balcony
“who’s coming?” The tall man with chiselled features asked, approaching the mirror as he massaged moisturiser into his face, frowning at the quickly forming bags underneath his eyes.
The slender girl with long limbs and blonde perm looked up from doing her eyeliner.
“oh, you probably know them all.” She replied, pulling down her lower lash and jabbing the pencil into her waterline.
The man rolled his eyes “so… that means no one I know.” He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he was carrying and made a sour face. He decided he may as well start drinking now, being at a party with no one you know always ends up with the biggest mistakes, whether you have fun leading up to them or not, is your choice.
“yup, too late to back out now.” She pulled away from the Mirror, “come here, I wanna do yours.”
“my eyeliner?”
“yeah, what else you dick.”
“I mean, I’m already gay enough as it is- “the vodka buzzed slightly through his system, “-eh whatever.” He replied, sitting in front of the girl. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt the thick, crayon like texture of the pencil on his eyelid and the slight fluttery feeling from the girls breath brush delicately on his face. “maybe I’ll meet someone tonight.” He whispered.
“yeah, it’s about time!” She giggled, “we’ve been here for two years, and I have never once met anyone you’re dating!”
“that’s because I’m too busy, I need to keep my grades up, and work...”
“come on man! When was the last time you had sex, or got drunk, or did anything fun with me?” she cut him off, switching to the other eye.
“Delia, the last time I had sex was…” he paused for a second, shaking his head, “the last time I got drunk was… oh fuck me.”
“see- “Cordelia giggled “-you literally just proved my point. If you don’t get laid tonight, then I’ll fuck you myself.”
“well that doesn’t sound fun considering I faint when I see a vagina.”
“yeah man, you need to get over that.”
“also, boobs? What do people find so appealing about them?”
Cordelia stood up, admiring her work “they’re soft and squishy, I’m not explaining this to you when you like penises.”
“hey! penises are attractive in no means, it’s the guys they’re attached to, they’re the attractive ones.”
“ew, men.” Cordelia said, gagging slightly. She got up, patting the man’s head as she went to put down her makeup bag on her bedside table, “but in all truthfulness Whizzer, you’re probably gonna explode if you don’t have sex soon, so find a guy, doesn’t matter if he’s gay or not, and with enough alcohol, he’ll have sex with anyone.”
“gee, thanks.”
“you know what I mean, especially since you exude mega bottom energy.”
She checked the time on her phone and rummaged in her drawer for the right purse, pulling out a black sparkly one that matched her super mini black dress that was dotted with embellishments making it look like she wore stars.
“okay, how do I look?” Whizzer asked, turning to her, “oh damn girl- “he said softly, “-you look amazing.”
“thanks Whizz.” Cordelia replied, blushing a bright pink as she hid behind her hair, “the pink really suits you.” She added, staring at how far down Whizzer had left the pink shirt unbuttoned, and how the high waisted trousers he wore, accentuated the length his legs really were. “okay- “Cordelia said, snapping out of her daze “we’re fashionably late, you have the vodka, I have the beer, let’s go!”
On the way out, Whizzer swung around the door, grabbing his black leather jacket as Cordelia began talking his ear off in her normally bubbly fashion.
“you know I heard this was gonna be the biggest party of the year?”
“I did hear that, from you no less.”
She scowled at him as they jogged down the stairs. “have another shot of vodka.” She ordered, “you need to loosen up a little.” Whizzer rolled his eyes, but followed her directions, pausing in the stairwell to pour a capful of the clear liquid. “anyway, the girl who invited me, she’s so cute, well I’m planning on making out with her later.”
“excited for you.”
“thank you, thank you. You have your eye on anyone?”
Whizzer shook his head, “I told you, I have no time for this relationship shit.”
“one-night stand?”
“I mean, anyone goes right? God I haven’t had sex in so long.”
“what if they’re into some really kinky shit?”
Whizzer made a face, “like what?” he asked, opening the door for Cordelia as they exited the building, “also I can see through your dress.”
