Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Synesthesia => Topic started by: Anonymous on August 16, 2010, 12:41:33 pm
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The room was spinning slowly. Even spun when Patch closed his eyes, which suited him fine. There was nothing like getting smashed while listening to techno music. Now, what'd I come here for? he wondered. His memory wasn't that great but he knew there had to be some reason he chose this particular club.
Oh yeah! That Frazier dude, he's got better drugs. Now where's dat rascal... he thought scanning the mass of dancing bodies. His dealer had described Frazier and even told him that he'd be here tonight.
He noticed a tall orange haired dude on the edge of the crowd, looking bored. Patches moved through the bodies on the dance floor, knowing that if he went around them he'd probably fall on his ass.
"Frazier? Meh dealer told me bout ya. Gots that fairy stuff you've been sellin others? Always wanted to try it." Patch said as he got close to him. He swayed slightly on his feet but managed to stay upright.
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Frazier had been at home doing nothing before coming to Synesthesia, he felt like he was doing the same here. He knew he could push his drugs anywhere, that he could get almost anyone interested in his kind of poison. Today however seemed to be a slightly different story. People weren't coming up to him like they usually did. It made his job something he had to work at. He hadn't had to do that recently. People always knew his name.
The music was good though, and so was the scenery. He liked techno nights here, there was a better chance he could sell some X. There was also a better chance he could sell Valencay. He had a regular set of customers for it, but having new contacts always lead to more contacts and more money. Frazier cracked his knuckles and adjusted the bag that ran across his chest.
He was about to push himself off the wall when someone he hadn't met approached him. He turned on the electric smile as the guy got straight to business. A dealer who would point customers towards Frazier intrigued him though. Once a customer went to Frazier the chances of going back to their original was somewhat slim.
"Of course I do. Finally gave it a name recently. Valenclay, Valen or VC for short." He adjusted the bag again. The clink of the a couple of the vials could be heard by people who were close enough to him. He looked down at the guy, he was always looking down at people, he was just too damn tall.
"Just for my benefit, what's your name? Also, the name of that dealer?"
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" VC huh? Dat's trippy. He's called Vex. Samples to much of his own product, kinda screwy in the head. I'm Patches." he said gesturing to the patches on his pants.
He frowned at the sound of clinking vials. "Hope dares other ways of takin that stuff. Bruises don't look good to the guys at work. Course when Paradox picks me it won't mater much."
The fabric of his pants tightened slightly. Down boy. he thought to it smiling slight at the thought of Frazier naked. Even thinkin about drugs made him horny.
He fumbled around in his pockets for some credit.
"This should be enough" Patches said holding it out to him.
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Frazier smirked at Vex's name. He knew Vex, sort of. He'd probably be out of business soon anyway. He wasn't very reliable. Frazier was more than glad to take customers from him. It felt good to show up someone like that. He took a deep breath.
"Nah," Frazier wove his hand somewhat dismissively. "The vials are just a way to carry it, some people just straight drink it. Others mix a little in with a beverage." He mimed stirring with a straw. He started to move towards a darker corner and waved Patches to follow him.
"Patches hmm? I like it." He looked the boy over. He had obviously been around the block a time or two. He smiled his wide smile.
"So Patches this is your first ride?" He flipped open the bag reaching in between some cloth to let his fingers land on slippery glass. He liked the cold feeling on his fingers. With his other hand he reached out to take the money from Patches.
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"First ride on this yeah. Course I've tried loads of other stuff." Patches said stealing a glass of water off someone else's table. What kinda prude orders water at a club? Patch thought.
He sat and stirred the mixture together with a straw. "I take it this stuff works better if you don't mix it with anything? Ah well I'm a noob at this, might as well have it a tad diluted. "
He downed it and smiled at the fruity aftertaste. A couple of seconds later he started to feel high, as if he was a floating balloon on the ceiling of the club. Frazier seemed to glow with orange light, and the beats of the techno ran through his body like warm waves of light.
"Dis shits strong" he murmured faintly, and took off his shirt. He was suddenly to warm for it, and the music waves seemed to sink into his skin faster. His pants tightened more and trying to look natural he rubbed it quietly, from the outside of his pants. He had been thrown out of some clubs in the past for this, but it was hard to ignore his little friend.
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Frazier grinned a little, more like baring his teeth when Patches stole a glass of water and mixed the VC into the glass. It gave the glass a slight glow. It was down his throat before Frazier could tell him to take it slow, the first ride was a little bit harsher than the ones after. It was easier to fall into that orange Technicolor Wonderland. He shrugged to himself as he watched Patches peel off his shirt, he didn't feel so bad now.
