That Stuff Makes You Crazy {Nicholas}

[magicfish]

"Really, you have got to loosen up a bit, Wisconsin." Robyn chirped, happily tugging Nicholas by his hand. Her fingers were laced with his, for the simple fact of making sure she had him close-by. Just so he wouldn't escape. It was just the other week that she had met the large eyed poor sap that she was pulling along. The poor kid had been lost, wandering around not too far from the Aquarium. Being the merciful being that she was--Robyn had happily helped him find his way home. However, in doing so she made a new friend. The kid could talk--boy could he talk. But luckily, Robyn could listen. Either way, she decided she liked this new kid and that he would be her friend.

Being such, friends did nice things for each other. Like getting them to experience a bit of life. Which was exactly what Robyn was currently doing in dragging her new pal right on our of the house. It had been a bit of a walk in the bright yellow pumps, but the curly haired girl was completely unafraid. Being alone, the high heels and tight fitted mini-dress could have brought the pretty girl quite a bit of trouble. But having her doe-eyed companion along helped make sure that people left her alone for the most part.

"You're going to have fun, I promise." She looped her arm with his once they arrived at the club. Though, club was the wrong word for it. It wasn't Down the Rabbit Hole--no, that place was too clean. Alleyway was too dirty. This place was just the perfect blend of skeeze and fun. It was a secret party in a little abandonded building that they had to crunch through an alleyway to get to. Once let in however, the dirty outside gave way to darkness, pounding music, and lights that rotated, flashed and gave glimpses into the crowd. "C'mon, let's get a drink before we dance, yeah?" She shouted over the music, grinning at Nich. Taking both hands, she walked backwards grinning at him.

Oh, the plans she had made. Wisconsin was going to loosen up, he was going to have fun, and she was going to make it happen. If only she could give him fun the way she could give him a new iPod, or a stick of candy from thin air. But, making him have fun would be an easier feat. "Just say close to me, okay? Don't get seperated. You're my date tonight, and I don't share." Did she had romantic interest in her new friend? Probably not. He was cute, but he looked a little too...frightened. Or maybe that was just the music talking. With a twist on her toes, she held her arms over her head, still hanging onto his hands while she lead him to the bar.

This kid had absolutely no idea what he had gotten himself into when he befriended the wild haired Englishwoman.

Tags: Scout / Nicholas / Wisconsin / Olley / Robyn
Outfit: Ooh sessy lady!
Notes: So it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm what you call "brain-dead". If I need to fix anything, lemme know.

[NICHOLAS AVERY]

A WELL-RESPECTED MAN

Loosen up. Yes, he probably should, shouldn’t he? He was a bit tightly-wound. Tight like a slinky, though, not a wire or a bad day. She didn’t need to tell him to loosen up, listen up, or anything else with an “L” in it, if she wanted him to listen. Although, that started with “L” as well, so what use did that do him, really?

“My name’s not Wisconsin…It’s Nicholas. Remember? I’m Nicholas, Nicholas Avery. Two hundred and twenty-one, apartment B, one hundred and third street. Remember?” he spoke with moderate urgency, as though she could have somehow forgotten his name since they’d met just a few weeks ago. He hadn’t forgotten hers. But then, he didn’t often forget things of importance like names—unless he knew he could find them again, somewhere very far back in his memory. Still, Nicholas didn’t let go of her hand. In fact, he clutched it quite desperately—perhaps a bit too tight, given the circumstances. He didn’t notice.

“You do remember, don’t you?” His doe-ish eyes widened considerably as he spoke again, voice anxious. Of course she wouldn’t forget. She couldn’t. Didn’t. Shouldn’t. Mustn’t. Wouldn’t.

Just as he was half way through the motion of poking his friend’s shoulder for optimal response, Nicholas was stunned speechless. Motionless, as well. He couldn’t have spoken even if he’d wanted to. The room was loud, much too loud for anything besides staring, and there were far too many lights for that, as well.

Blinking, flashing, pulsing, strobe-ing, moving, dancing, flying, shaking.

So absorbed was Nicholas in the flashing wonders of this newfound world before him, he didn’t even notice when Robyn linked arms with him. But that was okay. She would lead him. Fun. He could have fun. Fun was what friends were for, after all, and if that wasn’t what Robyn was, he honestly didn’t know. Nicholas nodded absently at her suggestion of a drink, head twisting around owlishly on his neck as she led him forward, blue eyes darting about the room at a speed that could rival that of a hummingbird’s wings.

