11-22-2018, 12:47 AM
☁ The sound of a familiar voice calling his own name made Pierce jump slightly, hazel gaze flicking in the direction of the voice as he quickly matched it with its face- Tommy DeVito. Pierce didn't know the other man well; they were both very different people and thus hung out with different groups, but somehow, they had known each other for quite some time. When and how, he couldn't quite recall - probably connected through mutual friends of friends, or something -, but they'd been familiar with each other for a while now. And, though he'd never admit it aloud, the young man didn't usually forget a pretty face, and Tommy just so happened to fall under that category.
"Oh, hey, Tommy- uh, I wasn't planning on it tonight," he answered over the noise of the music and the sea of people around them. He tried leaving the answer open-ended like, "I wasn't planning on it but I'd take you home in literally two seconds if you asked," but it probably didn't come off that way. "It's, um, my friend's birthday, actually. What about you, looking for a new lady-friend, or something?" "Lady-friend" was a very nice way to refer to the girls that Tommy hung out with, and the way he usually treated them, but Pierce didn't want to sound mean, or anything. It was Agathe's voice that distracted him next, glancing in the pretty young woman's direction as a kind smile graced freckled features.
She was right, for sure, but Pierce supposed he could see the appeal in one-night stands. While he preferred to have some sort of connection, one of almost any kind, with the person he spent the night with before hand, he figured some liked the idea of no feelings or no strings attached. He wasn't too good with feelings, so maybe if he didn't get attached so easily, he would like them much more, too.
"I think it's more about the chase, huh? Feeling like you've earned a prize."
He looked over to Kit, making a face of mild distaste. "Well that's kind of gross, isn't it?" Did people really feel that way about, like, other people? That... wasn't very nice, but the blonde reminded himself that it wasn't really his place to judge, either. "I mean, like, a person can't really be a prize." A treasure? A gift? Sure. But a prize was further from a gift and closer to a trophy, something one showed off and bragged about and then left to collect dust in a little glass cabinet. But maybe he was looking too deeply into things.
"speech"
"Oh, hey, Tommy- uh, I wasn't planning on it tonight," he answered over the noise of the music and the sea of people around them. He tried leaving the answer open-ended like, "I wasn't planning on it but I'd take you home in literally two seconds if you asked," but it probably didn't come off that way. "It's, um, my friend's birthday, actually. What about you, looking for a new lady-friend, or something?" "Lady-friend" was a very nice way to refer to the girls that Tommy hung out with, and the way he usually treated them, but Pierce didn't want to sound mean, or anything. It was Agathe's voice that distracted him next, glancing in the pretty young woman's direction as a kind smile graced freckled features.
She was right, for sure, but Pierce supposed he could see the appeal in one-night stands. While he preferred to have some sort of connection, one of almost any kind, with the person he spent the night with before hand, he figured some liked the idea of no feelings or no strings attached. He wasn't too good with feelings, so maybe if he didn't get attached so easily, he would like them much more, too.
"I think it's more about the chase, huh? Feeling like you've earned a prize."
He looked over to Kit, making a face of mild distaste. "Well that's kind of gross, isn't it?" Did people really feel that way about, like, other people? That... wasn't very nice, but the blonde reminded himself that it wasn't really his place to judge, either. "I mean, like, a person can't really be a prize." A treasure? A gift? Sure. But a prize was further from a gift and closer to a trophy, something one showed off and bragged about and then left to collect dust in a little glass cabinet. But maybe he was looking too deeply into things.
"speech"