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Honestly, Victor had never been all that into these kind of parties, but it had gotten even less appealing as time moved on. As things changed. As less mattered.
Getting drunk had never done much for him, drugs were already losing their novelty too. He was the richest teenager in Gotham, just old enough to be the sole heir after his parents had been pronounced dead. There was really nothing he couldn't afford, which made it a lot less fun to get anything.
The crowd at this party was too boring. Everyone looked the same. Sounded the same. Blah blah. Next time he'd invite better people, he'd have to do some careless curating.
Someone was talking at him and he wasn't even attempting to listen. Instead he scanned the room, wondering if he should just throw everyone out. Then his eyes were drawn to someone with a different energy. It was subtle at first. Just a different infliction to his voice, different than all these other young, rich socialites with their vapid lives.
Then the guy started dancing and - given the way it definitely did not fit the music - the standing out was much less subtle now. Victor smiled to himself and walked right over. Some people could be a better high than any drug.
Getting drunk had never done much for him, drugs were already losing their novelty too. He was the richest teenager in Gotham, just old enough to be the sole heir after his parents had been pronounced dead. There was really nothing he couldn't afford, which made it a lot less fun to get anything.
The crowd at this party was too boring. Everyone looked the same. Sounded the same. Blah blah. Next time he'd invite better people, he'd have to do some careless curating.
Someone was talking at him and he wasn't even attempting to listen. Instead he scanned the room, wondering if he should just throw everyone out. Then his eyes were drawn to someone with a different energy. It was subtle at first. Just a different infliction to his voice, different than all these other young, rich socialites with their vapid lives.
Then the guy started dancing and - given the way it definitely did not fit the music - the standing out was much less subtle now. Victor smiled to himself and walked right over. Some people could be a better high than any drug.
'This was not music to dance to' apparently. According to his date. His annoying, irritating and fucking stupid date who was mutter vapid, vain nonsense to him all night. Well, he'd show her. Though whether or not he was providing his point, he clearly didn't know or care. He just looked at her with a cocky smirk as he moved his body. Not music to dance to? Pfft. Every song could be danced to. She just didn't want to try.
She looked embarrassed and tried to move away but he didn't care, he let her slip off into the crowd, yelling after her. "What? It's a fucking party and no one wants to have fun? Where are you going, Blair? Walking away? Fucking typical! You bitch all night about everyone but look at you! Gold digger."
He hissed lightly in her direction, not caring if he was making a scene. He just closed his eyes and moved to the music, spinning playfully and then opening his eyes to see Zsasz in front of him.
"Zsasz, baby! Great party. Except the people. The people suck."
She looked embarrassed and tried to move away but he didn't care, he let her slip off into the crowd, yelling after her. "What? It's a fucking party and no one wants to have fun? Where are you going, Blair? Walking away? Fucking typical! You bitch all night about everyone but look at you! Gold digger."
He hissed lightly in her direction, not caring if he was making a scene. He just closed his eyes and moved to the music, spinning playfully and then opening his eyes to see Zsasz in front of him.
"Zsasz, baby! Great party. Except the people. The people suck."
"Yeah. Hard to throw parties without people." Or was it? Victor tilted his head to the side and looked around, turning slowly. Finally he took a step back, closer to-- Whatever that guy's name was. He really ought to remember that. "Stay."
He said it quietly, meant for whatshisface and no one else and perhaps it didn't make much sense immediately. But then he jumped on the couch table close by and yelled out loud. "GET OUT! EVERYONE GET LOST!"
There was some confusion, but after a few minutes and some very insistent stares, the room really did clear out and Victor sat down, on the couch table, looking at the guy.
"...who are you again?" Whatever. He could afford anything. Including being rude.
He said it quietly, meant for whatshisface and no one else and perhaps it didn't make much sense immediately. But then he jumped on the couch table close by and yelled out loud. "GET OUT! EVERYONE GET LOST!"