He moved a little bit closer to Patches. When a client took their first ride he normally stayed with them, showed he cared right? He smiled slowly.
"Oh yeah, it'll be a hell of a ride the first time." Frazier's eyes were shiny in the lights as he looked at Patches. He noticed Patches hand rubbing against his pants and smirked. "It's more of a creeping thing every other time." His voice was like a seductive snake next to Patches ear.
"How's it feel?" Frazier could take the drug himself but it didn't have quite the kick. Most people didn't know where it came from and he liked it that way. They didn't know it came from him.
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"Warm" Patches moaned quietly. Frazier's voice was seductive in his ear and he could feel the mans warm breath on it.
Everything was glowing and pulsing rhythmically but Frazier most of all. He was like his own bright star. Patches needed him. He wasn't sure if this was just the drug talking but if it was he didn't care.
He reached with his free hand towards Frazier's shirt and wiggled his hand under it to stroke his chest. Little sparks of pleasure seemed to radiant off Frazier and he wanted more. The sparks were almost like a web of electricity connecting them together. He rubbed himself a bit slower, wanting the sensation to last. There was nothing he had ever taken that was this good. He was Frazier's bitch now and loving every second of it.
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Frazier gave a chuckle as Patches pulled him closer. He loved watching a client's first time. Everything was new and exciting. It was all about the experience. Later on things got a little more serious sometimes if they developed a real thirst for it. In the beginning though it was all about the world around the buyer. That was a world Frazier liked to be in.
He gave a low growl when Patches ran a hand up his chest, and slid a hand down through patches hair to the back of his neck. He could see the all out want and need in the other man's eyes. He loved it when people wanted him, he really really did. That look they got in their eyes when they saw him. The way they grabbed him.
Desperation was far sexier than any outfit.
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"Electric." he whispered in wonder. He wished Frazier could feel it too. Is he feeling it? he wondered and the thought quickly left his head.
A hand went into his hair and down to his neck. The sparks seemed to intensify and sink from the tips of Frazier's fingers into his head. "Frazier, I ......need you." he whispered looking into his eyes.
He wanted him closer. Though how close was the question wasn't it? It depended on Frazier. He tentatively ran his hand under Frazier's navel. His eyes questioning if he should go lower.
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Even though this was Aedolis and Frazier knew better than anyone that sex was rather normal just about anywhere he was a man of tastes. At least that's what he told himself. The more practical reason was that he never knew when another customer would come into a club he was hanging out at. They could be anywhere, and he couldn't be bothered to keep track of who's truth he had manipulated that week.
He was a slut, but he liked to at least keep it classy.
He pulled Patches hand back around to hip and put his lips on his ear again giving it a small nibble before speaking.
"Let's take this somewhere more private." Frazier pulled Patches behind him and down a hallway to one of the private rooms. He locked the door behind him and pushed Patches up against a wall. The music still piped through speakers in the room and the lights mimicked those in the main room. They were darker than a normal room might be.
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"Yeah, wouldn't wanna get caught." he giggled slightly at the thought. Sober he would have been mortified at the thought but not on VC. Everything was so bright and warm.
Frazier pushed him into the wall roughly after locking the door. He got slightly turned around during the push and his back landed on the wall. He smiled at Frazier as the music washed over him. Dizzy he slipped on to the couch near the wall.
He looked up at Frazier, apology evident in his eyes. The drug just made him almost kitten like weak. Frazier would understand right? Not that he could do much if he didn't. The couch was soft against his back. He couldn't remember where his shirt was, but was slightly worried about it. He bit at his lip ring nervously.
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Frazier had been planning on carrying on what Patches had started out on the dance floor. The other man slid onto the couch though and Frazier watched him. The drug was starting to sink in a little more. The best part about it was that Patches was looking apologetically at Frazier, like this had nothing to do with Frazier. He wanted to chuckle but moved to sit down next to Patches.
"Don't worry, the weak part will pass soon." He touched Patches hair again, almost cooing at him. The drug had interesting waves of feeling. Frazier had watched people react to the drug in all sort of different ways. It was fascinating to watch. He pulled the other man closer and started to stroke curly lines on his chest and stomach.
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"Oh good" he replied and than Frazier began to stroke his hair. He felt himself getting stronger as his hair was stroked. The sparks that he had seemed to be helping. The sparks were bright orange almost like a camp fire.
He fumbled around trying to unbutton his own pants as Frazier touched his chest. He couldn't seem to get it to work. Which was rather unpleasant because his little friend needed attention. "I uh......" he started to say, not really wanting to admit that he forgot how to unbutton things. He blushed, embarrassed that he couldn't remember how to do such a simple task.
