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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-09 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate reaches out and catches the rock almost leisurely with a swipe of his hand, looking it over before watching Michael pull apart the package with a weird sense of reservation. He doesn't really care what people get up to, especially when it's funding his pockets via Kavinsky but there's something strange about the set up. This kid getting a pocketful of shit but not even knowing what it is?

He takes a moment, rolling his shoulder before throwing the rock - mimicking Michael in aiming for the swing, the clang of his rock hitting the post making him smile just slightly. Okay, it's cool to throw rocks at shit. He's kinda into this. He then gestures to the package.]


Why go hard, then? Should've started with easy shit - do you want me to show you what's what?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-09 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Easy way to end up dead, dipshit.

[Said with a sharpness to the chastising but then a hint of amusement, not so much condescending as it is the kind of ribbing you'd give a friend. He nods his head to the side, toward a play structure that's seen far better days. He starts moving toward it, because it looks like a good enough place to crawl into - he hoists himself up under the roof of the structure and looks back to make sure Michael's following.]

I'm Tate, by the way. Okay, let's get this sorted.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-09 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tate watches Michael spray the walls like a total delinquent, only raising the crook of his elbow to cover his mouth when the scent of paint hits him. He's not sure he's into the edgy statement but he tolerates it, sitting down with crossed legs once Michael's done. He opens his backpack and pulls out a book, a worn copy of the Hobbit that he's been reading but for this exercise intends to use as something cleaner than a rusty floor panel to cut lines on.]

Alright, so... Kav usually deals the same shit. MDMA comes in a few forms, powder's usually called molly and the pills ecstasy. Up to you how you wanna take it, but Kavinsky's shit's usually always pure from what I know. Not cut with other shit.

[At least from what he knows, at any rate. Easier to come down off of, too.]

Coke and E both make you more energized, but they've got different vibes. Coke doesn't make you feel all that social, just ready to do whatever. I like it over E but I do both whenever I need to. What do you want to try? Lines and pills are the easiest way to get into it. Don't go for needles, they make you look desperate.
confiscated: (⇀ a travesty of humanity)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-04 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
What exactly did you peg me as?

[Tate's - not angry, just minorly put off for a second at the comment because he's not sure how to take it. But he resumes what he's doing, taking a razorblade out of his wallet's leather pocket and using it to start making a set of lines. They're not really set up in any way that lends to more than a hit each, and he doesn't know what this kid's like on a high. So this'll do.]

Here, pull out a bill. Roll it.

[He offers Michael his wallet while he cuts the lines, gesturing to the few bills inside. Minor denominations, but he figures this is a step he can at least let the kid get a little hands on with. He nods, gesturing again until Michael's doing as instructed.]

Like a straw. It's an easier way to do this.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Criminals are some of the smartest people out there, y'know.

[He's not going to go into a tirade about it but he does give Michael one last little arch of his brow, before they're focusing more on rolled bills. He shakes his head and reaches to take the bill from him, gesturing with a twitch of his fingers.]

I'll show you.

[And lo and behold, Tate'll lean down after pinching the bill a bit to make sure it's not kinked in the middle and do a line. He's more practiced, almost goes too quick by deliberately slows down. He sits back, sniffing a few times and pinching his nostrils together before offering the bill back.]

Just copy what I did, ok?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate - laughs? Yeah, he fucking laughs. There's something about Michael that's off a bit, but just also oddly naive. Like maybe he should feel guilty about getting this kid hooked on something and into this shit - but if he didn't, someone else would. Kavinsky'd be more handsy and... well, he doesn't know why it feels like this but he likes to think he's doing the kid a service. A non-skeevy helping hand.]

Yeah, that feeling sucks. You get used to it - I mean, the high makes it worth it?

[And it should start kicking in within a minute or two, like Tate's euphoria settles in like a heady mist. He smiles easier, acts more loosely and slaps his hand lightly against Michael's shoulder. Playful, it makes him playful too.]

You ok?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It makes you... a lot of things. I don't know, it just makes me feel good.

