Partying All Night Long! (330 views)

Arthur hadn’t gotten a good look at Maxine’s outfit when he saw her approaching him, but as she got closer, the first thing his eyes were drawn to were those big-ass fuzzy boots on her feet. He furrowed his brow at the sight, and allowed his eyes to travel up her legs to the... ‘outfit’... she was wearing. His eyes widened and immediately he backed away from her. The fuck?! Who walked around in public dressed like that? Was she going to a strip club or something?

Jesus Christ... he tried to get away, he really did, but she approached him anyway and asked him who Chad was screwing. He could see scars on her knuckles from that stupid punch she’d aimed at the suite wall.

When she asked who he was screwing ‘in there’ Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes, staring up at the sky. Fucking great. That meant Chad and Mal were going at it – again. Lately it was just those two, all the time. Didn’t Mal have some place she lived? Why the fuck couldn’t Chad go over there more often! He had complained about it but when he did Mal usually ignored him and Chad laughed. He didn’t know if Mal empathized – he liked to hope she did – but she still kept coming over. Not even Ace and Todd knew the identity of Mal, only Arthur was blessed with that nauseating knowledge, knowledge which he refused to share because he just didn’t care enough to.

”I’m not his fucking secretary. Go ask him yourself.” Arthur said, trying not to look at Maxine’s breasts as he moved past her and towards the dorms. Great. He would go into his suite to drop his bag off, and then... do... something for a few hours. Susan and Adelaide were out with the Halls tonight, and he wasn’t going to just invite himself to their empty apartment. He guessed he could go back to the café. Maybe he could grab his 3DS and play it somewhere? ”And while you’re at it, maybe you should put some fucking clothes on because no one in the vicinity is interested in screwing you.”

He did not like them. Okay. So maybe the boots were the only tolerable part of the whole outfit. If she was wearing shorts and a tank top, she’d look much better than she did now. Not that she had a bad body, or figure, but he just would like her much better if she was fully clothed. Her flamboyance was really off-putting most of the time.

He turned around to look at her with furrowed brows. ”Yeah. Exactly why I don’t want to know any more than I have to about his sex life.” He said. That only reminded him that Chad had slept with Maxine, seen her completely naked, and probably touched her too. That thought was enough to make him shiver in disgust before he felt her eyes on his back as he continued to walk away. He felt annoyed, still.

”What? A rave? The fuck is the point in a rave?” Arthur asked over his shoulder. He knew what a rave was, but he failed to see the point. It was just a bunch of idiots jumping around in barely anything, hyped up on all kinds of drugs. Maxine was probably going to get high off her ass and screw some asshole – maybe an asshole who looked like Chad. Maybe she’d find a new Chad and leave him alone! He glared over at her when she called him Arty again. He was beginning to hate hearing that – even from his sister – who was really the only person he didn’t have a problem with calling him that nickname. ”It’s Arthur to your ass! Don’t fucking call me Arty!”

Of course she still wanted to know who he was fucking – and Arthur had little doubt it would get out. He just didn’t want to go spreading rumors about it. He didn’t care enough to and besides, Mallory had made her choice. She was the one spreading her legs for Chad. Honestly, of all people to sleep with Chad, Arthur thought Mallory would at least be respectful about it. But much like Maxine Mal didn’t have any regard to her volume – the only good thing Arthur could say about her was that she didn’t hit on her fuckbuddy’s suitemates or force them to touch her sweaty tits.

He rose his eyebrows at her when she called him a dumbass for not knowing the point of a rave. Fun? Fun was video games, fun was watching movies. Fun to him was not half naked people dancing around in a room with music too loud for them and clothes too tight for them.

”I am not a square! There’s nothing fun about a fucking rave,” he said, and when she called him cranky he felt his teeth clench and a snarl build up in his throat. ”Oh fuck you! I’m not going back to my suite now that I know they’re fucking! I’m just going to... to...” What was he going to do? His laptop was upstairs, and he didn’t really have any friends to hang out with. His sister was busy tonight and Adelaide was over at the Halls. His eye twitched. ”...do homework.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. No, he hadn’t been to a rave. The closest thing he’d ever been to was that party freshman year, and after the fiasco that his involvement there had caused, he figured it was probably better if he avoided all kinds of incidents where drinking or drugs of any kind were involved. Of course, that was definitely Maxine’s scene, though. He could just see here there, thriving on the creeps that probably would love it if she put their hands on her tits, grinding against them to the music louder than their thoughts. Yeah, sure, that sounded ‘fun’, if you liked being surrounded by sweaty people.

He rolled his eyes at her though he couldn’t help but feel the sting when she called him pathetic for doing homework. What! It wasn’t his fault he didn’t... have friends to hang out with aside from his family. When she shrugged and started to leave he growled and almost reached forward to stop her – stopping himself because he didn’t want her to try to hit on him again for doing so.

”You’re the pathetic one! God, going to that place alone is fun to you? Just being surrounded by strangers who probably get off grinding against your ass?! Is that the only way you meet people?” He frowned and looked to the side. He really didn’t have anything to do. And honestly... he didn’t have any homework. He’d already done it all early – forever a workaholic – and all that was left to do was listen to Mal and Chad screw. But then, he had an idea. A half-smirk appeared on his face at the thought. ”Tell you what: if you can prove to me that a stupid fucking rave is ‘fun’, I’ll tell you who Chad’s new fuckbuddy is.”