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Frazier was starting to feel a little bored. He didn't want to sit around and watch Patches whine on the drugs. It was supposed to be fun. At least for him. He started to reach towards his bag to grab one of his wrapped up joints when he noticed Patches picking at the button on his pants. This was more like it, by a long shot. Frazier ran a hand through his hair and then slid the bag off of him over his head.
He had his normal jacket on that was covered in patches and looked like it had tried to fall apart several times. He slid the jacket off laying it on top of his bag. He wanted this to progress the direction that Patches was thinking. He moved in a half crouched position of the floor next to the couch and slid a hand under Patches head into his hair curling his fingers into it while his other hand moved down his chest.
Frazier leaned his head down close to Patches neck. He hoped this guy would become a regular customer. He was easy and quick to pay and try things. Frazier liked it when dealings were simple. Well, most of the time. Frazier never said no to a good drama. As long as it kept him in the limelight. He never wanted to let go of that. He moved Patches hand out of the way.
He bit the other male's earlobe letting a tongue run over it after.
"Are you having some problems here young man?"
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He shivered as Frazier licked his earlobe. "Jus abit" he admitted quietly. Frazier had taken off his jacket, which was a good sign, but looked bored.
"Sorry, seem bored." he said simply. He'd have been able to spit the words out better, and more eloquent perhaps, but the filter between his thoughts and his words seemed broke. A small price for the high he was feeling though.
His hand rested beside him, having nothing much to do after the failed unbuttoning. He slipped his feet out of his shoes, so as not to scuff up the couch. Luckily his shoes were tied rather loosely in the first place and came off easily. He waited for Frazier to do something, he was after all the dealer, and therefore the boss.
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Frazier laughed when Patches said he looked bored. The kid was more observant than he looked. He watched him kick off his shoes and shook his head. Frazier gave his smile to Patches and slid a hand down his stomach leaning up and kissing him hard. He let his fingers move undo the button on Patches pants as he kissed him. He could taste some of the drug on his the other man's tongue.
Frazier felt the button finally pull free and the side of his mouth turned up as he kissed Patches. Biting the other man's lip he let his hand drag across his hip and grab it roughly. He moved to let his other hand slide up the man's side. It felt good to be wrapped up in another person again. To get the attention he deserved. He pulled back from this kiss and smirked down at Patches.
"Is this what you want?" He was asking, but really he knew that Patches did. He just liked to hear it.
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Frazier had grabbed him roughly, and he smiled at the need the other man showed. It wasn't like people to be rough with him during sex. It was much more exciting when they were. His lip bled a bit and tasted warm in his mouth. The button was undone and what a release that was. The little friend throbbed still encased in his boxers .
"Sucha tease." he said with a smile. He move his arms around Frazier, knowing that he could easily shrug his hands off whenever he wanted. He ran one of his hands through his hair careful as to not pull on it much.
"Yea, I need you. Your warmth, your expert hands, you inside me, filling me up." he said eyes fluttering at the thought.
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Frazier was of one mind now. He kissed Patches harder because he seemed to like it. He crawled up on top of the other man his knees on each side of him. He leaned down and slid a hand into Patches boxers and kissed him harder. He could taste the blood on the other man's lips. He hadn't ripped his lip apart but he could still taste it. Frazier let his kisses trail down Patches neck and he nibbled gently at the other man's skin.
He stopped and lifted his mouth to speak right into Patches ear.
"You don't even know the meaning of tease. You will soon." He grabbed moved so he was sitting on Patches lap and pulled the hand out of his pants and started to move his hips against the other man. He used his hands to pull his shirt over his head. His body was skinny but he still had some muscle tone. His leaned forward again and nibbled down Patches neck to his chest.
"And you'll like it."
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Frazier stood up pulling his boxers then his pants back on. His hair was a little bit crazier than it normally was. He looked back at Patches on the couch and smirked. He'd stick around and smoke a joint with him at least. He looked like he might end up being a good buyer. Frazier buttoned his pants and leaned down to grab his bag as he sat down on the couch again. He started digging through the bag looking for his baggie. It was packed with so many illicit things sometimes it was hard to find the one he was looking for.
"Ah, here it is. Fancy a J?" He took the joint out of the baggie and a light out of one of the pockets too light it. He didn't really care if Patches wanted to smoke, he was going to have one either way. Frazier had that clear sort of mind right now. It felt good to be able to relax and have a clear mind for at least a little while. It was that after sex brain coma that was always so nice.
"Still alive over there?" He laughed a little as he looked over at Patches.
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"Providing I don't have to pay for it." he answered happily. The high from the drug was wearing out, though Frazier glowed a bit still.
