touching the prohibited : scaramouche

a guide to seducing men

seven
a   guide   to
seducing men;
get drunk.

a yawn couldn't help but escape my mouth. the sleepiness obviously taking over me yet i tried my hardest to not let it win. and i was obviously failing. i scratched my head, messing my hair a little bit which fully annoyed me — i sat as the loud music infilrate my ears

hu tao and nilou had just pulled me in a so called after party due to a sports team winning on this one national competition. i questioned myself many times why i was even here. i didn't know anyone in that sports team nor did i know what sports it was. yet i saw it as a opportunity to widen my circle which i deeply regretted.

i held the glass filled with beer as i slowly played with the liquid. another yawn came from me, although no one around me noticed. the club was filled with people who does not care, they all wanted to escape and have their own fun and excitement. and i didn't care.

it was so obvious and it does not take a genius to figure out that i wanted to go home and rest. this was boring for me and i wasn't in the mood to act all friendly with people especially in this setting. widen my circle? my ass. i was wrong. i shouldn't have agreed to this when i was already in a terrible mood. it made me feel worse.

god help me.

for the 7th time, i drank the beer that had almost filled the glass that i had my fingers wrapped around. then it struck me, the sudden outburst of my head spinning. shit. i was close to being drunk yet i wanted to drink once again. i've always been aware that my alcohol tolerance was high, yet today was different. i drank a little too fast for my tolerance to keep up.

again, god help me.

"yo." my attention turned to the guy who had just sat in front of me. his ginger locks caused head-turns. the people who was in their own little circles a while ago had now averted their attention to him, which of course, annoyed me. between scaramouche and his ginger friend, the latter has a way of pissing me off a little too much. and it's my first time talking to him.

i didn't reply. he reminded me of kaeya, but a little more friendly and a little less flirty. "earth to y/n."

"what do you need, childe?" i straightforwardly asked him, sending daggers to childe who was now pouring me a bottle of tequila. now i couldn't help but wonder what goes through an idiot's head?

a sly smirked graced his lips, "a picture."

SCARAMOUCHE'S POV !

my eyebrows met each other, almost touching due to the annoyance that bursted through my body. i was studying, of course i was. i scroll through my books whenever i had time — being a forensic science student wasn't easy, especially that i'm a teyvat university student.

although for some reason, i found myself reaching out to my phone. i wasn't someone who would check their phone randomly while studying. in fact, i hated disturbance. yet today, for unexplainable reasons, i opened it.

@kzuha! had mentioned you in a post.

and that's when i was met with the reason of my irritation. that's when i saw childe's twitter post, which apparently kazuha accidentally and magically mentioned me in. how kazuha and childe always used found ways in order to annoy me was something they both take pride in.

if my guess were right, they were on that one after-party of our university's badminton team, they did win a competition. i was invited — well, the whole school was invited yet of course, i didn't come. childe did take his time to try and convince me to come with him. although i did refuse. i didn't care. like always.

i've wondered why he continuously wasted his time trying to invite me to all kinds of events when he knows well that i won't agree. and right now, i wish that i listened to him ramble on the location of the party. i deeply regret how i ignored him. and now i had no choice.

a 'tsk' escaped my mouth as i typed his number on my contacts. childe.

of course, i didn't have his number on my phone, yet i have it fully memorized. it's hard work, i know. i just didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having his contact on my phone.

scaramouche
imbecile.
where are you?

#

how much can
you offer?

scaramouche
how much do you
want?

#
maybe a few
thousands 😁

scaramouche
sent.