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“You mongrel, you must at least look decent for Thorn’s party.” Gregory stated, while roughly tying a tie onto Christophe’s neck. Today, the two were going to a party thrown by the son of Satan himself- who also happens to be a third party to both of them. The three of them were certainly not a secret, but were not totally in the open due to the fact that Christophe and Gregory are a very well known couple that leave women raging at the fact they cannot have the blond. Plus, most think Damien and Pip are together, yet they are simply just faking it.
“Ne me touche pas, j'ai tout sous contrôle.” Christophe grumbles, shoving the other away and fixing his tie himself. Surely Damien wouldn’t care if he showed up in his usual cigarette-smelling attire, but Gregory would rather die. Surely the black-haired boy would get his normal clothes to him after barely 10 minutes of being there. Who knows what kind of magic he has up his sleeve.
“Fine then, do as you wish. If people give you funny looks, it is simply not my fault.” Sadly, some higher-class individuals would be at this party due to Thorn’s connections, and as used to dressing up as he could possibly be, he just cannot deal with how tight fitting the clothing is. Eugh, absolutely horrible. “And remember, Tophe, no smoking. We all know Pip will be there and you know how he is with anything other than air.”
“Yes, yes, mon cher. I know well.” The brunet grumbles at the fact the other holds his hand out for him to give over the pack, and rolls his eyes as he pulls it out of his pocket.
After a short drive, the two finally arrive at the estate, and you can already tell that it’s a pretty fun party inside. Anyone who has ever known Damien knows that his idea of a party is drinks, kissing, music, and games. Christophe kind of enjoys it once he has a small buzz, usually ends up making a bit of a fool out of himself by the end. Gregory, on the other hand, stays fancy and professional. Sure, he’ll play a few games sometimes, but that’s all.
Approaching the door, Thorn immediately spots them. “Holy shit, my two favorites! Glad to have ya.” He pulls Christophe over and into a quick kiss, then pulling away and just pressing a kiss to Gregory’s cheek.
“Evening, Thorn. I made sure to dress Tophe nicely.” Gregory snickers, Christophe pulled in a tight side-hug. Damien has the worst shit-eating grin on his face.
“Against my damn will!” The brunet groans in quote-unquote ‘agony’. The black–haired man keeps his snarky grin, kissing his cheek.
“Now go, I’ll be inside in a bit.” He pushes the two inside, leaving them to roam around themselves. Gregory beelines for the crowd, immediately making everyones’ acquaintance as Christophe messes his hair up and goes for the snacks. They’re so different in their own ways, and Damien brings the two together. Speak of the devil,Thorn makes his way inside and joins the crowd next to Gregory. Of course, he doesn’t make any moves with their former classmates around; he’ll save that for later.
“‘Ey, where’s Chris? Haven’t seen him in a while, unlike how often I see your face.” Damien puts an arm around the blond, looking straight at his face with his usual smile. Gregory looks over, before motioning towards a snack table where the brunet makes a bit of small talk with Gary Harrison.
Gary wasn’t… easy to get along with to Christophe. A Mormon, lover of his shitty god, was very contrasting to him. Yet, they still somehow stay interesting to each other.
“What have you been up to my friend? Still your same old self?”
“Yes. I have been keeping busy with my line of work. I am required to travel a lot. Recently I have been to Russia, then-” Gary nods in understanding as he speaks, and Damien approaches Chris before wrapping an arm around him and poking his cheek.
“Heeeyy. Barely seen ya at all this year, come on! We gotta catch up.” He drags the brunet away, to a totally different room. Gary is speechless that their conversation was simply just- ended, like that!