His hair was sticking up as if he hand stuck his finger in a light socket. He wanted nothing now but to curl up and go to sleep, doubtful that anyone would let him just sleep the night away here. It was a club, not a hotel. The blood on his lip had crusted, but it wasn't enough blood to make one think that he'd gotten in a fight. That wouldn't look good at the trash job he had currently. He was basking in the afterglow, and looked down at his chest. Bruises were begun to form where he was bit, but was easily covered up by a shirt. "Yea, feeling good"
He reluctantly pulled his boxers and pants back on, slipping into his shoes. Wish it wouldn't halfta end. he thought sadly. "Know where mah shirt went?" he asked, hopeful that he hadn't lost it.
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Frazier surveyed his work as he took in a deep breath from the joint. Patches had some bruises but didn't seem to put out by it. Frazier might have to play with him more than once. Patches seemed to be fine with Frazier's rougher tendencies. He couldn't always find that in people. He passed the joint over to Patches after his second hit and glanced around the room for the shirt.
He spotted it and leaned over to grab the shirt laying next to his bag. He realized it was his and laid it across his lap but the other one was underneath it. He stretched his arm out feeling sort of tired and grabbed the other shirt handing it off to Patches.
"We'll call the joint my treat." He leaned up against the back of the couch again and let out a content sigh. The joint was going to finish his relaxation and then he would head back out. Maybe sell some more, maybe not. He hadn't decided yet.
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He took the joint and took a hit, coughing slightly at the burn in his lungs. It was good weed though, none of that fake stuff some people decided to sell. He hated that, people ripping him off.
He took his shirt and put it on, the weed seeming to relax him even more. He passed the joint back to Frazier. "Man, if I take another hit I'm gonna fall asleep." he said wearily. He didn't really have enough energy to get back to his apartment, but he figured he'd get in trouble if he slept here.
" Fucks sake" he said smoothing down his hair. He couldn't think of what to do, either because of the hit he just took, or the comfortable couch, he just couldn't decide.
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Frazier looked over at Patches taking the joint from him. He was surprised that Patches was so tired but he supposed to could wear people out fairly easily. He knew he was amazing, of course. He just had to keep that in mind for the future. He always assumed people would be back for more of him or his drugs.
"Well, maybe we should put you in a cab or something?" he took in a deep breath of the joint. He looked over at Patches. He really did look like he was about to pass out.
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"Cab, yeah dat mite.." that was all he could really manage to say before letting the blackness take him. The couch was warm, and soft. Sleep was good. He hadn't even meant to pass out.
Frazier would probably have a hell of a time even knowing where Patch lived. The guy just had a name to go off of you know? It wasn't Patches problem anymore, being safe and asleep was good enough for him. Amazing drugs, amazing sex, and rest. What more could a guy want?
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Frazier watched Patches's eyes roll into the back of his head as he passed out. He ran his hand over his face and then took a long hit on the joint. Frazier was feeling nice because he had just gotten paid and laid but generally he would just leave the guy here. He sighed out a cloud of smoke at the other male's face. He set the joint on the table the burning end hanging off as he pulled his shirt back on over his head.
He was provided with a choice. Take the guy home with him to ensure his customer was safe and that he would live to pay Frazier for another fix. He ran his hand through his hair and then leaned forward picking up the joint. The truth was he rarely took people home with him, unless they were one of his projects. He also didn't trust people he wasn't watching in his house.
Frazier sighed and stood up stretching his arms feeling the tired muscles move. He had already decided tonight he would stay up fixing the next round of VC. He liked to do it on nights the moon was supposed to be full. Not that he could really feel it in Aedolis but he kept track. It was part of him that was traditional. He felt the drug just worked better if he cooked it up on full moons. He slid his jacket and bag on looking at Patches.
He'd have to carry him? He sighed and turned to go out the door trying to spot security. Frazier was stronger than he looked but he didn't want to carry anyone through a bar. They paid people for that. He put two fingers and his mouth and whistled towards a burly guy at the end of the hall. The guy whirled around and sighed. He knew Frazier. They had a deal Frazier would pass him random drugs and the guy would help Frazier and not draw too much attention to the faery.
"Ah Michael." Frazier patted his arm when he arrived. Plus, they had a couple nights here or there that Michael didn't want anyone to know about. Frazier was the kind of person that would blackmail if he had to. It was handy to have things like that when one was a drug dealer. He pointed at the guy and gave Michael a slow grin. He watched Michael's face sag. He'd have to repay him later.
"Sorry Mike, next time I come through maybe you and I can dirty a couch." The bouncer sighed and rolled his eyes at Frazier and headed into the room to pick up the other person. "Through the back Mr. Not that you need me to tell you."
"Oh you're hilarious." The guy's voice was monotone as he gave Frazier the angry eye.
