[Kitsumi]

Quick Warning: the mature tag is in this roleplay for a reason! There will be plenty of swearing, adult (read: sexual) situations, alcohol/drug abuse, and much more. Some content may be triggering, such as references of self harm and masochistic behaviors. Read at your own risk.


Crux

"Fuuuuuck." The male groaned, hands tangled in the blonde hair of the woman leaning over his lap. The woman had been prattling on about something or other ever since Crux had approached her. After about two hours of listening to that annoying whiny voice of hers, he had finally found a better use for her mouth. And it just so happened that this particular act shut her up as well - a double win, for him.

Throwing his head back, Crux removed the lit cigarette he had left lying on the edge of the ashtray that sat on the table beside the couch. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the cherry end of the cigarette against the bare skin of his arm. His eyes snapped open and he let out a cry as waves of pleasure surged through him.

[Kitsumi]

The woman looked up, wiping her mouth with a nearby napkin. She grinned, running her hands over his legs. "Did you like that, baby? Maybe you can take me back to your place, and we can-"

"Shut the fuck up," Crux said. When the woman opened her mouth as if to protest, he grabbed her face, his fingers on one cheek and his thumb on the other. "I liked you a lot better when my dick was in your mouth. If I have to hear your voice for one goddamned minute, I swear to god I'm going to blow my brains out. Now get outta here." He let go of her, leaving her staring at him in shock.

For a moment, she had a half-smile on her face as if waiting for him to say he was joking. But when she realized that he was serious, her face was contorted by rage and indignation. "Are you serious? You're a fucking prick, you know that?" She stood, turning on her heel and stomping away.

Crux simply grinned, mumbling under his breath, "Good riddance."

[Kitsumi]

For several minutes, Crux remained where he was. A barmaid passed by him, and he reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap. "What the-" the woman turned, ready with a sharp tongue, when she spotted who it was. "Oh! Crux, I didn't recognize you in the dim light." Her voice immediately took on a sultry tone, and she angled toward him, giving him a nice view down her shirt. Crux was a regular customer at this particular club, and he was known to tip well, which made for very friendly staff.

"Do me a favor, doll, and bring me a drink? Tell the bartender it's for me - he knows what I like." He winked, and gave her ample bottom a hard pinch as she stood and headed towards the bar. Leaning back, he rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him. In that moment, Crux felt as if he were on top of the world.

[Kitsumi]

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end. Crux's night out came to a screeching halt when he noticed a rather large man approaching him. "Shit," he swore, quickly gulping down the remains of his drink. He swallowed the liquid as the man stopped in front of him, crossing his tattooed arms and removing his sunglasses to pierce Crux with a hard stare.

"You know the drill, kid. Your father wants you home, now." He took Crux's arm, applying just enough pressure to firmly force the younger man off the couch without hurting him. A few people passing by laughed and pointed, but one look from Crux's father's bodyguard sent them on their way.

The younger man sighed. "Ah, yes. Daddy dearest hates to have his family image tainted. I'm sure it's just so horrible to have a son who enjoys actually living his life, eh, big guy?"

The bodyguard simply grunted, escorting Crux to the limo that waited outside.

[Kitsumi]

Crux tried to open a bottle of champagne as soon as he entered the limousine, but the bodyguard was too quick for him. The large man pried the glass bottle from Crux's hands, ignoring the curses that fell from the young man's mouth. "You're going to need to sober up," he said in a serious voice. "From what I hear, your father is waiting. He has something important to speak to you about."

If that was an attempt to worry Crux, it failed. He simply rolled his eyes and draped himself across the seat. "Oh, please. That old goat always seems to have something to say to me. Let me guess - is he upset about the woman I hooked up with at his last party? How was I supposed to know that she was his new girlfriend." He smirked. "She certainly chose the better man, though, I must say."

It wasn't until the limousine began pulling up the long driveway of the grand estate that Crux finally stopped talking. His father was waiting outside on the steps, instead of inside. That was a very, very bad sign.