[CLOSED] tell me how- how you like me now.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada unlocked the door to his house, pushing the door open. It wasn't big, but his mom wasn't living with him, so he didn't care. He tossed his keys on the table, pulling his bag out of his pocket and tossing it on the counter. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, rummaging through the cupboard before pulling out his favorite mix of drinks. He poured one for Jayson, then one for himself, and walked over to the sofa. He knew after drink two, he would just be drinking out of the bottles.

"Wanna watch a movie? Play some xbox?" He asked, then started to unscrew his tongue ring. He tossed it on the desk, grabbing another one and put it in as he walked back to the sofa.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson was sprawled lazily on the couch, took the drink and swallowed a mouthful with no hesitation, wondering if Nevada was legal age or not; he couldn't remember.

"Uhh, what games you got?" He clambered off the couch ontothe floor, crawling towards the tv to sift through the games, laying on the floor boredly.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

He shrugged. He really didn't know what games he had. He had gotten entirely too many when he was high or drunk to recall. "I dunno." He mumbled, drinking down his glass before carrying them both to the kitchen to fix them both another. He carried them back, setting Jayson's on the table.

"Found one yet?" He asked, looking down at him on the floor. He bit his lip, his heart pounding a little harder in his chest. Not even alcohol could dull the feeling he got around the boy.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shook his head. "Here, we'll race." He laughed. "After a few drinks I won't be driving in a straight line even on the damn game."

He had gone street racing last night half buzzed, had nearly run the other car off the road. Dangerous but he honestly didn't care. Sticking the thing in the xbox, he crawled dramatically back towards the couch, taking up his drink, nursing it for the first few sips before taking a heavy swallow and reaching for a controller.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Vegas snatched up the black controller. "It's MY house. You can have that one." He said, sticking out his tongue, now with a green stud in it.

"I can't see the TV." He complained, and walked over, plopping in front of the TV. He stretched his long, skinny legs out, taking a sip of his drink before running through the options.

"Okay, you pick your car first." He said, finishing off his drink. He laid back, reaching for his cigarettes on the table. He never smoked, but when he drank he did. And a few of them weren't even cigarettes. And he was getting too buzzed to tell the difference. He lit it, taking a long drag off of it before laying the pack back on the table. He coughed, setting it in the ash tray. "That's not tobacco at all."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed. "Of course not," He teased. "Gimme some of that shit." He smirked at him, picking out a car and pulling his legs onto the couch as he finished his drink.

He let his head hang off the couch, gazing around the upside down room before straightening up some again.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"It's in the ash tray. Just take it. If I were afraid of cooties, I wouldn't have kissed you." He said with a smirk, scrolling through the cars before picking his. He finished off his drink, and as mentioned before, didn't give a fuck about mixing them anymore. He walked back into the kitchen, carrying the bottles back to the living room before choosing which one he wanted. He popped the top, setting it in his lap before grabbing his controller.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson snatched up the blunt, bringing it to his lips with a satisfied drag, huffing and watching Nevada return with the drinks through the haze of musky smoke. "Dunno what you're up for but here." He tossed him a straw and a package of white powder, smirking as he began to flip through different race tracks.

He stretched, snatching up a bottle of booze and glancing at the name of it curiously.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"It's English or German or some shit. My mom bought it back when her and her boy toy came back from overseas. I've yet to finish anything in my fucking cupboard."

"I can't tell if you're cuter sober or not.." He said, narrowing his eyes at him. "But hey, I said we were getting fucked up and I meant it. I wouldn't lie to you." He said with a smirk, then took his seat again.

He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth, not noticing the buzz he was slowly getting. It took a lot before he finally actually got buzzed. So when Nevada said he got fucked up, he had probably drank and done enough drugs to kill three men.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shrugged, popping the cap and taking a swig as he chose the corse, setting the blunt aside for a moment. He nodded towards the baggy and straw tha he had thrown. "I told Cory I wasn't giving him all his shit. So if you don't take any of that, I am. Jussayin."

Taking another drag, he brought the bottle back to his lips and reclined against the couch again.