“D-date?” he stammered over the music, leaning forward so as to speak properly into Robyn’s ear. Or, perhaps improperly—his lips were awfully close to her, after all, though that should hardly matter to anyone. Talking needed lips, after all, and listening needed ears. It was only sensical that the two should be near each other during the process. He shook his head. Back, and forth, back, and forth, back. “No, no, I won’t leave. If I left, I’d have to go back, and I don’t know my way—well, I suppose following my footsteps would be best, but there are so many, and I…” he stopped for a moment and proceeded to change the head-shaking to nodding. Much better. “Yeah, a drink. Do you think they have limes, here? I like limes, w-when I drink things. Water—and limes—is much better than water and lemons, I think so.”
Whether or not she was listening didn’t much matter to Nicholas as he continued to blabber, normally soft voice growing louder and louder over the music, though he stammered considerably as the volume grew. It was only when they reached the bar that he clamped his mouth shut and took a decisive step behind Robyn, as though somehow she might shield him…whatever horror could possibly be hidden behind it. Not that he really minded horrors. He just didn’t like to be struck by them, was all.

[magicfish]

“Of course I remember, lover. I just felt like I should make a nickname for you, something special from me.” She winked one of those hazel eyes at him, reassuring him be squeezing his hand back. Or, at least she thought she did. It was hard to tell with the grasp that Nicholas had on her hand, because she was pretty sure that she was losing the blood flow to her fingertips. "If you end up wanting to leave, let me know, okay?" She leaned over the bar and spoke over the music to the bartender.

Beer was fine, beers with limes hooked ontop. Nothing too heavy, nothing too terrible. Easy, just a beer, right? Wrong. Because Robyn was slipping something from between her breasts, hidden in her dress--to droping two, simple drops into his beer. Turning, she pushed the beer into Nicholas' hand, and she grinned. "See? Not a problem." She leaned backwards against the bar tugging Nich in closer before glancing around curiously. Possessive would have been a good word for it. Plucking off the lime, she brought it to her lips and sucked on the lime, before dropping the skin onto the bar and took a sip of her beer.

"Much better than lemons, sweeter." She nodded, raising the beer towards her lips, before slipping something into her own mouth, swallowing it down with another swig of beer. "Drink up, don't let it go to waste." A smile crawled over her lips. Oh, he was going to loosen up. She grasped the front of his shirt, and tilted the beerbottle back, her throat convulsing as she chugged it down then slammed it back onto the bar. Using the grip she had on his shirt, she laughed and pulled him with her to the dance floor. She could already feel the drug starting to take root into her system, because the touch of her hand on his shirt felt more intense. Numb, but alive all at the same time.

Brushing against the crowd as she pulled Nicholas with her was like fire. Intense, pleasure, alive. The music sounded louder, everything seemed clearer, and the colors were growing brighter. Once there was an acceptable spot pressed between several people, she pulled Nicholas into her. "Wisconsin, can you dance?" She shouted over the music, an excited grin spreading across her caramel face, looking into his own face for any signs that the drug was peeking through.

Tags: Scout / Nicholas / Wisconsin / Olley / Robyn
Outfit: Ooh sessy lady!
Notes: So it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm what you call "brain-dead". If I need to fix anything, lemme know.

[NICHOLAS AVERY]

“Oh.” Nicholas nodded after a moment, the words sinking in. “Oh, well I suppose that’s okay, then. Just so long as you remember my name. I think it’d be a bit rude to forget something as important as that, don’t you think…? It’d almost be like you didn’t know me at all.” Although if she had her own name for him, perhaps it simply meant she knew him differently. Like a friend. A different kind of friend, though, than he’d ever had before. She did speak differently, this was true. He liked the way she talked. Sharp, like a well-focused picture. If he could sit still long enough, Nicholas could probably listen to his good friend Robyn from across the pond talk for hours and hours on end, just to imagine what sort of picture one could take of her voice, were such thing possible.

With wide, doe-ish eyes, Nicholas watched as his good friend ordered their drinks, nodded with a small smile as she passed him his own, and took a very large sniff of the contents. He didn’t know why he did that. Every time, it always smelled much worse than it tasted. He shouldn’t do that. Still, he never thought in time to stop his nose. Funny, how those things worked.

Making a little face at the semi-skunkish smell that wafted from the bottle, Nicholas ripped the lime off its rim and took a bite, sucking the juice out quickly even as he squinted his eyes against the sourness of it all. He drank. The lime rind placed on the counter next to Robyn’s, Nicholas tipped his head back and sipped the beer. “I’m not wasting,” he reminded her, though he finished his drink a good minute or so after she was done with hers.