There was some confusion, but after a few minutes and some very insistent stares, the room really did clear out and Victor sat down, on the couch table, looking at the guy.
"...who are you again?" Whatever. He could afford anything. Including being rude.
Huh. Everyone just fucked right off... that was kind of funny. Roman laughed as he watched the people file out, wondering if he'd ever see his date again. God, he hoped not. She was pretty dull for a party girl. What even was a party girl these days? They seemed oddly anti party.
Roman stopped dancing and stretched out instead, looking at Victor with obvious amusement. "Roman. Roman Beauvais Sionis. Romy, I suppose. If you're feeling informal."
With a wink, Roman grabbed a nearby chair, dragged it along near Victor and sat on it the wrong way, leaning on the backrest to look at Victor. "Nice place you got. Awful party though. It's not you, it's them. I love the décor though. Very modern with a twist. Nice pop of colour from the art too. Do you know the artists?"
His parents always knew the names of every artist they hung on the wall and expected him to know as well but hell, like he could remember.
Roman stopped dancing and stretched out instead, looking at Victor with obvious amusement. "Roman. Roman Beauvais Sionis. Romy, I suppose. If you're feeling informal."
With a wink, Roman grabbed a nearby chair, dragged it along near Victor and sat on it the wrong way, leaning on the backrest to look at Victor. "Nice place you got. Awful party though. It's not you, it's them. I love the décor though. Very modern with a twist. Nice pop of colour from the art too. Do you know the artists?"
His parents always knew the names of every artist they hung on the wall and expected him to know as well but hell, like he could remember.
"Hm. Downstairs living room, mostly was my mom picking stuff out." Victor looked around, leaning back to do so, finally gesturing to one of the paintings. "I know that guy. I liked his other stuff more. Got some of that."
He did like art, some art anyway, he just wasn't good with names. Or with caring about things these days, which he knew was part of the point of art. "'m sure they all know me, when they need money." That was how it went. Was to be expected.
"Roman." Not a bad name. He didn't mind it. Maybe he'd be able to remember it. "You aren't boring." That was something. "What do you do?"
He did like art, some art anyway, he just wasn't good with names. Or with caring about things these days, which he knew was part of the point of art. "'m sure they all know me, when they need money." That was how it went. Was to be expected.
"Roman." Not a bad name. He didn't mind it. Maybe he'd be able to remember it. "You aren't boring." That was something. "What do you do?"
"If we go by what my parents tell me, I mostly fuck up. I can't help it. I keep doing it." He laughed in a bitter way and then started to pat himself down, trying to find what he wanted. He eventually plucked out a pill and knocked it into his mouth, leaning forward to wash it down with a half drunk bottle of beer... that wasn't his. He pulled a face and looked at Victor, sticking out his tongue. "That's what beer tastes like? Fucking ew. Yuck! Blergh."
He pulled a few faces and then set the beer back down, shaking his head in disapproval. Okay, beer was as gross as he expected.
"There's no one thing I do. I'll do anything at least once. That's how I broke my arm in forth grade, wanted to jump out the window. It wasn't that fun. I expected it to be but it was less like flying and more like." He mimed his hand splatting into the table before giggling. "Never gonna do that again. Don't do that. Not fun, I'm not into it. Let's do something more fun likeeeeeeeee... BDSM club?"
Well, he was trying to think of something not boring.
He pulled a few faces and then set the beer back down, shaking his head in disapproval. Okay, beer was as gross as he expected.
"There's no one thing I do. I'll do anything at least once. That's how I broke my arm in forth grade, wanted to jump out the window. It wasn't that fun. I expected it to be but it was less like flying and more like." He mimed his hand splatting into the table before giggling. "Never gonna do that again. Don't do that. Not fun, I'm not into it. Let's do something more fun likeeeeeeeee... BDSM club?"
Well, he was trying to think of something not boring.
Victor looked at him for a moment, then he smiled. "Sure." Why not? He got up, walked over and moved the glasses off the table. He didn't want rings on that. "Come on. You can pick a car."
