Post by aleksei duke ivashkov on Mar 20, 2013 21:32:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Aleksei Ivashkov you only live once so just go fucking nuts. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Aleksei doesn’t even wear shoes any more. There’s something so restrictive about wearing shoes when he winds up at places like this. Like what? Well, judging by the flashing of the lights and the fact that none of the music seems to know ass from elbow, he’s found himself to another rave. It’s really not a bad thing—it keeps him alive. It keeps him going. True, the bouncing blond needed the partying like water in his lungs… but it was comforting. It was all he had left of Berlin, was it not? Then again, German was a sexy language when you spoke it well enough. He had plenty of sexy to go around. Hell, there was hardly enough of the blond creature to go around. That was enough. It was never enough. On bare feet he made his way across the dance floor, sliding through what had to be the foam they’d been spraying earlier. It was a disgusting mess, sticky and gross—not his scene. The music though… that was it. It carried him away, it wrapped his head up and put him in a place that he could only long for when he couldn’t touch it. Everything was simply lovely. Before he could think anything much through, he was flying. It was nearly on atmosphere alone that Alek was high… that and E. E did a lot when you weren’t paying all that much attention to just how much you took. There was no difference in the young man’s mind between a little and a lot. He just felt good. Hardly a thought registered in Alek’s head as he found his body up against one, up against another, up against a third. Everyone was everywhere, and they were all sweating. His heart pounded in his chest, sweat coating his perfectly tanned skin—he may as well have been a god. Alek felt it, anyway. In the dark of the room with lights simply flashing everywhere, he couldn’t help but feel that the gods of partying had shined down upon him. Without another thought, his head tipped back. There was a scream in his throat, one that was loud and full and enough to fill up his lungs. He’d be damned if anyone could hear it over everything else. It was what he needed. Aleksei really was the life of the party. . |
