Reach Up High - I Kavinsky wasn't prone to honesty in any sense of the word, and he was not prone to self-discovery or growth, and he was not prone to revealing himself to other people. In fact, if questioned, he would lie and fabricate and hedge as much as he could. This was a survival technique, but it was also just a thing that he did because he liked it.
He also liked knives. He also liked watching people squirm.
While he was alone, he played with the knife, doing that trick of stabbing into the table between his fingers with increasing speed. And when someone finally joined him and they were informed what they were supposed to do, Kavinsky whistled low.
He pointed at the other with the blade of his knife. "Maybe you should go first. My list is pretty fuckin' long."
Follow Me Down - I cw: underage drinking and drug use Kavinsky didn't need Hell's drugs to have a good time. He had his own. Plus a little extra for anyone that caught him in a good mood.
There was loud music, people talking like they weren't in Hell, strong drinks. It was the sort of thing that Kavinsky really liked about having snuck into bars back in Virginia and Maryland. He felt bright and alive, even through the milky haze of his drug and liquor.
That was becoming a regular thing for him. Catch him at most any time and he was stoned or rolling, drunk or well on his way. Starting his fourth month in Hell shouldn't make that much of a difference to him. If anything, this was an improvement over Henrietta, and he'd stand by that.
Plus. Karaoke. Who could say no to that?
He glanced to his left, the person that had just rolled up to look at the book of songs as well. "Any requests?"
Follow Me Down - II cw: underage drinking and drugs, potential for sex with a minor (17) - m/m only for smut Kavinsky loved the club. Bright and loud and thumping, music, people all around. He didn't care so much about the dancers, but he did enjoy the atmosphere, and that everyone just let go even more in a place like this.
There were the machines of course, which Kavinsky was more than happy to investigate, especially if he had a friend at his side. But more than that, he was interested in those drinks traveling around.
Kavinsky didn't need a potion to get into this kind of mindset, but a little liquid encouragement never hurt anyone. And, besides, he could always hold onto it for someone else.
It was a good time, and he was going to have a good night, blissed out or not.
Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle | OTA
Kavinsky wasn't prone to honesty in any sense of the word, and he was not prone to self-discovery or growth, and he was not prone to revealing himself to other people. In fact, if questioned, he would lie and fabricate and hedge as much as he could. This was a survival technique, but it was also just a thing that he did because he liked it.
He also liked knives. He also liked watching people squirm.
While he was alone, he played with the knife, doing that trick of stabbing into the table between his fingers with increasing speed. And when someone finally joined him and they were informed what they were supposed to do, Kavinsky whistled low.
He pointed at the other with the blade of his knife. "Maybe you should go first. My list is pretty fuckin' long."
Follow Me Down - I cw: underage drinking and drug use
Kavinsky didn't need Hell's drugs to have a good time. He had his own. Plus a little extra for anyone that caught him in a good mood.
There was loud music, people talking like they weren't in Hell, strong drinks. It was the sort of thing that Kavinsky really liked about having snuck into bars back in Virginia and Maryland. He felt bright and alive, even through the milky haze of his drug and liquor.
That was becoming a regular thing for him. Catch him at most any time and he was stoned or rolling, drunk or well on his way. Starting his fourth month in Hell shouldn't make that much of a difference to him. If anything, this was an improvement over Henrietta, and he'd stand by that.
Plus. Karaoke. Who could say no to that?
He glanced to his left, the person that had just rolled up to look at the book of songs as well. "Any requests?"
Follow Me Down - II cw: underage drinking and drugs, potential for sex with a minor (17) - m/m only for smut
Kavinsky loved the club. Bright and loud and thumping, music, people all around. He didn't care so much about the dancers, but he did enjoy the atmosphere, and that everyone just let go even more in a place like this.
There were the machines of course, which Kavinsky was more than happy to investigate, especially if he had a friend at his side. But more than that, he was interested in those drinks traveling around.
Kavinsky didn't need a potion to get into this kind of mindset, but a little liquid encouragement never hurt anyone. And, besides, he could always hold onto it for someone else.
It was a good time, and he was going to have a good night, blissed out or not.