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[prodigyx]

[Type. David doesn't have a type. If he was being honest with himself he supposed his type would be Unavailable. His hook-ups always seemed to have that one pesky problem of having an overprotective significant other. Maybe he was a masochist.

This would explain his friendship with Tommy.

Well, that wasn't really fair. Tommy wasn't the problem. David was the problem - always would be the problem - and he knew that. It was why he'd put off this night out. One night stands with "normal" people were easy. A drink at a cafe. A taxi ride to their apartment. A good fuck - or semi-decent, at least - and then done. Back home before the taxi's filled with the drunks still buzzing from last call.

Easy. Simple. Boring as hell. But David deserved boring after the wreck from the past year. He didn't like it but it was all that was left. Everyone pretty much left him alone except for Tommy.

Tommy got under his skin in ways David couldn't describe. Definitely not his type and yet, here he was, at a flashy, glitzy nightclub that younger David may have enjoyed once. A shot in front of him and a flash of white hair with a dazzling smile.

Not his type.]

Pretty. Dark. Top Heavy. I don't think it will be too difficult to find someone matching that description.

[David took the shot and slid the glass back across the bar.]

I'm going to need another of those if you want to see any sort of 'moves' from me.

[mph]

[ Tommy grins and waves the bartender down, ordering two more shots for both of them and handing over his debit card to keep the tab open. A fucking debit card, him, like a fucking adult. He'd been technically some sort of unofficially emancipated minor before he even turned 18, but the idea of being an actual adult still seemed to damn far away. In spite of everything, in spite of the amount he drinks (illegally), in spite of having saved lives and holding the burden of legitimate responsibility, he's just 19. 19 with an income all his own, and a life all his own too.

It's great, all things considered. Old enough to know what he's doing, and young enough to get away with it.

He looks at David after he took both shots maybe longer than he should have, though perhaps for people who live at a normal speed it wasn't long at all. Then he's craning his neck again to look into the crowd, beginning to feel the buzz of 5 shots of tequila that won't last as long as he wishes it could. ]

Dark like goths who look like they'll stab you in your sleep or dark like black?

[ Neither are anything like Tommy himself, he think quickly in the back of his head at lightning speed. It's a thought gone fast enough to be easily dismissed, just like every other confusing and complicated thought he's had about his new best friend. ]