THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT YOU — MARINA

[PINCHER]

Pincher loved and adored parties. But he wasn't really the one to be a wild chaos maker. He was iffy and picky on who he allowed to his parties and they tended to be prestigious and "show-off" like. They tended to be fancy to show off all he had worked hard for but this wasn't really his party. This was his college friends' party on their glamorous beach house and Pincher reluctantly had decided to accept the invitation even if he knew how wild the parties tended to become. Luckily for his friend, the man enjoyed parties that were located near the sea, his fondness and deep connection to the ocean always drawing him in. So, he had decided to get ready. It took a few hours due to how picky he was, changing to multiple outfits until deciding to just go simple but with a trace of glamour touching his appearance. He wore a solid pressed dark blue button up shirt and black jeans with a rather expensive watch hanging on his right wrist. He brushed his jet black hair to its usual style (he couldn't really do much with an undercut hairstyle but he had always had this style and couldn't see himself in anything different) and added some seasalt to give it that classical "surfer" wave to it. He glanced down at his watch, noticing it was time to head out if he wanted to arrive decently early.

He never liked being late but at the last second, he remembered he had stupid homework and halted at the door. He glanced at the sleek table in his apartment and hesitated before sighing, knowing that he preferred to be responsible than having fun. Guess he had to arrive late then. With soft Romanian curses falling from his lips, the tanned student settling down to focus on his work. It took an hour of scribbling and scrambling for answers, his eyebrows knitted with concentration until he finished and he finally was able to rise. He glanced at his watch again and flinched, realizing how much time had passed and the multiple texts he had received in his phone. Supposedly students from different colleges had been invited as well and Pincher wondered who would be there since he knew a decent amount of them. Sucking in a deep breath, he turned and headed out, grabbing his brown leather jacket and rushing to his ebony sleek car. He felt rather anxious since it had been a while since he had gone to a party but hopefully there would be booze to settle his nerves as he drove towards the seaside of the town, his cool blue eyes locked onto the setting sun as time passed. Finally, he arrived to the large beachhouse, eyes narrowing with slight envy though he simply remained deadly silent as he opened the door and stepped in.

He was met with screeching and explosive music, his ears drowned by all the vast noises. He swore he just heard a bottle shatter but he wasn't too sure until he watched his friend rush towards him with a drink while telling him to "drink up". "You said a couple of people. Not a whole fucking university..." Pincher grumbled as he grabbed the cup and glanced warily down at it while he watched his friend roll his eyes and telling him to not be such a buzzkill before heading to go dance. Pincher's lower jaw tightened as he heard the music only get louder and he tried to walk by, bumping into multiple people. Being the tall fuck he was, he bumped his forehead a bit on the low outlines of entryways before reaching the kitchen. He dumped the gross sugary alcohol his friend had given him into the sink and grabbed a bottle of vodka, opening it with ease and beginning to drink it by himself. He leaned against the frame of the sink as he watched others shout and dance, his figure stiff until the alcohol began to take its effect. A small chuckle. Then a few smiles. Rolling up his sleeves, the muscular man began to join in. His hair was already a bit tussled and he walked slowly to the backyard of the beachouse. As much as he wanted to have fun inside, he had heard some people were splashing around in the beach behind them and he halted at the backyard balcony to observe the other idiots splash each other. He closed his eyes as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his tall figure outlined by the setting sun as he inhaled the nicotine smoke and allowed his mind to wander. It was fun and all but he felt rather lonely. Maybe he shouldn't have broken up with that gal he had hooked up with a few weeks ago. But it didn't matter now, it was better he was alone than being scolded for every little thing he did as the Roux exhaled, smoke dancing away in the cool night air.

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