"Hey, I love my jokes."
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Patches was on his couch. Despite the rag tag look of some of Frazier's clothes his apartment was clean and orderly. He had a stereo cabinet up against the wall where most people would have a television in their living room. A computer was up against another wall. The walls had various pieces of painted art on them. The lights were dim in the living room and the apartment had a dangerous vibe to it. Almost everything was a brown or green color, a very dark color scheme.
Frazier walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of wine and turned to face a door that had a complex lock on it. He pressed a few buttons and then pulled a key from his pocket turning it in the lock. The door hissed open and then closed behind him and a series of beeps followed. Frazier walked down the stairs and the lights flipped on when he hit the third step. This was his spot, his factory. All his work was here.
The room was white besides a few dry erase boards that had his calendar and formulas on them. There was two fridges and several tables filled with vials of different liquids. On the far side of the room there was also a green house filled with plants. Frazier slid his jacket off and tossed it on a side table. Then he started to remove his bracelets and rings laying them down on the table as well.
If there was one thing Frazier was serious about it was this routine. He walked over to his bookshelf pulling out a beat up old book and a syringe. It was time to take some blood for the next batch. He sighed sitting down in a chair and rolling up his sleeve.
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It seemed to be lighter when he woke up. Half asleep he moved his arm around as if to turn off the alarm clock, and frowned when he couldn't find it. "Wha-" he groaned.
Than it all came back to him. Frazier he thought smiling. Thank god this was the weekend else he'd be in trouble as it was probably past time to go to work. He connected the dots of last night slowly. "Musta took me ta his place" he said. Normally people just left him if he passed out, but sometimes he'd wake up next to someone he didn't even remember, trying to find his clothes and wondering where the heck he even was. Waking up next to some chick just meant they had a good night right? Well except when the chick woke up and he couldn't think of her name. That usually ended up with her throwing something at him, which normally missed due to her being half awake, but still.
The place was dark, in color scheme at least. "Kinky dude?" he wondered out loud. Not that it mattered much, he was into trying things, well at least once anyway. He really hoped that he got that job with Paradox, he unfortunately couldn't afford drugs all the time. Though music did help with the mild withdraw he suffered from time to time. Playing it, listening to it, was pretty therapeutic anyway.
He got up and helped himself to a glass of water, and looked longingly at the fridge. It didn't do to just help himself to his dealers food. He sometimes pilfered food from random people he woke up with fridge, but you don't mess with dealers. He didn't get why people got so mad about it. Food was food, and he was hungry. Simple right? Plus he probably gave those girls wonderful sex. So in a way they owed him or something.
"Frazier!?" he called to the complex lock, reckoning that he had gone there to grow drugs or something. He was aware that at the moment he looked almost like a lost little beggar kid wanting food, but he wasn't just going to help himself. He had standards when he remembered them.
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Frazier's sleeve was still rolled up and a few vials of blood were on the counter next to some other chemicals. He had started to mix some VC up and get it ready. He had been about to start cooking it down and mixing it together when he heard Patches voice through the door. Frazier sighed and looked at his watch. More time had passed than he had expected. It had been a little while.
Frazier pasted a bandaid over the hole in his arm and pulled down his sleeve before heading upstairs. Then he stopped and went back for his bag and sighed, he was a little loopy and needed to make something full of sugar. He walked up the stairs and opened the door spotting Patches in front of him.
"Hey, you passed out at the club." He moved to the side and shut the door behind him. "Thought it might be mean to just leave you there." Frazier moved to the kitchen and set his bag down on the counter and opened the fridge grabbing some juice and a glass.
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"Yeah I kinda member that, though most would jus leave meh dare." he remarked as Frazier got out the juice. He wouldn't ask for food, simply because the guy didn't owe him any.
He was hungry, but he had taken him to his own apartment, which was way nice. All he had payed for is drugs and he got a big bonus. "Least I didn't wake up in your bed not remembering anythin. Chicks don't dig that a'all." Neither did dudes, but that was beside the point. Chicks were almost evil sometimes, and way emotional, though they didn't hit as hard as guys.
Some people were just jerks. Well most people were. He was a good guy, just loved nearly everyone way to much. He didn't really understand the fact that not everyone wanted to have sex or do drugs with him. I mean sure he wouldn't do it with his boss at the trash job he had, but everyone else was fair game.
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Frazier opened up one of his cabinets as he listened to Patches he pulled out a flavored sugar packet and dumped it in his drink and started to stir it. He turned and leaned against the counter looking Patches over. Maybe he could get more money out of him tonight. Maybe not.
