Chapter Text
—chapter 1—
Lights are dimmed, music’s high, the house is crammed with people no one initially knew, the floor is sticky from spilled drinks. Popular by Eric Saade is blasting all over the room. Pac is pressed between the edge of the couch and the 10+ people all sitting on it watching a makeshift dragshow put on by Roier. Pac’s drink is almost empty, a perfect excuse to get up from the couch.
He walks through the living room towards the kitchen having to push through multiple people. The lights shift and reflect the smoke that’s filled the apartment, pink then purple to blue to green and then back to pink.
In the kitchen things are chaotic to say the least. People stand like sardines everywhere he probably couldn't even catch a break in the washroom. He opens the fridge door and takes out a bottle and pours some random spirit in a cup together with a soda. His drunktired zombielike movements don't help him and he knocks someone's abandoned solo cup over as he turns around. It spills all over the counter, no one gives a fuck.
*”fuck.. uh well-”*
He puts some paper towels over the mess and turns around to walk back to the couch. It's just that as he turns around he doesn't notice the person standing in front of him. That he runs straight into and spills his drink all over him.
He looks pissed. But not drunk. Shit being sober at this kinda party id be pissed too..
”Hey.. sorry man”
Pac scratches his neck nervously with one hand and clutching his cup so hard it crumbles with the other. He looks up from the floor to the man's face. Shit. He is so fine- The first real Hottie of the party and he fumbled immediately. Great. Pac looks over at him again, the guy is tall, fit, seems grounded. He could use a little bit more hair but whatever.
”Hey.”
He lets out a deep sigh scanning his eyes over pac with a tired expression. He looks him up, and down then sighs again.
“Fine! Its fine just-“
“You look good-“
Pac blurts out in a half second regretting it as soon as the first word leaves his mouth.
Smoke slips into the kitchen from the recently opened door, the lights change from pink, to purple, to blue, to green back to pink, to blue.. The hot guy doesn't answer. He stands there looking given up.
“Save it for someone else, im in no mood”
He stands there staring right into Pac's soul with a tired expression. But not moving for some reason.
“Sounds like you need-“
“What a drink? Yeah I wish but I'm not planning on staying. Plus I'm forced to drive.”
“Damn.. why not stay.. the party’s nice you know”
“Im just passing by to pick someone up”
“I'll help! Who are you looking for?!”
Perfect! Getting to hang around a hot guy more is nothing Pac would ever say no to. Finding someone in this mess won't exactly be quick.
“… fine. Im looking for a friend of a freind.. his names like Etolies you know him?”
Oac has heard of him before, if hes right hes by the snacktable downstairs.
“Nah not really, why are you looking for him?”
“I'm only supposed to pick him up, my mate Phil knows him. But he doesnt wanna go in”
“Oh that's why you're dressed so… casual.. sorry about your shirt again.”
Pac looks down at his own party outfit containing a fair amount of fabric but not nearly as much compared to the other guy. Ugh maybe it's too little for this kinda party afterall. Ah the hot guy doesn't really seem to be the kinda guy who likes that stuff.. damn unlucky.
”i already said it's fine, that's that. And there is nothing wrong with my outfit just cus i am atleast wearing clothes”
“No- there is nothing wrong. You still caught my attention”
Pac smiles awkwardly, he's usually okay at flirting but this is just horrendous. Maybe he should just give up.
“I mean a more fun outfit wouldn't hurt.. but this is still more than fine”
He adds on not making anything better.
He regrets the flirting once more, can't he just stop? It's not like it's working anyway. He stands there awkwardly afraid to make stuff even worse for himself.
“Youre *drunk*. I'm a random man you met at a party. That's not ideal you know, i dont even know your name”
The guy has a hint of a smile on his face now, although barely noticeable.
“It's Pac! My name is Pac. Yours?”
He responds immediately as on a cue. He's now back on the confident side of his usual drunk flirting standing up straight (or as straight as possible when buzzed).
“And what's the problem with us not knowing each other, that's what-"
“Save it Pac. I still gotta be back in the car with Etolies as soon as I can. With or without your help”
He starts walking back out of the kitchen almost disappearing into the smoke.
“Name’s Fit by the way”
“Fine fine..ill help”
He rushes after the fit, catching up to him quickly. Smoke fills his eyes and music and chatter fills his ears. It's getting harder and harder to follow what's happening in the chaos of the small house.
Fit keeps walking calmly looking for Etolies. He stops a few times asking around if anyone had seen him. Pac is getting more and more dizzy as he walks but still wanting to spend time with Fit he keeps his head high.
His head spins a little bit more than usual but it's probably fine, it always is. He wobbles around steadying himself on anything he can grab.
He finds it a bit annoying to not be as awake as everyone else as he stumbles around the makeshift dancefloor, or maybe that's there all the time. After all it's Roier's house so you never know.
He can't even remember how it usually looks like, he's been here only at parties lately. Suddenly his head starts spinning hard again. It just hets worse and-