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[Damien M. Searyder]

Damien looked thoughtfully at his drink, watching the amber liquid as he swirled it around the glass. Some blond bimbo was talking at him. Damien wasn't normally the picky type but this girl was just to much. It looked like her make up had been put on with a paint roller and that was clearly not the chest the universe had originally endowed her with. Not the type of person he was into. It wasn't to hard to read women like this, no doubt she had some sort of self-esteem or affection issue and was used to, due to her now altered appearance, having every guy look at her when she walked into a room. All Damien really wanted was for her to go away. Downing the rest of his drink, he stood up straight and looked at the woman, who seemed ecstatic by his sudden attention in her.

"Could you leave me alone?" clearly it had not been the reaction she had expected and took a step back in shock, Damien couldn't help his snort of laughter, "Clearly, I'm not interested. Why not go try someone else? I'm sure there's some skeazy guy you could go home with to regret in the next morning," now she just looked angry and Damien casually slid a cigarette between his lips, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do then to listen to whatever drivel has been falling out of your mouth," turning to exit the bar, he left the woman behind him in the dust. Yeah maybe it was a little mean, but he hadn't a very good day and honestly, she had been really, really annoying. Enough to make him want a cigarette. Or was that the fourth glass of whiskey. Somewhere between the two.

Stepping into the cool night air, he leaned against the wall outside the club, sliding the filter between his lips and lighting the cigarette. He really needed something better than this tonight. Maybe if the women stopped hitting on him, maybe that would help. He just wasn't in the mood for them tonight. Some nights he was chasing skirts like he was going to die the next day, but some nights, like tonight, they just rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe Damien needed to just start going up and hitting on guys, it's not like he had a big issue embarrassing himself. And accidentally hitting on a straight guy was always more uncomfortable for them than for him. Damien didn't really know what was going on with him, everything had just seemed so trite. Unimportant. Every night was starting to blur together, all the faces and the names just mixing together. Different and yet incredibly mononotous. He needed something exciting. A change. He just couldn't exactly figure out what. Exhaling a large puff of smoke, he flicked the tip to ask the cigarette and looked up at the sky and then back to the ground.

"Come on, everchanging universe, time to change," That's how it worked right? The universe was always supposed to have something in store, to kick you off your feet when life gets predictable and comfortable. The problem, Damien had found through out his short years on the planet, was that sometimes ran a little late. And so you were stuck there tapping your foot, fingers crossed, prepared to scold it when it finally showed up. And then it blindsides you with whatever it brings with it you forget how much you hated the predictability and you beg for it again. Humans are strange creatures. Damien had decided that pretty early on though, somewhere around the time he was introduced to Henna and had demanded his mother paint his entire body with the dye. So around 5 or 6, he squinted thinking about it, dragging the cigarette. It had been a basic idea at the time, humans are weird. As he grew older he'd begun to realize how they all seemed to be walking contradictions. Hypocrites. No one is completely innocent, we're all guilty of some horrible thing no matter what we like to say. Or even if we know it at all, "Strange, strange little creatures..."

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[Prince Jessup Myron Levins]

Jessy never felt better than when he was letting loose. There was no easier time to do exactly that then in the club with his best friend and wingman, Damien. They’d been friends for a few years now and had made it a routine to go out clubbing (previously with fake IDs in their youth) and pick up people. When they didn’t score by the end of the night, they could both go out and laugh happily over their adventures of the night drinking fatty milkshakes and scarfing down a few greasy hamburgers at the local all-night diner near the newly developed highway. It became routine for them – enjoying life with no consequences and rehashing stories to one another either when the stories didn’t pan out or the next day after they had. Neither left feeling abandoned because it was an understood and silent pact between them. There were occasions when one would leave with a partner for the night and the other wouldn’t, but any time this happened, Jess never minded giving up the night with the newest snag in lieu of hanging out with his best friend. Times like that, Damien would even insist he had a good night for the both of them. It wasn’t as though the same hadn’t happened the opposite way multiple times either. This night though, it seemed they both were either not interested enough or not having the best luck.