"Did you need something else? You're staring at me like I'm made out of steaks or something." He took a sip of the drink feeling the sugar go into his body and start to amp him up again. He felt much better, maybe even good enough for a second round with Patches.
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"Heh, well I did want somethin to eat. Yeah don't owe me it though." he said looking down. Oh, why did he have to stare when he was hungry? Should have just played it cool and walked home but nooo gah he annoyed himself sometimes.
He looked into the pockets of his pants. "No money. Jus wha' I thought" he said, hoping that he forgot about it and there was an extra bit of money in there but no. Course if Frazier wanted to go another round he'd try not to pass out. Try and fail, because he didn't eat much when he was partying anyway. People took pity on him sometimes and made him after he had drugs, but usually they didn't. Its not that he didn't eat purposely, he just would rather have drugs, and drugs were expensive at any rate.
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"Oh!" Frazier realized it had been awhile since either of them had eaten. He was sucking down the juice but Patches he hadn't had anything. He turned to look in the fridge. Despite how skinny Frazier was he had lots of food. People brought him food sometimes and other times he made it himself. He pushed himself up on the counter and pointed towards his fridge.
"Sure, go for it. I can't eat all the stuff in there before it goes bad anyway." He was about halfway through his glass looking at Patches. This is set up pretty much like any kitchen I spose." He wasn't sure why he felt so nice today. He must have been relaxed anyway.
"You can have some if you cook for me too."
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"Well if yar sureee." he replied and looked in the fridge.
He wasn't a good cook, and didn't spy any roman noodles in the fridge. Hmm what to make... he thought and looked around the fridge to see what was there. Ham slices, cheese...pickles, looking around the counter he spyed a bag of chips, perfect.
He wasn't really aware how long he had slept so didn't know what meal was appropriate anyway. "Hot ham and cheese sandwiches good? Also spotted a bag of chips and pickles for the side." It was whole pickles, which was good. Pickle slices just weren't as easy to pick up.
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"Sure, whatever works." Frazier never felt like he had to be as tricky with guys. Most guys knew the score. Guys liked sex, they liked food and sometimes that's all they wanted. Patches didn't seem so bad. Frazier would never admit it but sometimes, every once in awhile he got tired of pretending he wasn't evil. That he wasn't terrible for people. He knew what he was entirely.
He just loved himself too much to say no to the lie.
He drank some more of the juice and continued to sit on the counter. He wasn't sure what to talk about at this point. Drugs he guess would be a fine topic.
"So you liked the VC hmm?"
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He got out the ingredients and reached for a pan in the cabinet. He spread a bit of butter on the bread so it didn't burn or stick and stuck some ham and a slice of cheese on it. Since there was room in the pan he put the other one in and spotted some paper plates by the napkins to put it on.
He heard the question as he turned both of the sandwiches over to get warm on the other side. "Yeah, never been that into anyone on'ah drug before. With X I'm in love with da world and wanna ta dance, with weed I'm chill, LSD is just crazy shit everythin jus morphs ands wild. Meths buggy too, like spiders crawlin on meh and no sleep. "
Only tried meth once, and it was something he definitely wouldn't do again. LSD was a maybe, he'd had one bad trip on it before, ended up thinking a hose was a snake and the Tv could talk to him on it. Crazy times.
He finished the food while he was talking and handed the plate to Frazier. "Bon appetite or whatev day say." he said smiling.
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Frazier nodded slowly. The only thing he took other people's opinions on really, even if there were bad, was his drugs. That's what kept him afloat. People kept him informed how he did and if there were bad reviews he'd take it into consideration. Everything else people criticized he generally tossed to the curb. The drug mattered to him.
"Well that's good. As long as you're not around someone nasty. Lucky for you, I was there." Frazier smirked and took the plate from Patches hand with a nod. He picked the sandwich up examining it for a minute before taking a bite out of it. Wasn't too bad. Frazier never really turned his nose up at food. He had had all different kinds in his life as the higher caste people loved their fancy stuff but that didn't matter to him.
"It's good."
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"Yeah, not all of dem are nice." he said referring to both people and drugs. He walked to the couch and tried to savor his food, but looking down at his plate the next second he couldn't find any food left.
On his way to the he heard Frazier's remark on the food. "Probably not wat your use ta, but I dont cook much." Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and roman noodles was the extent of his knowledge on food. Food was fuel, why make it all fancy anway?
Looking down at his plate he wondered what time it was. Hell they might be eating sandwiches at 3am for all he knew. "Times it?" he asked. Not that it would make much a difference if they were eating at 3am, but there wouldn't me much to do outside if it was still night.
