Dan Howell
Lights and people were all around as I gulped down a cup of some cold beer. The atmosphere was sticky and hot, kind of like on a very hot day on the beach, but worse. I could feel the fabric of my tshirt sticking to my torso as a random chick decided to grind on me. Of course I didn't mind, I just let my hands grip her hips and pull her closer.
Parties have been my thing since the last year or something when I discovered that I could just have sex with anyone and forget about it the next day. I could drink as much as I want and get shitfaced whenever I wanted to. I could just do anything extremely stupid and get away with it the next day. It didn't seem like I was the only one who was doing this. Everyone around me was doing it to.
I get distracted by my thoughts when I feel a hot mouth attached to my neck. She was using too much teeth and was acting too desperate for my taste so I just tried to get her away from me. Okay maybe I was not comfortable humping everyone. She didn't budge though. She just wrapped her limbs tighter around my neck. She was extremely desperate and when her hands reached my zipper, she just looked up at me with fucking puppy dog eyes.
Okay maybe a blowjob.
Minutes later she was on her knees inside a small bathroom smelling like baby wipes, sucking my dick. She wasn't that bad, but she definitely wasn't good. I am not fucking her, she is just making me go limp.
I pull away from her and she looks up at me with confusion in her raccoon eyes.
"What's wrong?" She wipes her mouth and stands up in the stall. Too close.
"Nothing, I just don't feel like it today." I push past her, but she grabs my arm.
"What the fuck? Let me try," She huffs, grabbing my collar but I just reflex.
"Fuck off, I don't want to," I bark and walk out, running a hand through my hair. I am pissed now. Maybe today no girls, perhaps a guy?
I walk out of the bathroom after washing my hands, and go straight to the bar. I keep an eye out for any guy who might be interested, there are a couple gay guys today but I think they're all taken and wouldn't want to cheat and blah blah. I don't really understand the concept of relationships. Who would like to wake up to the same person again and again? The same body, same face, it's just boring.
I ask for a drink, and decide to sip this one.
"Hey Danny, what's up man?" Craig comes and pats me on the shoulder. I cringe at the name, but don't really say anything about it.
"Nothing, this party sucks." I crib, and take a swig.
"Really? I heard you pissed off Jenny today. What did you do?" He laughs. Maybe Jenny is the girl who was sucking me off.
"She was sucking me off but I didn't like it, so I walked out." I shrug.
"Dude you aren't serious," He howls, and I look at him in the eyes. "No way dude that is savage!" As if he even knows what it means. I swear to god, sometimes people annoy the fuck out of me.
"Oh look PJ is here," he nods towards the door and I turn my head to look at him. PJ is a funny guy, we are sort of friends but we don't talk much these days. Behind him follows another guy, I think I know him.
I take another sip of my drink and examine him as he gets closer. His pale skin and jet black hair do remind me of someone but when he looks up to meet my eyes, his striking blue one's help me recall.
Phil. Phil Lester.