There was something a bit odd about it, he decided as she pulled him out on the dance floor. Something about the way his skin felt tingly all over when she pulled on his shirt, and how he wanted to stay and rub skin with the strangers they passed by for quite a while, because it felt so nice and yet so horrible when he touched them—so strong.

“I—I’m not sure,” he stammered, wide blue eyes darting around the club as the lights seemed to grow even brighter by the moment, as though some little elf and scrambled behind every one and flipped a switch and now they were brighter, lighter than the sun or the stars and colored, too. Good colors and bad colors, they all mixed with his tingling skin as he glanced about the place. Every thump of the bass moved him, although he felt himself growing slightly less jittery. It was just…better. A bit. Still frightening. A bit. He didn’t much like the lights, how they moved back and forth.

Back to Robyn. His friend. He could look at his friend. Eyes darting over his face, Nicholas nodded and grabbed her hand lightly, the touch causing the small hairs on the back of his hand to seem to stand on end. He leaned his head in close to speak, lips brushing against her ear simply so he didn’t have to yell. He didn’t much like yelling. It only caused stammering and besides, everything was so very loud already, and he didn’t much like it. “What are we dancing to? There are a lot of dances, you know.”

[magicfish]

Robyn rolled her eyes at Nicholas’ rambling about his name. They hadn’t been friends for long, but they were fast friends. There was a strange ease about him; almost like a little brother, but something more intimate. Glancing back at Nicholas, she couldn’t see him the way she saw other handsome men. Sure, he was cute. Maybe he had something special hidden beneath his clothes, but she didn’t have that kick in the gut that made her want to find out what it was. He was…he was a bit like a rabbit. Soft, sweet, cuddly. Something you wanted to just pet, and have rest in your lap at odd times. Or take out and dope up. That worked too.

Her sharp lips curls upwards at the very end when his lips brushed against his ear, sending a brigade of pleasant tingles down her neck that earned a sigh. She may not have been able to think of Nicholas that way, but it didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice when he touched her. “We’re dancing to the music, Wisconsin! Can’t you feel it?” She asked a bit loudly. She wasn’t yelling, but the euphoria was kicking in while she tugged him in close, rocking her head back while she laughed. “Move how the music tells you!” She reached, grabbing his other hand and raised both pairs of arms above her head. She kept her fingers laced with his while she stretched, pushing her body backwards into his before tugging the arms back down and wrapping them around herself in a hug.

Her skin was like a pleasant fire; the dress she wore left most of her back, and her shoulders exposed. The tingle of his own shirt against her dark skin made goosebumps flush down her arms, raising the fine hairs on end. It earned another laugh out of her, “Be free, let go! Give in!” A nearby girl cheered in response to Robyn’s instructions. The excitement only made Robyn’s legs bob her in response to the hammering, slamming throb of the music. She was letting the music move her, and in result she was tugging Nicholas along with her. She twisted around, releasing his arms before grasping his hands again, facing him this time. “No one knows you here, you can be as silly and crazy as you want to be!” Her eyes were alive with the blinking, blinding lights. However, she was hot. The mass crowd and the bodies so close warmed her skin, causing her to rock her head back and gasp for cool air. But she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. The press of the other people around her only made her heart hammer faster, driving her to the madness while she gave in to her own drug.

She shook her curly hair, her earrings bobbing against her cheeks while she fed completely into the music. The only thing keeping her on Nicholas was the grasp she had on his hands. It was enough to remind her of him, to keep him with her. Should she let go, she may just float away and lose him. Her touch had to remain on him, no matter how hot his hands felt in hers. She was glued to him. The idea of being glued to him made a bubble of laughter spike up from her throat while she imagined the scenario of being quite literally, glued to him.

Tags: Scout / Nicholas / Wisconsin / Olley / Robyn
Outfit: Ooh sessy lady!
Notes: So it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm what you call "brain-dead". If I need to fix anything, lemme know.

[NICHOLAS AVERY]

Well yes, of course he could feel it. It was impossible not to, with the way the bass boomed and the beats stomped and the rhythm rumbled. He could feel it quite clearly and it very, very loud. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure he liked it so loud. It was quite distracting, when he stopped and tried to think.