He didn’t know what he’d done that for. He should have just scoffed, turned around, and headed back up to his suite. But he didn’t... regret it just yet. Going upstairs would mean hearing Chad and Mal going at it and he just didn’t want to do that. When Maxine nodded, he exhaled before he followed her.

What the fuck was he getting himself into? He fell into step beside Maxine, glaring over at her, looking down at her ridiculous outfit before back up at her face.

”Everyone’s fucking staring.” He pointed out. How far away was the nightclub? He’d ask but he didn’t want to seem more interested than he already was. It was odd that someone so social like Maxine was also such a damn loner. ”I’m not in a shell. I just usually know when to actually do things. But I’d rather do anything than listen to my whore of a suitemate having sex. Again.”

He didn’t exactly know what to expect from a rave, or who to expect, but walking beside Maxine opened his eyes to that. People dressed like her, stripping, or intoxicated or high or whatever. That was what he was probably in for. He could turn around and change his mind – maybe he should – but he’d be so bored otherwise. And lonely. And he really didn’t want to know what any more of Chad’s moans sounded like.

When she asked if he’d seen what she was wearing, he rose his eyebrows at her and looked at her rainbow boots again. They looked kind of like something you’d find at a pride event. He looked back up at her face.

”You might as well have asked me if I was fucking blind.” He said, meeting her glance for a second. When she appraised his outfit he rolled his eyes. ”So I’ll be the only one dressed like a normal human being? Fucking delightful.”

When she said he’d forget about Chad and Mal fucking when they got to the rave he exhaled and looked ahead of them – the gates of Metric Academy upon them. The nightclub wasn’t too far away from here. ”It better. That’s the only reason I came.”

Arthur didn’t expect for Maxine to rip his shirt – and when she did he jumped in shock, suddenly feeling a nakedness on his arms. What the fuck? He was already regretting his decision to go with her – now that the sleeves were ripped he looked like an asshole. He desperately tried to cover his shoulders for a second, before he glared over at Maxine.

”Damn it, Maxine!” He snapped, ”I am not a square! This shirt isn’t supposed to be a tank top – it’s a fucking tee shirt! And you ruined it!” He didn’t care about the shirt itself – aside from it being comfy he held no attachments to it, really – but the fact Maxine had ripped something off of him pissed him off. As well as the fact that she was already walking away from him. ”HEY! I’m fucking TALKING to you!”

He followed her – thoughts void of the nightclub, instead focused on giving Maxine a piece of his mind – and eventually they wound up in front of the nightclub. The cool wind was an odd feeling on his arms and he frowned as he observed the nightclub, which was bouncing with people and lights already. ”I own tank tops. You didn’t have to make one of my tee shirts one!”

A crop top?! Arthur felt his cheeks beginning to flush at the implications of walking around with that. His arms were exposed now, and he could only imagine how embarrassed he'd feel if his stomach and flat, ab-less chest was exposed, too. Nope. He definitely didn't want that. The closer they got to the nightclub, the more ridiculously dressed people they came across. When Maxine winked at him Arthur’s left eye twitched in irritation.

He was really here, wasn’t he? He looked up at the nightclub, heard the music he could barely hear, and began to have second thoughts. He shouldn’t be here. He should just go back to the suite, grab his laptop, and then head to the park to watch something. He shouldn’t be here with all these half-undressed people – a woman with a bra made of nothing but what looked like silly string and a thong winked at him – and then he saw Maxine’s hand moving somewhere farther up the line and he quickly followed her, not wanting to lose the only person he knew here.

The closer they got the louder the music got, and the dirtier looks they got. Arthur kept close to Maxine and looked around, paying no mind to Maxine’s flirtatious behavior towards the bouncer. When he was grabbed he stumbled forward with Maxine and glanced around the vicinity – his eyes wide and his heart racing.

He could see lights flashing and people’s ridiculously bright outfits stood out. He could see paint littering peoples bodies – paint that seemed to glow in the dark. He didn’t stray too far from Maxine – already feeling uncomfortable as he saw a bunch of people grinding against each other and throwing their hands up. He could barely hear himself think.

”Wait – wait!” Oh God, he didn’t want to be left alone in this crowd. He reached out and grabbed Maxine as his eyes adjusted. In the darkness all he could really see were her boots, and the occasional silhouette of her arm he was grabbing. ”Where the fuck are we supposed to go?! I can’t hear anything!”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Arthur looked at all of the people consuming alcohol and dancing up against one another. Most of them paid him little mind as their bodies glowed to the beat and he just followed Maxine, barely hearing her response to him despite the proximity with which she stood to him. He panicked for a second when she got free of his arm – convinced she was just going to leave him and go dancing in the crowd somewhere – but then she slipped her hand into his and he gripped it back, allowing her to lead him through the crowd. Why was he here... how was this sort of place fun?

When she stopped in front of the bar, he could hear his thoughts again. When she ordered two Puerto Rican hookers he rose his brows in confusion, about to say he didn’t want a hooker, before the bartender gave them two drinks. Right. Yeah. A drink. He knew it was a drink. Arthur made a face at the pickle juice and drink and looked over at Maxine.

”I really shouldn’t drink. Besides, I hate pickles.” He said, making a face at the juice in front of him. The last time he’d drank at a setting like this, he’d made out with Chardonnay, and he really didn’t want to make any other life ruining decisions as a result of drinking. He looked at the drink in Maxine’s hand – wondering if she’d be even more of a pain in his ass drunk. ”You can have both of them.”