While dancing with a particularly chatty girl, at least a foot shorter than himself, Jessy eyed Damien at the bar looking incredibly bored and annoyed by a blonde bimbo. When he saw him leave for a cigarette outside, Jessy decided he’d follow after. “It’s been fun! I have to go.” He had moved towards the girl’s ear and shouted enough that she could hear through the pulsing noise of music from the speakers adorned on both sides of the DJ. He didn’t wait for a response since he wasn’t asking her permission, before he strode away, pushing through the throngs of people bouncing and moving to the beats, wet with the sweat, alcohol, and drugs of the night. When he finally pushed past the door to the outside, Jessy took a big and grateful inhale of air. “Wow, never noticed how much it smells in there until I get some fresh air. Surprised we didn’t choke back there.” He laughed a little as he walked up on his friend and pulled out a metal case from the inside of his black leather jacket.

Jessy was in a good mood. He hadn’t exactly hit it off with any girl specifically, but he always found himself in a good mood when he was around humans and not stuck in his role as Prince. The fortunate thing was that going out and about with Damien was getting a lot easier than when he’d once had to sneak out or bribe a guard or two. It seemed his father had even found out and encouraged Jessy to sew his wild oats now. His mother was not happy, but boys would be boys and his father had sided with him. He had two entire months to enjoy being in the human world before he had to return back to his serious reality of expectation. His shoulders lifted as he took a big inhale and dropped when he let it out in a content sigh. “It does all get a little boring after a while, doesn’t it? At least we’ve still got style.” He nudged Damien with his shoulder, smiling a very typical Jessy smile to perk up his best friend. “This scene is old. Let’s go do something else, yeah? I don’t mind cutting out early. But I’m definitely not going home! So you’ve got to be sure to entertain me.” He chuckled and then pulled Damien’s shirt sleeve to urge him to follow him. The game did get annoying after a while, and honestly didn’t excite Jessy any time. He went after tons of girls because that was just another expectation of his sex. It was prevalent that as a young man, he was to explore and enjoy. He tried, but usually felt like he was coming up short on the joy. “Let’s go make our own fun.”

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notes; I don't know if this was really bad or I'm just insecure but either way let's blame it on me being sick! That works

[Damien M. Searyder]

Oh Jessy! Jessup was definitely something. Actually, he was perfect but he would just politely tell him that he was "something". Damien may've had an open sexuality but Jessy seemed to be as straight as an arrow. Not that Damien had ever turned it into an issue. In fact, without the sexual tension (that was obvious on Damien's part) and little pokes to the idea on occasion, it wasn't even an issue in their friendship. Because, obviously, Jessy didn't see it. So, Damien had just chosen to sort of lock those feelings down, it's not like it bothered him. That was one thing Damien was really thankful for about his upbringing, he could accept things as they came and let them go as they left, even though he had feelings for Jessy it wouldn't change their friendship. Most importantly, it hadn't changed who Damien was. "Did you see her? Honestly, I've seen less plastic on a Barbie doll!" it was an answer in their friendship. Damien was a sarcastic kid but Jessy got it. Damien hadn't liked the girl wouldn't leave him alone, he was uncomfortable, and he did something about it. Damien didn't need to say anymore.

Pulling out his cell, he checked the time, cigarette dangling from his pouty lips and nodded in agreement, "Wanna pick up a fifth? Go bullshit at the water or in the woods somewhere," Damien honestly did just like having fun Jessup. Drinking and just being themselves. Often Damien got shit from people about being confusing, about how his two personalities clashed, he was pretty sure his partner in crime actually liked it about him. He'd taken a bit of pride in it. There had been many times they'd stumbled through the woods, each clenching the neck of a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other and Damien just talked about the Earth. About the energy that it sent through him, how it helped him live, how it had brought great people into his life. It brought me you, Jessy! It's a wonderful thing! he said it every time. The 'it' changed depending on the conversation but somehow he always worked something about Jessy in, "You're always welcome to come back to my place, like always." He gave a flirty wink and clicked his tongue, more as a joke to his friend. He was always jokingly flirting with Jessy. But to be fair that's because Damien was a big flirt. Just with him...

He threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it, "I didn't need to get laid tonight anyways. Who needs orgasm when they've got a friend like you," he laughed, clapping the boy on the back with a smile, "Chicks ain't got nothin' on you man. Though there are a few guys..." Damien grinned widely as he let his voice trail off, "Woods? Booze? Yes? I won't fall down a hill this time. I promise. Scouts honor," with the last words he held up the first two fingers of his left hand. To bad he hadn't been a scout. Not that he wanted to have been one anyway, it just might've made it more believable.

