shadows_have_offended | Que sera, sera - whatever will be will be

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Que sera, sera - whatever will be will be

The news took a while to settle and, honestly, Neil still isn't entirely sure what to do with the knowledge. He's a college student now--or, rather, will be in September. He doesn't sign up for classes for months yet, but he's already looked over the catalog at least three times, trying to think what he'd like to do, now that he knows what he wants to do. It's all a huge relief, in a way. Maybe he can do Shakespeare in the Park again this summer. Maybe things will start to shape up more brightly.

In any case, he's celebrating. He sent out texts to all his friends, promising music and drinks and food--and a dog--to be shared by all. He tidied up a little, even, not that his apartment is ever very out of order in the first place. He doesn't really know how to decorate for a party like this, so he doesn't bother. Just makes sure there's lots of food and that the drinks are neatly arranged and that Beau's crate is set up in the bedroom, covered but open, so he can disappear if he'd like to.

He's not sure who all will come, but that doesn't really matter. He's just excited that he got in. It's the next step in his life, and it's his own step. That deserves to be celebrated no matter what.

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It's hard, perhaps, but Neil plays that card excellently. Harry remains composed simply because this is a public place and no matter how tolerant this party undoubtedly is, he will always remain discrete.

"Well, I wouldn't mind," Harry replies. He's not coy, but he indulges in a little teasing. "The place certainly needs a lick of paint."

Even if Neil would have gladly excused himself from his own party to entertain Harry privately, he's very glad that they don't fall all over each other. The other two boys he's sleeping with are here, after all, and he'd rather not have to deal with the mess it might be if he favored one over all the rest.

He has no idea what he's doing, except having fun. But Harry does make him feel--well, a way. He likes what Harry makes him feel.

"I'm sure it does," he says, eyes scraping over Harry briefly before he simply smiles again.

It's probably good that Harry doesn't know of those other boys. He doesn't necessarily fancy himself as one of many lovers. It's obvious there are some people here Neil's been close with, and Harry knows he and the kid are not involved in any serious way, but he doesn't need it pointed out too clearly. He's alright with some mystery there. For now, at least.

"I'll let you know." He spots a boy making eyes at Neil then and he shifts unconsciously, just an inch closer to Neil. "Mind if I smoke here?"

Neil also notices the glance, the concern and maybe furrow that graces Gabriel's face, just a moment before Harry sidles in a touch closer. He smiles at him, comfortable, warm.

"Of course, but I only have ash trays in the kitchen and the bedroom," he confesses. "You're welcome to, though."

"Join me in the kitchen?" He asks. He's not Going to invite himself into the host's bedroom in the middle of his party.

"Of course."

Neil would have gladly gone with Harry to the bedroom as well, but he's glad he won't have to deal with Guy's knowing glance when they emerged. At least the kitchen is, in part, open to the rest of the apartment. No one will have to hunt him down if they need him for something.

In the kitchen, where the music is less loud, Harry pours himself another scotch and one for Neil as well. He holds up a bottle of soda, asking wordlessly if he wants his drink mixed. "I'm thinking of creating a podium for musical talent. Once a week, any sort of music: open to all." He speaks frankly and waits to hear what Neil thinks of it.

"That does sound awfully nice," Neil says. He shakes his head about the soda, enjoying the smoky bite of the scotch he got for the party. "I've heard of places doing karaoke or amateur nights or something like that. It could be a way to draw people in, especially early on."

He likes that Harry seems to at least like listening to his thoughts on things, even if his opinion doesn't count for much.

Harry thinks of Neil as a young man who has lived in Darrow for two years, so he's probably more in touch with what people like here. That's useful, so he listens and he appreciates his opinion. "Yeah... I've been to one of those karaoke places." From his voice it's obvious he didn't much like it. "That's not happening in my club," he says, resolute but amused. "But amateur nights could really help. You wouldn't know any? Some of your friends, maybe?"

Neil laughs a little. Karaoke is definitely an acquired taste, and he's hardly certain if he's acquired it, though being drunk and singing songs he only barely knows is rather fun sometimes.

"The only friend I have who plays is a professional, actually," he admits. He knows a couple people who mess around with music, but it's mostly the karaoke type; that's how he knows it exists.

"I don't know if his style would draw the crowds you're looking for."

"Think you could keep an eye out?" Harry asks. He wants to involve Neil because he likes Neil's company. "You know, just if you see something you think might be good for the club. If you can fit it in, of course, with college."

"Of course," Neil says. He's sure there will be plenty of little projects he can keep an eye on while he's on campus, and it is rather nice to be--a recruiter? Something. And it will be good excuse to talk to people, besides.

He sips his drink and then reaches out to catch Harry's hand and draw him in. Maybe it isn't the place, but if he can't be forward in his own apartment, where else ca he be?

Harry's discrete, but he's not ashamed and the people at this party don't seem to bothered. So when Neil draws him in, he lets himself be pulled over and leans in to kiss him.

He's a little pleasantly shocked by the kiss, having only thought to be a little nearer him. But it is a terribly pleasant kiss, and Neil lingers in it, kissing back, for perhaps longer than he ought to.

The kiss lingers and is quite lovely, but it's still a little steal at an unguarded moment in the kitchen. "Was hard to resist," he confesses. "Look, I don't want to keep you at your own party, but... do you think you might like to go out with me again some day? Dinner, maybe a film if you'd like it..."

"I'm not complaining," Neil says softly. Harry might not be the only one he's kissed tonight, but his kiss inspires the deepest thrill. Not that he'd tell anyone that.

"I'd like that a lot, yeah," he says. "And of course I have to help you come paint, but I suppose that's a bit different, isn't it?"

Harry nods. "That's work - sort of. I'd like to take you out proper. Not because you got stood up," he says. Neil lingers close and Harry doesn't resist putting a stray lock of hair behind the boy's ear.

"Should I expect a different end to the evening?" It's cheeky and bold, but he does want Harry to know he's interested. Not just in being taken out--which is plenty nice--but in whatever else it is they're sort of doing. "I ought to know if I should behave myself."

Harry's used to forward boys, but Neil's boldness somehow still surprises him. In a good way, though. He likes a little boldness. " Well, I wouldn't mind a similar ending," he admits.

"Me neither," Neil assures. He's had a great time with Harry, and he's been kind and sweet and comes off as actually interested in him and what he has to say. "Do you have a day in mind?"

"How about Thursday?" Harry suggests. "I'll come by and pick you up." Some boy appears in the kitchen and eyes Harry. He pins it down on being one the older people here.

For a moment, Neil has no mind about the other young man stepping into the kitchen. He's aware of him, but he's fixated on Harry. "Thursday sounds great," he says, and only doesn't kiss him because there's someone else in the kitchen and that seems rude and crass.

He looks over at their unexpected intrusion, and smiles briefly. Benji doesn't look betrayed, per se, but maybe a little put out. That's unfair, Neil thinks. He's been very explicit that their not something serious.

Neil grabs Harry's wrist gently and then steps away from him. "I'll find you later?"

Put out is the right term. Harry wonders why, but he pays no mind to it now. Instead he smiles to the boy who grabbed his wrist. He's rather charmed by those little crass moves.

He doesn't kiss Neil, but puts a hand lightly on his arm. "Yeah, you will," he says. He assures it.

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