open | i'll never die, i am a freak

[brushoff]

Who: Dorian Gray & OPEN
What: settling in
When: all throughout the month of March
Where: Milton, with a focus on the community hall, the church, and the outskirts

Content Warnings: drug use, smut, body horror and gore in the form of Dorian's creepyass portrait, others tba

( catch all post for March! full of open and closed starters, dm me if you have an idea~ )

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[brushoff]

Dorian makes a little noise of acknowledgement. Taking one of the glasses, he muses, "I know that feeling entirely. I only came into my own when I turned twenty. My parents died when I was young. When that happens, you learn to...mmm, keep yourself quiet, so to speak? I was living with relatives and I already knew I was an imposition."

He takes a sip of the pine wine...and then almost immediately gags. That was a very unexpected taste.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe can definitely sympathize - she ran away at eighteen and almost immediately became a sugar baby for the mob - but before she can say so poor Dorian gags and she laughs, distracted.

“Yeah, it's an acquired taste. If you find it, let me know.”

[brushoff]

"I can tell you right now, it'll probably take a while."

Dorian winces, looking down at the pine wine...before taking another drink. It's alcohol, after all. That's what matters most.

"How quickly can you get fucked up on this?"

[desperate_times_right]

“I wouldn't drive after a glass, if that's what you mean.”

She can already feel her own head spinning pleasantly.

“They make this in some shitty old cabin so it's pretty powerful.”

[brushoff]

"In that case, I hope you don't mind me crashing on your couch tonight—or bed, if I'm lucky enough."

Dorian gives Chloe a grin, a wide sort of 'I am absolutely planning on trying to sleep with you tonight,' confident kind of grin, before taking a very large swig of the pine wine. He winces as it goes down but it goes down all the same. Just think of it like those shitty drinks you had at the club, think of it like vodka and something, it'll get you fucked up and that's what matters most.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe smiles over the rim of her own glass.

“If you want to crash in my bed tonight, you might not want to drink too many of those.”

[brushoff]

"Then I'll start with one and we'll see where the night goes."

Based on the lascivious little smile he's giving Chloe, Dorian knows precisely where he wants the night to go. He raises the glass in a mock toast before,

"To new friends and the possibility of something more."

And then he takes a drink.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe’s smile broadens and she raises her own glass.

“I’ll drink to that.”

She sips her drink. She's finally starting to get accustomed to the taste.

[brushoff]

Yeah. They are absolutely going to sleep with each other tonight.

Dorian sets his drink down and gives Chloe a winning little smile. "You'll have to tell me who's worth my time here. Obviously you are. And obviously not the Victorians. But I don't want to spend time and effort dealing with boring people."

[desperate_times_right]

“Worth your time in bed, or worth your time to hang out with?” Sometimes those aren't the same people!

“I can probably introduce you to a few people either way.”

[brushoff]

"Why not a little bit of both?" Dorian shrugs. "I'd like friends here. I'd also like something a little bit more."

[desperate_times_right]

“You know what you should keep an eye out for? Raylan Givens holds poker nights in an abandoned cabin sometimes. Good way to meet people who like to have fun.” She grins. “I got a threesome out of my last one.”

[brushoff]

Dorian's eyes light up with excitement. A threesome? Fucking beautiful! That's what he needs in this place! It's cold and there's no electricity, he'd love a threesome!

"Ohhh don't get my hopes up," he laughs. "You'll make me expect the world."

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe smiles again, smug as hell.

“One of my best nights here, I have to say.”