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[Prince Jessup Myron Levins]

“Oh I saw her. Every other guy in the place was practically drooling over her.” He shook his head in a frustrated way, not proud at all by the fact that their sex was utterly predictable and far too easy to please. Was it so bad for guys to have some standards in these days? Was a good rack, even an artificial one, better than something with more substance? “It was really sickening, actually. I’m pretty tired of the blatantly pathetic needs of most guys. I’m fine with exploring sexual adventures, but I at least like something real.” Jessy let out a light sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I’m the only one left with standards.” He admired that Damien did as he pleased. He didn’t try to sugarcoat things or tiptoe around an issue. He appreciated his upfront and blunt attitude and was usually more amused by the outcome then he ever was annoyed. Even when Damien took to brutal honesty with Jessy, he opened the criticism happily, knowing that his best friend had his interests at heart. Even when they were picking on each other or being sarcastic, their friendship always managed to ring true.

He opened the small metal case in his hands to reveal two rows of perfectly rolled joints. He quickly grabbed one and replaced the case in his jacket. He put the joint between his lips and searched for his lighter, finding the metal zippo in the wrong pocket and quickly using it before replacing it in the correct spot. He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, letting out a content sigh. He held it out to Damien, offering him some. They always shared with each other and had no qualms about it. After the time in the club, Jessy needed the reliever to calm his nerves and prepare him for the fun he was sure they were about to have. Jessy laughed happily at the flirty joke from his friend. “I think you are drunk, my friend. Or at least nearly there.” A smile graced his near perfect features as he stared down his best friend. “I believe we’ll have to fix that.” He paused, raising an eyebrow and getting a mischievous look in his eyes. “After all, isn’t it the famous Risingsun that says any problem can be solved by getting really really wasted?”

Most of the time, Jessy was convinced that the flirting were only jokes but could tell that if he said yes, Damien probably wouldn’t hesitate to be serious about the matter. They were both attractive young men and it was known that Damien spent time with whomever he pleased, female or male, and it didn’t matter. Jessy never did. He was always with a different girl, enjoying her company and then politely leaving her behind to rejoin his life with his best friend and his obligations waiting at home. He wasn’t supposed to have sexual or emotional moments with men. “As always, I think I’ll take advantage of your hospitality even if you revoke the offer.” It was acceptable in a general sense in the kingdom, but not for the crowned prince. ( How hypocritical. ) There was a bitter edge to his thoughts that surprised him. He hadn’t realized how much the idea had bothered him until now, when some alcohol was swirling in his stomach and the smoke was getting to his head in a relaxing and safe way.

He felt fine thinking about the matter now that his guard was down and he wasn’t constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed by his personal guard or other personnel from the kingdom. He usually paid them off. His sisters had to be protected at all times, but Jessy could easily hold his own. His father had taught him well in the matter of self-defense, even if Jessy preferred to remain in a passive matter. He’d use his words and intellect before he’d raise a fist, but he wasn’t incapable of doing so. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Damien.” He winked at him, pushing his hand down so he’d stop embarrassing himself and laughing the whole time. He held out his arm, bent with his elbow towards Damien, offering him to walk with him like that, mostly for Damien’s safety, but also just because he could. Appearances didn’t matter much to Jessy anyway and who was to say he didn’t want it to look exactly like it did?

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notes; Even Jessy is being a little flirty ;]

[Damien M. Searyder]

Damien hit the offered joint happily, and quite deeply, exhaling a large, milky puff of smoke as he handed it back to his friend. He couldn't help but agree with Jessy, he was well on his way to getting drunk, at this point he was at the tip of tipsy. "I have said that, it's very true. It's good to know you're listening. It'd be such a shame if my insight wasn't heard," and laughed, nodding as Jessup told him he'd probably crash, which was no problem for Damien. His futon still had all the extra blankets and pillows from the last time his friend had spent the night. Mostly because he was lazy and he had spent most evenings at home talking with other people in the house (he did live in a commune at all), preforming reiki sessions, and smoking dirty shesha bowls with his parents. And so dealing with it hadn't really come up.

