some of his more unsavory behaviors, Pierce would admit, he did know how to party.
The bottle began to slow, and as each circle it made around became more and more drawn out, Pierce realized that it was getting dangerously close to himself. Well, shit. Out of all the guys here, Tommy seemed like the straightest one- all his flirting with girls, his behavior, hell, even his wardrobe. Pierce could at least be grateful it hadn't been a girl to spin, he guessed. A nervous smile finding its way to freckled features, the blonde raised hazel eyes to focus on Tommy's own, awaiting the other's response.
He hoped he liked guys.
"speech"
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