Simon at the Party.

[simon_said]

"Hey sweetheart, want a little fun?"

Simon made the offer as soon as the girl sat down next to him on the couch, holding out a hand on which two little triangular pills sat. A roll of them was in his other hand, wrapped in brown paper and obviously half-gone, as if he'd been going through them himself - and he had been, but not tonight, and not alone. Fun was a guarantee when a sudden burst of dopamine made everything feel good, and it kicked the libido into overdrive almost right away, for half an hour or so.

Simon was a fixture at college parties, even though he was as obviously a little too old as other partygoers were obviously a little too young, but his punk younger brother was a dealer, and a dealer's friends were usually welcome in frat houses like this one. For most of the evening he'd been sitting here, opposite the drinks table and close enough to shout suggestions to the DJ in the corner of the room, offering low, dry critiques of the people on the dance floor, taking sips from a silver hip flask, and grinning his friendly fox grin at anybody who passed by - and, sometimes, offering them something, like now.

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[everything_but]

Zoe -- and isn't that always how it goes -- wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. She'd gotten roped into coming along with a friend who'd promptly disappeared into an upstairs bedroom with her boyfriend, and the only other person she knows here is an ex who'd dumped her for a girl who let him put it in her pussy.

Normally, she'd know a lot better than to take strange pills from a strange boy, but she's had a couple of alcopops already and she's feeling bored and mutinous enough not to walk away.

"Depends," she says, grinning back at him. "What kind of fun is it?"

[simon_said]

"It'll make you feel good," he answers, shrugging, dismissive. "Isn't that what fun is about?" He'd rather play coy and indifferent than work the hard sell, and he glances away a moment, gaze following another girl across the room before he gives Zoe his attention again.

[everything_but]

Zoe's a good girl -- everyone knows that -- but she's not a saint, and everyone knows that too. She's not above a little fun at a party, and it's not like he's getting too pushy or anything. It'll be fine.

"Okay," she says, spinning her drink in her fingers, "I'll have one. One."

[simon_said]

His grin widens, and he reaches out to drop the pill lightly into her hand, fingertips brushing her palm briefly. As encouragement, he dry-swallows the other pill he had out, and tucks the roll back away. If she takes it, he's confident he'll be in her inside of ten minutes.

"So, how's a girl like you wind up alone at a place like this?" He asks, idly, checking to make sure no frat boy boyfriend is going to invade the picture.

[everything_but]

Zoe examines the pill -- it doesn't look like anything she's ever had before, but that doesn't mean much -- and then shrugs, popping it onto her tongue and washing it down with a swig of fruity booze.

"Caitlin's upstairs blowing her boyfriend," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Loser. He's got this douchey little beard. I wouldn't blow him if he were the last guy on earth."

[simon_said]

"Some people get what they don't deserve," he says, shrugging. He doesn't really care. "So, did you come here looking to get drunk, laid, or both?" It is a party, after all. He makes the question casual, but he doesn't bother not looking her up and down as he asks it.

[everything_but]

"Excuse you!" Zoe laughs; whatever was in that little pill, it's starting to go to her head fast, and everything's starting to be funny right now.

She doesn't even know this guy's name, but right now that seems funny as well -- as well as kinda hot, somehow, the way he's checking her out. He's freaking gorgeous, he has to be out of college already, and if her ex sees her talking to him... well, he should remember what he's missing.

She lets herself squirm a little closer to him.

"I came to keep that slut company," she says earnestly. "Because she thinks she'll look like a slut if she shows up by herself. Not like she's fooling anyone."

[simon_said]

When she's closer, he lets his fingers brush her arm, casual, thinking about the hot, flushed feeling building up in him right now. She'll be feeling it even more, soon, he expects. "So why not go keep her company?" He asks. "Or keep me company. As long as we're here." He arches his eyebrows, and trails his fingertips along her arm, then along her side.

[everything_but]

"I told you." Almost absent-mindedly, she snuggles into him, the plush curve of a breast almost tipping out of her halter top to press against his arm. "She's off sucking loser dick. I do not suck loser dick."

His fingers trailing along her arm leave little lines of heat in their wake, making her giggle and squirm and rest her chin on his shoulder.

"I can keep you company, though. What's your name?"

[simon_said]

"Simon," Simon says, and his grin gets knowing. The way she's leaning against st him, the way her top is, it's easy to slip a hand in to cup her breast, carefully, not grabbing as much as letting it fill the curve of his fingers. "And I definitely want your company, Miss...?"

[everything_but]

"Zoe."

Oooooh. She really doesn't do this -- usually they have to at least buy her lunch first, or at least know her name -- but his hand feels good on her breast, big and hot and just this side of too gentle.

Almost unconsciously, she's starting to writhe in place, grinding against the seam of her jeans.

"Mmmmmm. That feels good."

[simon_said]

"Told you you'd have fun," he says, smugly. His fingers tease around her nipple, tickling the underside if her breast, a little less concerned about being obvious, now. "You want to come upstairs, Zoe?"