That said he headed out the room and toward the stairs that led down to the garage. Of course he had multiple cars, his parents already had those and he did like sleek, fast and beautiful. He was a teenage billionaire, it was really to be expected. "I've jumped out of windows. Not so bad when you stick the landing."
That said he headed out the room and toward the stairs that led down to the garage. Of course he had multiple cars, his parents already had those and he did like sleek, fast and beautiful. He was a teenage billionaire, it was really to be expected. "I've jumped out of windows. Not so bad when you stick the landing."
"I wanted to fuck it up. Like I say, I fuck everything up. Fucked up my landing, fucked up my parents fancy party - they were so pissed." They made him limp back into the house and hide until all the party guests were gone before calling a doctor. His dad had to sit with him. Ha! Attention. Just as he wanted, the plan worked.
He grabbed his jacket as he followed after Victor and pulled it on, a very loud and obnoxious floral number that could not be missed. As they ventured into the garage, Roman looked around with wide eyes before letting out a giddy sound and bouncy to a shiny black one. "Ooooh! I love it! This one!"
He grabbed his jacket as he followed after Victor and pulled it on, a very loud and obnoxious floral number that could not be missed. As they ventured into the garage, Roman looked around with wide eyes before letting out a giddy sound and bouncy to a shiny black one. "Ooooh! I love it! This one!"
"Cool." Victor did enjoy his enthusiasm, it was endearing. He didn't show much of that himself, at least right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't smile at it. He unlocked the car and got into the driver's seat, waiting for Roman to get in. "Pick some music."
He liked the choices he was making so far, seemed as if he'd bet on the right person for tonight's entertainment. "Do you fuck yourself up?"
Seemed like a relevant question.
He liked the choices he was making so far, seemed as if he'd bet on the right person for tonight's entertainment. "Do you fuck yourself up?"
Seemed like a relevant question.
"Yeah but it usually changes with the hows and wheres and with who, you know? If you do it the same way again and again then it's just addiction but if you do it differently, it's just poor life choices." And that was better. Or so he felt, anyway. Addicts were losers, no one liked those kinds of desperate, dirty weirdos but someone who was just eccentric and made bad choices? Way sexier.
Flicking through the channels, he went through the music until he settled on some disco pop thing that was so awful, it was good. Dancing a little, he looked around the car in fascination. "This one is way nicer than mine. My dad wouldn't let me customise so my leather is a dull brown. I hated it."
Maybe he should crash it and get a new one.
Flicking through the channels, he went through the music until he settled on some disco pop thing that was so awful, it was good. Dancing a little, he looked around the car in fascination. "This one is way nicer than mine. My dad wouldn't let me customise so my leather is a dull brown. I hated it."
Maybe he should crash it and get a new one.
"I like black." Which wasn't exactly surprising, given his general aesthetic. "Doesn't show blood so much."
Maybe that was a more surprising thing to say, maybe that was more random. Maybe that was him testing Roman, just to see what would happen. He wasn't sure these days were things would go, because he just wasn't so sure of himself. What were his limits?
They certainly weren't speed limits, judging by how he was driving them towards Gotham right now.
Maybe that was a more surprising thing to say, maybe that was more random. Maybe that was him testing Roman, just to see what would happen. He wasn't sure these days were things would go, because he just wasn't so sure of himself. What were his limits?
They certainly weren't speed limits, judging by how he was driving them towards Gotham right now.
"Heh. You gonna kill me?" With a small laugh, he turned and smiled a strange smile at Zsasz, not sure how to react to it properly but he was a bit too high to ground himself enough to take it seriously. "I don't wanna die, Zsaszy. I mean, I've barely lived. I'm 16 and my life is awful, it's just been nothing I wanted. Lemme live a little and then kill me."
He just wanted to make his position clear on how he felt about his own murder. Only seemed right.
Looking out the window as they whipped pass everything, he sang along with the song and didn't seem so concerned with the potential of crashing and dying so maybe he only objected to murder.
