Ugh. I am sooooo bored. There’s just nothing to do. Someone should come hang out and entertain me, per se.
Anyone want to come over and watch some movies? Kind of feeling down and could use some company, even y’know, dorky company.
Ok i heard this rumor, that you paid this kid to come up to me and kick me in my balls.
I didn’t but I wish I did. Did the kid succeed?
(Why did you submit this instead of sending it as an ask? Lol)
back wen i did south park fanart in old ms paint
Larry nodded at Mike. “Yeah. You’ll find your right one, don’t worry. If she’s just going to cancel with no reason, then you deserve better anyway.” He brought the glass back up to his mouth— But chocked a little as his friend accused at him. He patted his chest, coughing a few more times as he felt his face heat up to a pink colour. “I’m not.. I’m not gay, really. I mean. Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t really.. Had much experience with either sexes.” The brunet sort’ve rolled his wrist, trying to nonchalantly agree yes, he was a virgin.
He expecting to be teased by this but. Whatever. It wasn’t a big deal to him. “I’ve made out with girls. Gotten to second base. But never anything further. It just.. Didn’t happen, I don’t know.” Larry shrugged, reaching up to brush some fringe from his eyes. “I’ve seen Rayne partly nude but she was having me help her with a corset, so that doesn’t count.”
Mike grinned at Larry, scooting in closer to him and putting an arm around his shoulders, “Oh Larry….How can you still be so innocent and precious?” He asked, cupping his cheek and forcing the brunette to look at him. He laughed and let his face go, turning his attention to the tv as he gave a shrug. “You just gotta keep going, Larry. Try with like every girl you make out with. Don’t like rape them or anything but you’ll be surprised how far most girls will go if you drop the gentlemanly act.”
He frowned however at him. “…How partly naked did you see her?” He asked, jealousy rearing it’s head once more. He let him go and smirked, “She thinks you’re gay you know. Girls won’t change in front of a guy unles she’s into him and wants to entice him, or she thinks he’s gay.”
Now it wasn’t as though Mike was a womanizer. He treated girls with respect, and would take them on dates instead of treating them like meat. He’d get to know them. Ask him anything about any girl he’s slept with, and he usually knows the answer. He just knows a lot of tricks to get what he wants. Tricks that don’t seem to be working on the girl he wants most.
Larry furrowed his brows a bit when Mike started to sing, but he managed to keep that smile on his face for his best friend. The singing was.. a little rocky, to the say the least. But he nodded and took in a few more sips of the wine. He’ll need it. “Oh? Yeah okay. The Lost Boys is a good move though.” He wiggled further down in his seat, kicking off his sneakers after a few tries and resting the glass down against his thigh.
"You got her some pretty fancy stuff, huh? You either really like her or were trying to just woo her for a night thing." He rubbed his thumb over the rim of the glass a bit, trying to ignore that alcohol burn in the back of his throat. It was pretty irritating. "I’m sure there was a good reason." Larry grinned a bit, keeping his eyes down for a second before glancing back over when he was nudged. "I— Wouldn’t really know?" He chuckled, almost awkwardly. "It’s not exactly like I’m getting laid every weekend."
Mike shrugged his shoulders, “I haven’t seen it to be honest.” He admitted, settling on something and putting his wine glass to the side and looking at his phone, still seemingly waiting on an explanation from his date.
"Yeah..It was more the latter. She’s gorgeous but her personality is kind of lame. Was hoping to flatter her enough to get lucky." He gave a shrug. "Whatever. There’s better out there..People with personality, and true beauty." Like Rayne. Mike glanced at Larry and rose an eyebrow at him, "Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin?" He couldn’t really keep up with his friends’ social life but he’d honestly be surprised. "You’re a cute guy, just approach some cute girl, lay on the Larry charm, and score." he paused. "Unless you’re gay, then I don’t know."
Larry shook his head again. “Nope. Nothin’.” He felt sort’ve shitty for lying to his best friend, but Rayne had told him those things in confidence. He wasn’t about to break the promise to keeping them a secret unless it was something painfully important. He took the glass, turning to follow behind Mike back into the livingroom and take the seat next o him. “I don’t know. It’s up to you, really. I’m not too picky.” The brunet chuckled a bit and shook his head— He never had the heart to tell Mike he was no good at singing. “No, it’s just. God. I had the song Super Trooper stuck in my head for like, three days. Maybe we can just watch The Lost Boys or something.”
Larry looked down towards the glass, a little hesitant. He raised it up to take a little smell of it, then a sip. He tried not to cringe too much. It wasn’t.. Great. But. He’d suck it up. But as soon as Mike started talking again, his attention went back towards him. “Maybe something important came up? Like. Something that involved family, I don’t know. I can’t really imagine why someone would stand you up.” The brunet tried not to laugh but it just sounded kinda funny to him. He nodded and leaned his head down to sip from the glass again. “I guess? Except for the penis danglin’ there. But hey, date whoever makes you happy.”
