imagine living like a king someday {soren}

[SILAS SCHMIDT]

This was fucking ridiculous.

The fact that he had been forced into hiding was the absolute dumbest thing. At a random party, somewhere in the countryside, Silas knew no one. Which was a bonus, because obviously he wasn't able to drink around familiar people.

After being kicked out of clubs, out of Tyler's dorm (for good, it seemed) and after being let off on a warning from a good-natured cop, Silas was pretty convinced that sneaking around with alcohol was the only way he'd be able to have any.

Somewhere around nine shots of tequila later, Silas' mouth began to move. And usually, when he was this far gone, there really was nothing to stop him. The things coming out of his mouth may possibly have been intelligent, had he been sober. However, the young man was content of telling anyone who would listen about how he had no hope for the future generations and that he desperately wished to move to North Korea, as he was convinced of his being Communist.

"It just makes more sense," he was explaining to a nearby girl, who seemed to be hanging on his every word, despite the fact that she was dumb as a rock and probably completely uninterested.

"The profit of any enterprise is equally shared by all the people in communism. Everybody works, everybody gets the same, everybody's happy. Well, okay, not everyone is happy. There are always those bastards who want more.. But we can always get rid of those ones who try to mess up the system."

Silas took another shot, gritting his teeth as it went down. Somewhere, in the depths of his brain, he knew he was going to have a killer hangover in the morning. And shit, he'd have to be staying here or catching a ride with a stranger.

And he sincerely hoped that this party was safe from being busted by the cops. He was too pretty for jail, after all.

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

WIP