[Excited, a little agitated sometimes - usually horny, but at least right now he's just riding the smooth buzz as it settles in. He doesn't wanna overwhelm the kid and that's the only reason he's not dumping out another set of lines, even if he wants to. Maybe he'll go get another hit at home after this. He nods his head to Michael, watching him - trying to see how he's doing while simultaneously getting distracted with his own uplift.]

It's easy to do a lot of this shit, so pace it. Otherwise you'll be broke and desperate way faster than you'd think.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Greedy little shit, aren't you? Tate cuts him a look, then shakes his head. Raises a finger as if to tell Michael to wait before shifting back, settling onto the play structure's shitty grate floor and putting his back to a plastic and metal wall. He closes his eyes, enjoying a moment of - quiet before he speaks.]

Give it like, at least twenty minutes man. Otherwise you're just burning through it. Just... enjoy the feeling?

[He figures he needs a method of distraction.]

In the meanwhile, tell me something about yourself.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. So you're... you're into dudes?

[That is what Tate picks up from that exchange, expression an odd mix of - questioningly curious and a bit drug-high and stupid. He can relate to the idea of family problems, and he has no idea how intricately his and Michael's intertwine. He raises his brows and really has no problem grilling Michael about his sexuality right now. At least he doesn't sound openly disgusted - it's been a long six months of learning to adjust to his own bullshit, piece by piece. And here they are. A potential coming out to a parent and only one of them knows it.

Tate blinks a few too many times, looking up to the ceiling of the shitty little structure.]


Can't say my life's as fucking exceptional as that. Gay Hogwarts... whatever that means?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
No shit? That's kind of cool.

[Tate's not going to press the question - mostly because he's not sure what he expected the answer to be. Was he... slightly hopeful he'd met someone else who potentially had interest in the same sex? He still remembers what it was like to be oddly relieved to know Derek was bisexual, and how that helped Tate cope with his own sexuality in turn. But he'll leave grilling Michael any further to - fixate on the magic.

His eyes are attentive to Michael, watching his facial features most notably.]


Like, witchcraft and shit? That's real, or... are you talking like those white kids with dreadlocks calling themselves Wiccans kinda magic.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Okay...

[Tate trails off, watching Michael climb to his feet before reaching out to take his hand. He's leaving his shit on the floor for the time being, something he needs to remember to collect up later, and puts his legs under him with a soft, pleasant head rush. Now he wants to do another fucking bump. He'll follow Michael wherever he takes him.]

Show me.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate's enamored - at first he sees the smallest flecks of white floating down, growing and growing in intensity until it clicks for that that this is snow. He doesn't pick up on Michael's nose at first, instead tips back his head to watch the flurry of white - back in LA he'd never seen snow, and here he's just had cold in the Up and miserable humidity in the Down.

He follows Michael down a step, looking at him only after raising his hand to catch a few snowflakes and feel the cold of them melting against his palm. He's - interested, awed and suddenly more interested in this stranger than ever before. It's then he notices the blood, snapping from the daze.]


You're - hey, you're bleeding.

[Tate doesn't think, he just tugs his sleeve down over his hand and reaches out tentatively to wipe the little droplet of red off of Michael's face. It's a vast improvement from licking the blood off of Violet's wrist, so clearly - he's learning how to properly interact with people. Bit by bit.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-05 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate snorts at the comment, because saying 'no I like it' is also a social faux-pas. He just shakes his sleeve a little as he drops his hand back down to his side, and gets distracted again with the snow. He still feels so fucking happily buzzed, caught up in this literally magical whirlwind. Go fucking figure.]

Uh... pull a rabbit out of a hat? I don't fucking know.

[A challenge? Tate scowls, trying to think.]

Can you change how you look?
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-06 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tate snorts, taking a moment before he does as he's asked - still staring at the snowfall with a sense of muted wonder. He catches a few more snowflakes against his palm before he seems to remember he was given instruction, and looks more directly at Michael before closing his eyes. Takes a blink before they stick shut, and he's starting to feel the coolness from the snow.]

One, two... three?

[And he'll open them.]