Mike let out a sigh as Larry gave him no news on Rayne. Oh well. She’d come around. Hopefully. He sipped at his wine as he flipped through the channels idly, legs crosed, smirking at him, “I don’t know what one but I do like “Honey honey” a lot.” He sang a few lines from the song, subjecting Larry to his lispig singing and off key notes for a moment before he laughed. “The lost boys? Nah I’m gonna put on something better.”
He glanced at Larry, smirking a bit at his reaction to the wine, “It’s a high quality wine. Made in Italy, a good year. I love the color and the taste is divine, don’t you agree?” He teased. In truth, it was a little tart. He liked white wine more but that wasn’t why he’d bought it after all. “I don’t know. She didn’t even say which is super rude.” He sighed a bit but smiled at Larry and laughed giving him a nudge. “Not if you fuck them right into the bed. You won’t even notice anything dangling around.” He winked at the other and gave him a toothy grin.
Larry gave a little whine and shook his head. “No. I’m pretty sure I would rather jam ice picks into my eardrums rather than watch another music. She’s obsessed. And she sings along— Granted she’s not half bad, it’s just. Annoying.” He stepped to the side a few inches when he was shoved from his standing spot. The brunet eyed the alcohol for a moment, sort’ve wanting to just ask for a soda or something instead but that’d probably just get some relentless teasing from Mike. Didn’t really want to start out on the insults this early on in their little sleep over.
Larry could see the wariness in Mike’s voice, but didn’t point it out. He opened his mouth, then closed it again and shook his head. “Naaahhhh..” He reached up to scratch at his nose, glancing around the kitchen so his friend couldn’t make eye contact— He was never good at lying. “We mainly talk about like. Her photo shoots and movies and stuff, ya know?” He chuckled nervously, waving the question off with his hand a bit.
Mike’s face fell a bit though he gave Larry a look. “Really..? Nothing?” He sighed and handed him a glass, walking out to the living room while their food cooked, sinking down on the leather couch and crossing his legs as he put the tv on. “What do you want to watch then if not musicals? Afraid I’ll sing along too?” he smirked a bit. Unlike Rayne, he was a pretty awful singer. He got tongue tied easily, and with his occasional lisp (made much worse by his fangs) he didn’t make much of a good sound.
He sipped slowly at his wine as he flipped through the channels with a sigh, “Sometimes I hate girls, Larry. We had this planned all week and she just leaves at the last minute.” He complained, his mind still focused on his failed date. “Maybe I should go back to dating guys.” he let out a sigh. “From behind a lot of guys look like chicks anyway…” He certainly did with his hair style.
Larry frowned a bit at the eyerolling; Seemed like he got that look a lot. “Oh. Alright.” He scurried on behind Mike towards the kitchen, reverting back to the state of mind he had all throughout high school. Just sort’ve following his ‘leader’ as if his life depended on it. “Yeah? That’s too bad. I mean, she’s missin’ out big time.” He glanced around before just settling to lean against the fridge at Mike fixed them up some food.
"Wine?" Larry raised a brow back. He never really experimented too much with alcohol. It just never appealed to him enough to do so. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to do." He shrugged a bit. "It’ll just be nice to hang out with a guy for a change. I love Rayne’s company and all, but I’m pretty sure she considers me like her sister. If I have to watch Mama Mia one more time, I’m going to throw myself off a bridge." Larry groaned with frustration as the melody to one of the songs played back in his head like someone flipped a switch.
He threw Larry a jealous look at the mention of Rayne but relaxed a little when it became obvious the other was further into the friendzone than he was. Of course. Why would Larry beat him? He smirked a little, “Oh come on, that’s a great musical. I was thinking we could watch it actually.” He teased, giving Larry a nudge so he could get into the fridge and pull out the wine. While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he’d chosen the deeply colored red wine specifically because of his infatuation with bloodsuckers. It was childish to still pretend he was partaking of blood but it made sipping on things more enjoyable to pretend. Plus, the girl who would’ve shown up that night would’ve been just as into it. He doubted Larry would comment on it but he chose not to say anything as he poured them a couple of glasses.
He wasn’t a big drinker, smoker, or anything but he was of legal drinking age. Might as well enjoy it occasionaly. Plus some things had a regal sort of beauty to it. A cigarette on it’s own was filthy, but with clove or held aloft in a dainty hand by a cigarette holder it became something glamorous to him. Beer was beneath him but wine had an enchanting quality. He hadn’t found anything to like about drugs but he was naive enough to smoke or shoot up if someone could spin a whimsical story for him.
"Has Rayne um.." he continued, "Has she mentioned anything about me?" He asked, swirling the liquid in his glass without meeting his eye.