He just wanted to make his position clear on how he felt about his own murder. Only seemed right.
Looking out the window as they whipped pass everything, he sang along with the song and didn't seem so concerned with the potential of crashing and dying so maybe he only objected to murder.
"You'll be fine." Maybe not much of a reassurance given the way he was speeding them along, but on the other hand, Victor seemed calm about it. One hand on the wheel, leaning back casually, eyes on the road. He had fast reflexes, he wasn't too worried. "Sixteen, huh?"
Just a bit younger than him then. Made sense, he'd lost a year in-between, so he was a little behind in school. Not that he cared. Finishing high school wasn't high up in his priorities. "You used to be scrawny. Good job growing up."
He remembered him a little now. "You look good for a white guy."
Just a bit younger than him then. Made sense, he'd lost a year in-between, so he was a little behind in school. Not that he cared. Finishing high school wasn't high up in his priorities. "You used to be scrawny. Good job growing up."
He remembered him a little now. "You look good for a white guy."
"I worked out a lot last summer and it's finally paying off. Kinda." He was still skinny but now he had some kind of definition. He was hoping by the time he was 18, he'd had that bulk he really wanted. He had the will, he'd make it happen. Leaning to the side, he checked himself out in the rear view and pulled a face, sticking out his tongue at himself. Opening his mouth wide, he looked at his teeth curiously. "My face is weird. I don't like it. It's not real, you know?"
Probably not. No one seemed to think about it like he did, it got quite boring. "Like my date, she's weird too. She looks one way and speaks another. I do too. We all kind of do. We say and act like we should even if we don't want to. Makes your face look weird over time." He inspected it again and then turned to Victor.
"Weird is sexy though. Like you. You got no hair and all the chicks love it. It's pretty hot."
Probably not. No one seemed to think about it like he did, it got quite boring. "Like my date, she's weird too. She looks one way and speaks another. I do too. We all kind of do. We say and act like we should even if we don't want to. Makes your face look weird over time." He inspected it again and then turned to Victor.
"Weird is sexy though. Like you. You got no hair and all the chicks love it. It's pretty hot."
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"Hm. People act. They dress up and act. I did that for a while." Victor wondered whether his hair falling out was what made him stop or whether that was just a coincidence. Either way, it had worked for him. "Can't be bothered now."
He had done it more when his parents were still around, on and off. But now? Not much point to that. Not much point to anything, really.
He had slowed down by now, with traffic being denser. They were in the city. "You been to the Foxglove?" He was sixteen and still putting on the act, so Victor assumed he hadn't. He was sure he'd take to it quickly.
He had done it more when his parents were still around, on and off. But now? Not much point to that. Not much point to anything, really.
He had slowed down by now, with traffic being denser. They were in the city. "You been to the Foxglove?" He was sixteen and still putting on the act, so Victor assumed he hadn't. He was sure he'd take to it quickly.
"Nah, never been able to get an invite. You gotta have a name on the list or know someone. I don't know anyone that fun." It was a hard place to get into when underage and underconnected but tonight might be the exception. He leaned back in the car and changed the station again to something more upbeat, not wanting to lose the energy now they'd hit the city properly.
"I'm glad you don't act, Zsaszy-baby. I like that about you. I always did. I look into your eyes and I see a person that makes sense. You look into anyone else's and it's all bullshit. Fuck that." They made no sense to him. Victor did.
In his own weirdly unique way.
"I'm glad you don't act, Zsaszy-baby. I like that about you. I always did. I look into your eyes and I see a person that makes sense. You look into anyone else's and it's all bullshit. Fuck that." They made no sense to him. Victor did.
In his own weirdly unique way.
"Uh-huh. I'm a unicorn." He said it without a hint of irony, evidently thinking that was a very reasonable description of himself. He was rare, he'd say that much. But there were many ways of being rare. He could sense it with Roman too. That off quality. Something underneath the surface there. Perhaps too much.
