Realistic or Modern The Gap in the Door (Closed)

[myvalentina]

With PaddieCake

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Range Woods, Rhode Island
10:49 pm 6/13/2͓͕̻ͅ0̟̠̫̩X̸̼͎̫̗̼̪ͅX̜̥͙͔͔͞​

It was that time of year again. The cicadas were out in full force, the night as heavy with the chirping sound as it was hot. The heat was unbearable, and so it was time for a distraction. Luis had been throwing his summer house parties since high school and for him that had been like seven years ago. Even when he left for college-- especially when he left for college-- he always managed to come back to his uncle's shitty lake house to throw the party. If you were between the ages of 16-30 you were there, if only to escape the mundanity of small town life.

Omar hadn't planned on going this year, even though he had gone to more then half of them throughout the years. He didn't want to be confronted with the rumors the town had been spouting about him, or see their pitying stares. They knew he'd lost his right hand. They knew it had been an accident. They even knew why he'd been speeding so quickly out of town that night. They knew, so what! His problem was being reminded of it all. He used to have a right hand. He used to have a girlfriend and a best friend. That was all gone. So the fuck what? Couldn't they just leave him alone.

Gracie had reminded him, though, that this year was special. It was the 10th anniversary of when Luis had started throwing these parties, and it would serve as a sort of high school reunion. So he sucked up his pain and his depression and decided to get drunk and high out of his mind, if only to make his friends happy. At least if he wasn't sober he wouldn't remember half the things they would say and ask him.

He made it to the party just after 10:30. He went in through the back and sat by the refrigerator, with a full bottle of tequila in one hand, and his prosthetic hand tucked away in his jacket pocket. Hopefully he could down the tequila before anyone bothered him.

 

[PaddieCake]

The darkness that surrounded Dante as he in front of the familiar lake house was maddening as he finished the cigarette in his hand. The heat was worse as Dante plucked at his shirt to pull it away from his skin. He had dressed lightly, though it still consisted of arm warmers that reached his elbow, and an over sized tee-shirt that was a bit took thick for summer wear. He was forgoing layers in the hopes of combating the heat. It wasn't working. He coughed into his elbow and dropped the finished butt onto the ground, stamping it out, tempted to pull out another.

Instead his hand found a metal coin in his pocket. Dante looked at the house, biting his cheek as he contemplated going inside. The blonde was fighting the urge to not turn away and go home like he should. But he had promised to be there, and Dante didn't want to spend the night alone, it was depressing... And he should surround himself with people, right? Probably not like this though.... Dante just hoped he wouldn't slip up. He took a deep, clutching the coin in his pocket before walking into the party.

The smell of smoke and alcohol was palpable. It was a scent he was more than familiar with, but it didn't make it any easier. A few people greeted him, all hugs and smiles, and already drunk. There was Darius someone Dante had known only through these parties, talking amicably with a woman Dante wasn't quite familiar with in one corner of the house, nodding in his direction as Dante made his rounds and greeted people. The party didn't seem quite as fun as he had hoped. Maybe it was because he wasn't high off his ass for once... Or maybe the party hadn't really started yet? He supposed there would be more people filing in after him. He waded through the people, making small talk and avoiding the offer of any alcoholic drinks. Instead he opted to raid the kitchen for a soda.

 

[myvalentina]

Omar took another swig of the bottle, eyes watering at the sting of the alcohol. He'd been relatively left alone, except for the occasional, "You okay, man?" From friends, stopping just long enough to grab alcohol and join the throng of people in the main part of the house.

But there were the snide remarks too.

"Gimme five!" A guy said, grabbing a beer from the coolers littering the kitchen as he passed.

"Vete a la verga! Go to hell!" Omar growled, like a dog protecting it's territory. His tiny territory, which consisted of the bucket he was sitting on, the wall at his back, and the fridge to his right. A cubby of spitting anger. To him every laugh and shout was like it was directed at him, but in reality all but a few even spared a look in his direction. The music was too loud, they'd smoked too much, and drank too much to pay him any mind.

The host himself came into the kitchen, before Omar had gotten through half of his bottle. The man stumbled to the fridge for another beer. His unfocused eyes, focusing just enough to spot Omar.

"Hey, buddy!" He slurred. "When the hell did you get here? Coulda said hi! Coulda shared." He said, effortlessly swiping the tequila bottle from him, even as Omar tried to snatch it back pathetically with his less dominant hand.

"I was trying to get drunk before throwing myself to the assholes." He grumbled, making Luis laugh. He shook the bottle like he shook his head, spilling alcohol with every swing.

"Is this about your fucking hand? You gotta get over yourself, dude. Though I'd be fucking mad too, not gonna lie. You lost your jerk-off hand right?" He said laughing. Omar took a swing at him, catching just his shirt. "Lighten the hell up." Luis warned, smacking Omar away and taking the tequila back into the other room with him.

"Jack ass." Omar grumbled, pulling a beer from the coolers. He struggled to get it open, not wanting to pull out his prosthetic hand for people to see.

"Dammit!" He yelled as it slipped out of his left hand and burst on to the ground covering his feet and someone else's in alcohol. "Shit! I'm sorry." He said starting to pull the roll of paper towels to him, but his face was burning red in the low, fluorescent lights.

 

[PaddieCake]

Dante finally made it to the kitchen, he saw Luis talking to someone, he couldn't see from where he stood, though he could hear snippets of the conversation, something about a hand? Dante wasn't sure, truth be told he felt a bit odd being here. He hadn't seen many people in months, almost a year in most cases, and this situation, this party. He was already starting to regret coming.

He stared at the open cooler for a minute, eyes scanning past the various beer brands. He was hoping the cooler had held more than just beer, and luckily there seemed to be a lone can of Coke buried in the half-melted ice. He let out a small sigh of relief and pulled it out, and standing by the counter as he wiped the water off on his shirt.

"Shit!" The sound of shattering glass was enough to startle him, nearly jumping up onto the counter, staring at the man who had dropped it like he had physically assaulted him.

Dante's own soda had spilled down his hand as he squeezed the can in surprise. "Shit!" He swore again, as he waved his hand trying to get the sticky liquid off. "Nah it's it's fine." he said, putting the can down and washing his hand, only now noticing the beer had made it to his shoes. And they were new, too... "It's alright." he said, opting to dry his hands off on his shirt rather than the paper towels the other man had just grabbed.

"You ok?" He asked, trying to ignore his now damp socks.


((Blah, sorry that took so long x.x I was so busy/tired today).