[ After a couple of days, Blake's had the opportunity to drink himself stupid, sleep a good amount of time away, and still he manages to find himself drawn to Peter's party. Fuck, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, but the day starts out so lonely and frustrating and downright awful, that he at least can feel secure knowing there are other people around if he makes an appearance.
By the time that's over with, several hours later, he heads back toward his room. It's well after midnight, he's had a couple drinks to loosen up (again), and he's pretty sure he's alone for the journey, save for the fireflies... ]
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By the time that's over with, several hours later, he heads back toward his room. It's well after midnight, he's had a couple drinks to loosen up (again), and he's pretty sure he's alone for the journey, save for the fireflies... ]