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Frazier's mouth was full of sandwich when Patches asked what time it was. He held out his wrist with the watch at it towards the other male. He hadn't realized how hungry he was till he had taken the first bite of the sandwich, then he was shoving to down. It tasted fantastic because his stomach was so empty. He swallowed the last bite down.
"It's awesome. Any time I don't have to cook for myself is good."
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Patch looked at the watch. 9am, so not that early/late. He'd past out for a whole day one time, not fun. Missed out on stuff when your body crashed.
"Sellin and growin drugs, reckon its hard work." Patches commented, probably better than moving stinky garbage around, but different. Frazier would have to keep up his cool appearance up, plus he gets to screw whoever he wanted.
"Better on an empty stomach. " he said after Frazier wolfed down his food.
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Frazier smirked. Patches didn't know the bulk of it. The dealing was sometimes horrible. People always thinking the he owed them drugs, money or sex and sometimes it was all three. It was always the other way around though. Frazier paid his debts when they happened. He didn't waste time owing people things.
"I gotta make sure I keep track of things. Keep my head on straight. In this business it's not always easy." Frazier slid off the counter and walked over to the sink turning on the water and washing the plate off then setting it in the sink.
"I love the job though. Keeps me in house and home. Helps me meet interesting people." He grinned to himself. Interesting people indeed.
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"Got a hand up on da others wit dat VC stuff though." Patches grinned. "Best to not half to many buy it though, prices would go up and it'd be easier to get duped."
Patches knew how money worked, despite not having much of it of his own. Being duped wasn't fun. Weed was the easiest to fake. Just dry some regular grass or use oregano if you wanted to be fancy with it. BS, but not many people had a lot of brains these days.
"Probably be seein alot of ya, providing I get dat job with Paradox. Trash job I got now sucks, don't much mind the store job. Keepin meh in shape n' all." he commented. Course if he ate more he'd probably look less lanky, but wheres the fun in that?
"Plan anything today?" he asked, because he honestly hadn't. Sunday was hangover day at best, at worse it was withdraw day. Not that he could afford to be an addict.
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Frazier had to be careful here. This was what was dangerous. He never really let someone come to his house and then do something with them the next day. He wasn't sure how to handle this situation. It was somewhat unprecedented. Except with some of the girls, his little projects. He walked out of the kitchen and turned to look at Patches.
"Paradox huh? That's that band right? What do you play?" Frazier knew about IF and Mind Haze, he'd heard a bit about Paradox. Mind Haze wasn't as big but he liked them better for personal reasons. Very personal.
"And my only plans are working out the next few products."
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Truth be told Patch didn't mean harm to no one. Like he seriously, didn't get why people were nasty to one another. As to if that was a strength or not, it depended on if the person that was nasty, hurt him.
"Bass guitar, an keyboard. Though keyboards bit 'or pansys. Least dats what dey say. Yups Parodox, dare new." he smiled at the thought of being on stage, free drugs, free love, just rad man.
"Projects? Peeps to sell ta you mean? Or are ya gonna mix some new drugs or sumtin?" If Frazier was having company, Patch would no doubt be kicked out. Wouldn't do his reputation good to be seen with a dude with hand sewn patches in his pants, no not at all. Eh, Patch was use to it.
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"Starting the process of the next batch actually." Frazier felt confident Patch was harmless. He didn't seem to be interested in that sort of thing. Just getting the high and getting it on. Didn't mean Frazier could trust him, just meant he didn't have to be a dick. That was tiring sometimes so it'd be nice to just relax around someone, at least a little bit. He was never fully relaxed around anyone these days. He'd lost that ability a long time ago.
"I like the bass guitar." He smirked and though about Idina for a moment. She was delicious. He missed that fox sometimes.
"I used to hang with the bassist from Mind Haze occasionally. Even ran into the old one from IF a few times. Guess I attract bassists."
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"Mazed you havent kick meh out ta be honest. Most would've already." Patches shook his head. There loss.
Just attract bassist? What with his skills in bed? Patch thought. "What with you skills, I thought you'd haveta beat peeps out of ya bed" Course Patches perception was abit skewed because of his drug use, but still Frazier was amazing in bed.
"Know anyone in particula? Be nice ta get some pointers and all." Patches asked. That and if the bassist was a chick, they could do more than just play guitar. If he was lucky that is.
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Frazier smirked. He liked being praised. He liked it quite a bit.
"I suppose I do attract all sorts. Most of those bassists bought drugs from me too though. Sometimes not everything comes together like that." When Patches asked if he knew anyone else that played Frazier thought for a moment. He hadn't talked to Idina in what felt like eons. She'd successfully avoided him for the most part. If he had to be honest he missed her energy...and her boobs and ass. Those were things worthy of missin'. There was no harm in telling Patches about Idina. In fact it might even help. Maybe Patches could talk her into seeing him again.
