10-22-2018, 07:50 PM
LUCERYS VELARYON // M, 20 M/O // SUNHAVEN
"Whaaat? i'm not trashed, just a little.. yeah, i'm trashed. nevermind." lucerys snickered as he stood up, walking over to the speaker to see what was playing next before he started his own little dance with a group of girls which probably thought he was their best friend the moment he started dancing. beyonce was his shit, he told them. girls loved beyonce. maybe he was too comfortable with all of these women, but it was merely fun to him- he didn't flirt all that often, and the moment they came to close to him, he backed away from them a little and kept some distance. he was trashed, but he had morals. no lap dances from women he didn't know.
"just get up and dance, fin! you'll have fun!" lucerys called out over the music, feeling the unfamiliar tug of the leather cat suit he wore. someone was pulling on his tail, apparently. "hey, hey. expensive prop, thank you." grinned lucerys as he pulled away from the girl's grasp, taking a sip from his solo cup once again before lifting the pizza slice held in the other hand, up to his mouth to eat.
multi-tasking, bitches.
WHY SHOULD I PLAY THIS GAME OF PRETEND?