Hey Kat, what are you doing right now?

[freakykat]

Oh, just you know writing.

THINGS THAT I DON'T *NEED* TO *BE* WRITING CAUSE YOU KNOW THERE'S LIKE BIGBANG AND SHIT.



Or maybe, he thinks as his eyes fix on the tall figure moving across the dance floor towards the bar, he wants that for himself. Wants to be fucked. Until he can't think at all.

That's not like him, he realizes this. He doesn't do random hookups, one-night stands, or anything like that ever. But sometimes, it's worth it. His gaze follows the guy and when he ends up right next to Van, he takes that as a sign. He leans back, elbows resting on the counter and takes his time studying.

Tall, a little lanky but Van can make out the lean muscles under the tight shirt that clings to his arms and chest. He swallows, raking his gaze down and then back up until he's looking right into a curiously amused face. Van blinks when he meets clear blue eyes and it takes him a second to remember to breathe.


REALLY, MUSES? REALLY?!!

*headdesk*

I BLAME THE VERONICAS AND frances_veritas. *points finger*