"Ah. The Mind Haze girl. Idina Pascal. We used to be close. She's...lovely, and a good...performer." He put a stress on certain words. He didn't mind another man being where he did and with Idina it was probably a guarantee. Not that she was slutty...she just loved too much...he supposed.
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"We should go see 'er den." Patch suggested. He was still up for some fun, and moreso now that he wasn't going to pass out.
Dealers didn't normally take people places, but Frazier wasn't conventional anyway. Maybe a threesome was in order? Even if it wasn't, they could find something to do together. Pool, cards, there was probably some of those.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Patches exclaimed.
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Frazier thought about it for a minute. He wasn't normally a guy to push his luck. He also wasn't normally a guy that went out of his way to go and visit someone. He liked it when people came to visit him not the other way around. He could always make an exception for Idina though. She was...something else. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly but there was just something about her.
He knew that the falling out they had was somewhat serious but it had been awhile. Time healed all wounds didn't it? She would probably be caught off guard anyway. He hadn't thought about going to see her in a long time. He hadn't really thought about her in a while. He rubbed his hand in his hair for a minute messing up the spiky hairdo even further. He was surprised himself that he was even thinking about it this long. He knew he wanted to see her.
"Well," He smirked for a moment. "Let me grab...some things to use as a peace offering." He turned and started heading towards his room.
"Oh, and if she decides to smack me don't take pictures."
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This was exciting. Meeting a chick, getting banged by Frazier. Yes life was looking great. Finally looking up.
"Wouldn't dream o' it." Patch said, as if he had a camera anyway. make ah good song he thought, not that he writes lyrics, but the base would make this even better.
He couldn't even feel the bruises on his skin. Excitement and food practically made them nonexistant. Plus chicks dig scars and bruises anyway. Made him look tough he thought.
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"Well then. I'll be ready in a minute." He pointed down a hall way.
"Bathroom is in there if ya need it." Frazier headed to his room and dug out his personal stash. Idina wasn't one to like the cheap stuff. She'd had to much fine wine. Of course Frazier was referring to himself and his products. He moved over to where his closet was and pulled open the mirrored door to try and find something to wear that he knew she would like. He never really felt like he needed to try but with Idina something was different. He had things to make up for and he half cared what she thought about him.
That was really, really weird.
He decided to chock it up to the fact that he just wanted to look good. He ended up with a dark red wife beater on and a pair of torn up jeans and combat boots. He looked at himself from different angles and decided it was good, well more than good. He thought he always looked amazing. He grinned and grabbed his bag heading back out. He'd need to go back downstairs for his jacket.
He grimaced at the thought, maybe Patches would be in the bathroom still and he would have time to go downstairs and punch all the buttons in without him seeing.
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Patch nodded and ambled over the the bathroom. Looking at his reflection in the mirror he frowned. His hair was a mess. Not that he was vain but, it might be good to impress the chicks. Sex hair just made him look stupid.
He grabbed some hair wax and a comb out of his pocket and began to fix the mess of hair that went in all directions. Seceding in taming his hair, and returning it to its faux hawk state, he noticed that once again he had forgotten his small bottle of body spray. It was almost gone, but he didn't want to reek to bad. He sniffed himself and smiled, not to bad really.
He than proceeded to use the toilet and walked out into the hallway, finding that Frazier was near the now closed door of the basement. He paused as he looked at Frazier, speechless for a second. "Nice threads" he commented. Frazier had a jacket over his shoulder and looked, well, amazing to him.
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Frazier started to pull his jacket on with a wide smile. Damn, Patches kept up the compliments and Frazier might have to keep him around more. Frazier pulled his bag over his shoulder next. He was ready to blow Idina's mind. He had the element of surprise which was even better for a girl like her. She liked to be caught off guard though she would never admit that, but it was something he had learned about her. It got her all excited.
He gave Patch a signal to follow him as he headed towards the door and grabbed his keys off of the hook.
"We'll have to walk or grab one of those taxi things." He moved out of the door and out of the way so Patches could follow him out.
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Truth be told Patch liked the people around him to be happy. Compliments tended to do that, and besides, Frazier looked awesome.
He briefly wished he didn't have such ratty clothes. Didn't make a good impression at all. Not that he knew much about fashion, but some semi new clothes would be nice.
Ren always had better clothes, vain twat. Than again Ren hadn't partaken in very many drugs. His brother hadnt had much sense of adventure, which was sad really.
Patch walked out the door and shrugged. "I'm good with either". That was Patch for you, low maintenance. Just chill as a cucumber. Perfectly fine with whatever, like those zen meditators of old, just going with the flow.