“that’s why I’m wearing my nicest underwear.” Cordelia giggled. In the low light, her blonde, puffy hair created a halo around her head, making her look angelic as she skipped a few metres ahead of Whizzer. “what’s the weirdest thing you’ve done in bed?” she asked.
“meh, I was with this guy once who was kinda hot in a murdery way, made me crawl to the bedroom over these planks of wood that had splinters and he only fucked me from behind, kept calling me a slut and shit. It’s not that crazy, but he ruined my nicest shirt with his cum. What about you?”
“I dunno, I was once pegged, which I guess you’re used to.”
“it’s a weird feeling.”
“super weird.”
Suddenly Cordelia raised her voice, singing operatically to the path ahead of them, dancing as though she was in Mary Poppins as she leapt around lamp posts.
Whizzer kept hushing her, scared that they would disturb people, but Cordelia just giggled, taking Whizzer’s chin in her hand and saying “come on Whizz! Lighten up a little.”
And before Whizzer knew it, he wasn’t in control of his body anymore, dancing with strangers, drinking god knows what, and finally managed to stop the world from spinning long enough, to find himself in a circle in the tiny bedroom of the apartment.
Watching the pale green bottle spin around, rooting for it to land on Cordelia and the girl she kept pointing out to him. Only fragments of the game stuck with him, kissing some girl who had been swooning over him all night, a more passionate kiss with a guy he had seen around once or twice in his English class, when finally, he was able to cheer for Cordelia and the other girl making out, Cordelia quickly grabbing her hand and leaving, the girl trailing behind her.
That was when Whizzer sobered up all of a sudden, being stuck at a party with no one he knew, but not ready to leave yet, time going in slow-motion, stilling and finally stopping as he looked around for someone, anyone he knew.
But he saw no one.
He walked through the rooms, searching the crowds for a familiar glimpse of a face, when finally, he realised it was no use, making his way to the bathroom.
Inside, he could hear a couple having sex, but he waited, the noises becoming jarring and painfully uncomfortable to listen to.
It didn’t last very long before they were already out again, making out as they pulled each other back to the dance floor.
Whizzer sat on the toilet lid for several minutes, building up the courage to face the party again, before he heard yelling from the outside, too soon. So, he quickly left, the smell of alcohol and vomit bombarding him as he ran to the roof, trying to find a place he could sit down and stop the world from spinning.
He hung his head over the balcony, digging his fingers into the ivy that hung down it as he tried to steady himself, distracting himself from the fact that he felt like utter shit.
“hey there mister- “He opened his eyes as he heard the yelling from below him “-you know you’re gorgeous?” Whizzer blushed, staring down at the man standing below, his voice was slurred and almost unintelligible, but somehow he was still managing to hold a certain grace about him. “what’s your name pretty boy?”
Whizzer laughed, “I’m not telling you my name, you wouldn’t remember it anyway.”
“of course, I would remember it, with a face such as yours.” Whizzer leant over the balcony even further. “Has anyone ever told you, you could be an angel?”
“ah well, maybe you’re only seeing me because you’re dead.”
That prompted some confusion to the man below, as he stumbled forward slightly, almost falling over. “well then, I shall just have to call you Juliet.”
Whizzer laughed obnoxiously, “if you can quote me a single line from Romeo and Juliet in your state, maybe I’ll tell you my name.” he bet, rolling his eyes at the man.
“O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o’er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven.”
Whizzers jaw dropped open, before he replied, “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name- “
“call me but love, I’ll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” Marvin sang up to the balcony, making over the top gestures as he almost fell over.
Whizzer giggled, “my ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?”
“with loves light wings did I o’er-perch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out and what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefor thy kinsmen are no let to me.”
Whizzer smiled down at the man. “I’m Whizzer Brown.”
“Marvin Feldman, O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”
Whizzer giggled slightly, adopting a coy smile, “what satisfaction canst thou have to-night?”
“let’s get out of here.” Marvin said, raising his eyebrows in a flirty way.
Whizzer smirked, “wait for me.”