He looped his arm through his friend's happily and with no thought, they stop by the liquor store first. And Damien wasted no time in dragging the two of them there, it was just down the block and then they'd head where ever next. He ran in, grabbing a fifth for each of them. Deciding to spoil Jessy by grabbing his favorite and was out quickly, "Do you know what I love?" he asked, walking out with a shit eating grin on his face and holding up the two bottles, outside covered by brown papers bags, "Liquor stores at night. Two seconds, honestly! To the woods, my lovely friend?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and handing Jessy his drink with a wink, "I spoil you rotten, just so you know."

Honestly, Jessy was Damien's best friend. And he had meant every word he had said to him in a completely platonic sense. He was good at separating his emotions and it really didn't bother him in the slightest. It was better to have the boy as a friend than not have him in his life at all. He'd never tried anything with him and he never would unless given the okay. Regardless of the situation. He loved Jessup platonical. He cared about him romantically. And he really did want to bang him. And he was good at keeping all those things separate from each other. For both his and his friend's sakes. Some days were worse than others, and wondered if somewhere between the booze and the blond it had turned into one of those days. He couldn't keep from thinking to himself how attractive Jessup seemed to look tonight, how it seemed like tonight could be the night. He knew it was and he wasn't going to delude himself into thinking otherwise. But was it wrong to hope? To it mean he couldn't really keep it all divided from each other? Or was it just a bad day when it came to it all?

He started heading towards the direction of the woods instinctively, making sure Jessy was beside him with a smile, "Have you ever had a really big feeling inside of you? And you want to expel it, you want to tell the person. And regardless of the outcome you don't want things to change because you're not saying it because you want things to change or you want that outcome. You just think it's fair that they should know. But you know that if you say it, everything's going to change," his eyes were glassy as he mused, lighting another cigarette and seeming to just be musing on the subject. It wasn't uncommon for him to think of ideas and discussions that had nothing to do with what was going on in either of their lives and he was pretty sure Jessup would be none the wiser. It probably helped that he thought Damien was well on his way to drunk, rambling was his strong point when he'd a had a few. But it wasn't, it had a base. And it was Jessy. He was going to be his friend no matter what but would it be the same for Jessy? And that's why he had asked. Not that it would do much. Every one could be a hypocrite when it came to things like that. They're accepting in theory but in practice....BOOM!

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[Prince Jessup Myron Levins]

Jessy watched the long delicate drag of a true stoner. They’d shared weed several times in their friendship and more often than not. They enjoyed how they felt closer to nature in that way. Things felt easy and primal being high. He returned the joint to his own lips and took a few puffs, inhaling clean air after each puff in order to push the smoke deeper into his lungs. After a long inhale of smoke and air, Jessy pulled the joint from his lips and kept them closed while his chest remained unmoving as he let the smoke seep into his nerves. By the time he let out the exhale, the smoke had all but dissipated completely. “Indeed. We’d all be in a lot of trouble without your humble insights.” He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he messed with his friend. It was comforting to know that their friendship could withstand joking. They both had a large sense of humor and little defensiveness in them. Jessy hated that most about others he’d tried to befriend in his life – most took life too seriously for his tastes. They couldn’t seem to lose their hang-ups even on the small stuff in life and ended up spending more time stressed out and on edge than really living.

Jessy did not follow as his friend entered he liquor store and then exited in a matter of minutes. Instead, he took time to enjoy the cool breeze of the night on his face as he took long hits from the joint hanging idly between his slim fingers. He smiled brightly at his friend’s happiness over the simple things in life. It was yet another thing he loved about the boy he called his closest friend. Damien enjoyed the good small things and didn’t sweat the small things that weren’t so good. “Off we go then!” He chuckled happily, taking the drink from Damien with a small bow to signify the brilliance in Damien’s selfless thinking. “Of course I know. You would never let me forget something as important as that.” They both spoiled one another. They knew the likes and dislikes of each other as easily as they knew their own and often considered each other in most ventures. Jessy had found himself buying or looking for multiple items that would satisfy Damien whenever he was out and about doing things or going to a store. It was a rare day when one of them didn’t come together and hand off the newest item or idea they’d thought of for the other. They were caring friends in that way and confident enough in themselves not to care how ‘fruity’ it might seem.