Still, his new friend Robyn was usually right about things. She’d led him home once, after all. Maybe she wouldn’t be wrong here, either. “Oh. Yes. How it tells me…”

And how was it telling him?
Well, to begin, it told him he didn’t need to open his eyes wider than saucers and jerk away when his new friend took both his hands and pulled herself close. It told him his was prickly in a good sort of way to have his shirt rubbing against his skin as it was, and to have her pressed very close to him as she was felt nice, both because Robyn was a nice person and because it made him warm and tingly and besides, if the music told him he could dance with her, then he could, couldn’t he? She’d told him to listen.

But it also told him he didn’t want to dance. For a moment, he thought it told him to sit. Then, it told him to stand. Then, it stopped talking at all. Instead it grumbled, like some sort of machine had roared to life beneath it, and now it was coming out through the speakers with fingers of sound and it was going to wrap itself around his neck and tell him No, he could never leave.

But he wanted to. He wanted to leave. He didn’t want to listen to the music anymore. He didn’t want to watch the lights as they tipped, or see the people reflected in them as they turned and spoke and mouthed things he couldn’t hear but hurt anyhow. He didn’t want his shirt on his back. He didn’t want the goosebumps, or the feeling that wasn’t so much warm and tingly as it was hot and stuffy and maybe even a little bit painful.

He held Robyn’s hand tighter when she turned around. Blue eyes darted about the crowd over her as she spoke, and for a moment, he thought it was the music coming back to talk to him like she’d said it would, but it wasn’t. It was just his good friend Robyn who he needed not to leave, because she was keeping him here and not there, where all the bad bits of music surely were waiting for him in the corners.

Nicholas shook his head fervently. His eyes were still scanning the crowd, the room, the walls around them, although he spoke to Robyn. “No, no, no. I don’t want to be crazy…” though he yelled—or felt like he had—the words seemed soft as they left his lips. Maybe she hadn’t heard him. He hoped she’d heard him. She had to. She must have. Cold and clammy and hot and sticky-sweaty, he felt his hands tremble slightly in his new good friend Robyn’s.

[magicfish]

Getting Nich out of his shell was wonderful for her, for him too of course. It gave her a party friend that didn’t suck, and didn’t try to get in her pants right away, and it helped him loosen up and relax. She took pride in the fact that he didn’t panic when she pulled herself in, or that he didn’t start to scream and ramble. He seemed to be adapting just fine. All the while the drug took a deeper and deeper hold into Robyn’s brain, making everything even more intense than it had been previous. It was blinding, almost shoving her to the unseen edge. It couldn’t get any better, but it did. Each time someone else touched her, or Nich moved against her, it sent a blinding, pleasurable wave up and down her spine.

Robyn had gone so far into it, he didn’t remember about Nich’s sensibilities. And that she had to be careful what she said to him. Nope, all of that had gone out the window in the blissful tangle of arms and clothes she was weaving herself into. However, the touches and brushes gave way to something that felt more violent. The tight grasp to her hand was intensified, and felt like a vice grip, which shocked her hazel eyes into snapping open. The word swam in color, and blurs, pulsing to the beat of the music. But there was that unmistakable look of fear in Nich’s eyes, though it seemed as though he was seeing something that wasn’t there.

She reached up with her other hand, trying to hear what he was saying. He seemed panicked though, and as much as she didn’t want to leave, as much as she wanted to stay here close to him—he trusted her. She was the one who drugged him, so she had to make sure he was okay, that he would have the best experience. Her hand touched his cheek to make sure he looked down at her, “You’re okay.” Her voice was quiet, dreamy, almost like her face. Being brought out of her fuzzy, fele-good little world made her realize that her corkscrew curls were sticking to her brown skin, and that it was just a little harder to breathe.

The girl stumbled back, but kept her grasp on Nich. “Fresh air, let’s get fresh air.” She said, sounding almost tired. She was still floating in that euphoria, the tingles still rushing through her skin as she turned and started pushing through the ground. Her hand remained wrapped around his, while she wobbled and stumbled through the crowd. Everything felt muffled, and it was that much harder to focus while the drug made her brain fuzzy. How long had they been inside? When she pushed the door open, she was greeted to a blast of cool air against her sweaty skin. Crickets chirped around the dull sound of the club behind them, but the air was refreshing, clear, and cold. Remembering that there was indeed someone attached to her, she turned around none too gracefully, and braced herself by grasping Nich’s other arm. “Wisconsin, are you okay? Breathe, have a seat if you need to. I’m right here, okay?”

Tags: Scout / Nicholas / Wisconsin / Olley / Robyn
Outfit: Ooh sessy lady!
Notes: So it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm what you call "brain-dead". If I need to fix anything, lemme know.