"I can get you in anywhere. They won't even ask for ID." Money talked everywhere. Perhaps even louder in Gotham.
"I can get you in anywhere. They won't even ask for ID." Money talked everywhere. Perhaps even louder in Gotham.
"A unicorn? Aww, I love that. I wish I was a unicorn but rich white boys like me? A dime a dozen. I gotta make myself stand out more, you know? Right now I'm just a very sexy and admirable horse. Just wanna be something more." He was very aware that what made Victor more exciting was his lack of hair and unique expressions meanwhile he was just weird looking white guy. That wasn't nearly as fun.
"So, can I ask you something, kinda personal but whatever. I feel like nothing is too personal." Or it wasn't to Roman anyway. "What's it like to lose your parents?"
"So, can I ask you something, kinda personal but whatever. I feel like nothing is too personal." Or it wasn't to Roman anyway. "What's it like to lose your parents?"
"Hm." Victor didn't mind the question, it wasn't as if being asked about it made it any more or less real. It was easy to answer too, even if he didn't expect anyone to understand it. "Dunno about everyone. For me... Made me realise what matters."
Nothing much, as it turned out. He turned the corner, basically following traffic rules now that they were almost there.
Nothing much, as it turned out. He turned the corner, basically following traffic rules now that they were almost there.
"Did it make you feel free? Liberated? I mean you get to throw parties, live alone and do whatever you want! Isn't that the dream? There's loads of movies and books about that fantasy! I love them. I want it. I guess I just don't know cause I've never done it." If he got rid of his parents, he ran the risk of being arrested and losing all of his freedom so he was in no rush to try, he was just curious.
"I'm excited to be eighteen. I'm going to move out right away."
"I'm excited to be eighteen. I'm going to move out right away."
"Nah. My parents travelled a lot and they didn't believe in giving me rules. I was usually alone and I always got to do what I want." Victor didn't have complaints about his parents, really. They'd been all right. He'd liked them. Maybe more than he'd realised. "I'm just as free."
Kind of. "I've less holding me." There was that.
Kind of. "I've less holding me." There was that.
"Ah." Oh, this was an emotional thing. He was supposed to care, right? He pulled a face without meaning to that showed how much he cared but he was mostly just trying to figure out what to say. "Maybe put some stones in your pockets. Either they'll hold you down or they'll drown you faster."
With a shrug, he leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself. Nailed it.
With a shrug, he leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself. Nailed it.
"I've tried drowning. Didn't really work, it got boring?" Victor frowned and shrugged, then steered the car to the side to get into the garage for the Foxglove Club, not surprised to just be waved in by security. He had been here before and he was easily recognisable, no matter what car he felt. "But maybe you can be a stone."
He glanced at him for a moment, considering. "Emerald."
He glanced at him for a moment, considering. "Emerald."
"Oooh, I do love a good emerald! Or any precious rock. They say that money can't fix problems but I really think poor people with no money think that. I mean, they have none to fix anything. Nothing fixes a problem like a shiny rock." At least, it fixed it for Roman. He loved expensive watches, jewels, gold, weird antiques that flexed his wealth. For him, money was for display and show - it was a means to brag.
As he got out of the car, he looked around the garage. "Lots of expensive cars here. Interesting." Rich people apparently loved kink clubs.
As he got out of the car, he looked around the garage. "Lots of expensive cars here. Interesting." Rich people apparently loved kink clubs.
"M-hm. Membership fees aren't cheap. I think it's 3,000 a month? Dunno." Money wasn't much of an issue in his mind, for obvious reasons, but he did know he paid something. "It's exclusive. Either you pay or you are someone."
Victor waited to walk next to Roman, headed for the elevator. "I can bring guests, you'll be fine." There were perks that came with the membership tier he was in. "You'll be my arm candy."
Victor waited to walk next to Roman, headed for the elevator. "I can bring guests, you'll be fine." There were perks that came with the membership tier he was in. "You'll be my arm candy."
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