Jessy finished the joint and then got another out for Damien, having had his fill of weed for now since he had the drink. Even if Damien didn’t use it now, Jessy knew he’d use it eventually. Jessy took a swig from the bottle, enjoying the burning feeling as it rolled down his insides and soothed his every nerve. He nodded as he listened to his best friend, waiting for him to finish before he replied. “Of course. Anyone who says otherwise would be lying.” He sighed. “It’s hard sharing things like that with someone, unsure if they’ll take it the wrong way. Especially if you hope for the change to happen as much as you hope they’ll leave it be if they don’t want the same. It’s nearly impossible battling with both sides of that. On one hand, if they want things to change as well, then that’s fantastic and could mean so many things. On the other, they could not want that and then never see you the same for having suggested it, even if only to speak of it and not to act on it.”

He shook his head, frustrated at the idea. “It’s natural for feelings and thinking to merge in that way. You might feel something so deep but the thought of letting it out is terrifying and your brain will work over time to tell you all the reasons mentioning it would be horrible.” He took another swig of the drink and smiled. “I think that I’d rather someone tell me though. I don’t like things being hidden. Like with you and me. We tell each other everything even when we don’t want to or we shouldn’t. It’s never made us weaker. Exact opposite, I’d say.” He smiled, patting his friend on the back to reassure him. “Of course things could change, but isn’t that the exciting aspect of life? As amazing as things are now, imagine how they can change to be something greater. Any aspect of your life yields the potential to offer you so much more, as long as you let it. I heard something once.” He thought for a second, trying to remember it exactly. “It was something like: you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take. I think that’s worth living by. As scary as change can be – you might be missing out on something greater if you don’t give change a chance.”

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notes; Damien can get him talking so easily. He's mostly oblivious to what Damien is saying, but he naturally wonders if it might be about him.

[Damien M. Searyder]

All Damien could do was listen to Jessy as he spoke. And the more he said the more Damien wanted to kiss him, to rip that drink out of his hand, a plant a nice, sloppy kiss with lots of tongue right on that perfect mouth of his. But he knew it was a bad idea and he took a long swig of his own bottle, “Let’s say you know all that though. You know it and it makes sense to you. But wasn’t a smart man – and by smart man I mean me- it’s easy to know something but believing it is a much different matter,” and he couldn’t help lighting up another cigarette as he looked at his friend and they began their decent into the dark woods, “This is a person you can’t stand the idea of being without. They make you laugh. Let’s say they’re quite possibly the best friend you’ve ever had,” now clenching the cigarette in his teeth as he grabbed branches with his hands to create more stability, “You can’t picture a world without them. But you have this thing, this gnawing little monster deep down inside of you that won’t let it be just that. Now, here’s the problem, taking that step means risking everything, doesn’t it? Yes, the answer could be good and maybe you even have the inkling it might be good. Which is all fine and dandy but you get to the flip side of that coin. What if it’s not good? What if it’s rejection? Now, you can’t look at them without feeling hurt and you try to swallow it down but they can’t look at you either without knowing you have those feelings,” exhaling a large puff of smoke as he talked, Damien turned and offered his dirty hand to Jessy, “Sure, you say you’ll never grow apart but it’s a lie. By the same time next year the most you’re hearing from them is when they wish you happy birthday on your Facebook wall or need your help in one of those stupid Facebook games.”

He couldn’t stop himself from talking, even when he knew he needed to stop. Damien was saying to much, revealing much more than he had ever begun to think he could. Sure he told Jessy as much as he could but no one could completely tell someone everything. Especially when part of you involved wanting to throw them down in the dirty and drunkenly have your way with them. And his friend definitely fell into that category and the more they drank the worse it got. Regardless of the fact Damien knew his friend was all about the ladies and that they probably were just friends, alcohol and weed made a very good combination for dulling the voice that kept reminding him of those things. Maybe he could even get away with being cross faded as an excuse. But it would still happen, they would drift apart. Was it truly better to have someone as your friend then not have them in your life at all?

“I just wonder if maybe there’s no real way to win the situation unless you’re absolutely sure the person will say yes. You’ll spend the whole time being too worried about the outcome when you see them that you can’t even bring it up and then when they’re gone you wish you had. Even though you know the risk is losing them completely. It’s one of those double edged blade where you really need a ‘I heard from Kelly who told James who read Brian’s text messages from Liam that said they like you’. I mean, what kind of emotional world is that to live in for the rest of your life,” dragging the cigarette deeply and taking many chugs from his bottle before exhaling the smoke, Damien’s gaze lazily and drunkenly fell on Jessy, “What would you do? If you were in that place? Or even better, if you were the person. Would you want the person to tell you? Curiosity tolls.”

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