mixed drinks, mixed feelings {PARTY ANIMALS}

[DORIAN MOORE]

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Dorian's hand ran up the length of his long pale leg, enjoying its smooth, hairless quality. Pressing it into his white stocking, he realized that he was taking an extraordinarily long time getting ready. He was happy, however, as shaving and primping and putting on makeup was quite relaxing. It took his mind off of the other pressing concerns in his life and gave him a fresh reminder of how beautiful he was. Pulling on his next stocking, Dorian watched himself in the mirror; with his long curly hair with smokey black makeup Dorian passed for an impossibly good woman - ironic that he should, for all of his misogyny.

He sighed, noting that this was merely the quiet before the storm. He had to go to a party - the most loathesome gathering of people on the planet. He would have to get sufficiently drunk in order to bear it all, and stuffed a flask of vodka down his dress between his fake breasts. It was bizarre, really, that his high school life had been spent at parties. Most of them his own. But now, after growing up a little, he found they weren't as fun as they had been. But this was his first college party. Maybe it'd turn out better!

After stepping into his fabulous high heels and adorning himself with jewelry, Dorian stepped back to admire himself conceitedly in the mirror. Standing at 5'10" normally, Dorian was now five inches taller than usual. He performed a few poses for his own enjoyment, and looked like a larger-than-life gazelle-like supermodel. Once he was satisfied, Dorian finally left his bedroom, making his way out of his house and into the car. His driver already positioned to take him to Treasure Island.

Although George, the grey-ing man in the front seat, had no issue with Dorian's choice of short dress and high heels, he did worry about the blonde boy's safety. Not everyone took androgyny lightly, and he knew there would be some people out to hurt Dorian. He hoped at least one person would keep an eye on the boy, but one could never be too careful.

Putting up outside the casino, Dorian slipped his rabbit mask over his face, and carefully slid out of the car, making sure to keep his legs as close together as possible until he was standing steady on his feet. He smiled at George and said a quick 'thank you' and 'goodbye' before he gracefully walked up and entered the building.

He waltzed down the hallway with a grace that showed he obviously had worn heels several times before. Smiling, Dorian immediately recognized many of the people from his induction day at college. But not all of their names came to his mind. He would need to work on that. He was glad he wasn't the only one wearing a mask, but he saw others had painted faces or - having not made any effort - just stuck some ears on their head and hoped for the best.

His own outfit had been difficult to think of, he had attached a little rabbit tail to the back of his dress, he had small brown shows, little brown gloves and as many brown and gold accessories as he could find. Although the mask made it obvious what he was, he hoped that at least someone might be able to tell without it.

Walking into the main hall where everyone was already dancing away he stopped for a moment in the doorway, just looking. Even though Dorian was trying to imitate his usual nonchalant attitude, he could not help but feel anxiety knot in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the living mass of party-goers in the next room. He hated to be bumped and jostled, and even less to become a mess. But if he wasn't going to dive head first into ever opportunity he wasn't going to get anywhere in life...he needed to start, right now.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

Marcus had really been debating going to this stupid Animal Party thing. It was at a Casino, so there was definitely a positive side. But not being able to get in without a costume was what was making him quite reluctant.

Marcus Otter wasn't know for his creative streak, mostly because he didn't have one. He didn't like to make people think otherwise either, and so he was really thinking about just staying home- or going up to that strip club again.

But then again... Dorian was going. And when Dorian went to these kind of events, he always went in short little dresses that showed off far too much. He personally didn't mind, but the moment he caught some other sleezey guy checking Dorian out, he got quite pissed off. He needed to keep an eye on the boy.

He grumbled from his spot on the couch. He'd been rattling his brain thinking of something quick and easy for a costume to get into the place. Luckily the shark week ad on television gave him his idea and he quickly went to the computer. After printing out and taping down a picture of a shark to a white t-shirt of his, he made to leave the apartment, checking his wrist-watch on the way down the three flights of stairs.

Hopping into his hunk of junk caddy, he pulled out of the parking lots and onto the road towards the Treasure Island casino.

Apparently, the bouncers didn't find his costume as fantastic as he did.

"What is this crap you're trying to pull?" One of them had scowled.

"I'm a shark. Let me in." He muttered pushing past the bouncers and into the casino. If Marcus was the type of person to care, he would've felt completely under-dressed in his blue jeans and white t-shirt, the printed out picture of a shark still taped in place. He didn't care, though, which was why he was happy to stroll through the main hall ignoring the glares from all the people who had genuinely put effort into their costumes.

A blonde girl with a rabbit tail on the back of her dress was distracting him for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to be looking for Dorian. Peeling his eyes away from the pleasant sight, he let his eyes roam the room, stopping after a moment. How dense could he get? The blonde girl was Dorian. Duh. Shaking his head at himself before a smirk pulled at his lips, he started over towards the boy.

"Excuse me for being forward, ma'm, but you're looking divine." Marcus had said into the boys ear, as he came up behind him arms sliding around his waist. "Now, how about we make like rabbits and multiply." He cooed, turning the boy around towards him.

"Oh, Dorian." He said as if he were surprised. "I didn't see you there." He teased, smirk broadening as he looked the boy over.

"Nice costume, but what are you supposed to be?" He joked lightly, eyes moving past the hem-line of Dorian's dress.

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Dorian had been dancing for a while before he slid off to one side, watching as people were still entering the building. He found to so fascinating to see all of the different costumes people had come up with, the way they carried themselves and the friends they were with. After a moment, someone tapped his shoulder and he turned to see a group of people he had talked to on their induction day. Pretty soon he was engrossed in their conversation about the college and the courses they would be taking. He didn't even think to keep an eye out for someone he knew from High School. The only person he knew really well was Marcus, and the likely-hood of him even turning up was very slim. Even though Dorian had reminded him again and again that he needed a costume.

As the conversation died down a little, Dorian returned his attention to the rest of the people around him. He squeaked lightly when he felt a warm arm around his waist and the sound of Marcus' voice in his ear. It was a good thing the mask was hiding his blush. After a moment he pulled it off and turned to face the boy, an eyebrow raised at the costume - or lack of - that he had come in.

Hey Marcus, Dorian grinned, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck and standing on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. Nice-er costume...what are you...a dolphin? he teased, nudging the boy lightly with his elbow. He giggle slightly when Marcus asked what he was, turning around he bent over slightly and wiggled his bum to make the tail move.

I'm a bunny, he grinned, straightening up and moving closer to Marcus. and I'm afraid 'multiplying' is out of the question. But you might be 'subtracting' those clothes later, he whispered in the boy's ear as he took Marcus' hand and lead him over to the drinks.

What would you like? My treat, he asked, hanging off Marcus' arm like any other girl would.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

"On the cheek?" He chuckled, pulling the boy back in for a proper kiss, patting him on the tail and he kept his arm around the other's shoulder.

"A dolphin?" He repeated questioningly, pointing out the sharp teeth the shark on his shirt was bearing. "Hell no. Those things are pussies." He chuckled shaking his head at Dorian before watching him show off that tail he'd been admiring earlier.

Grabbing the boy by the waist as he wagged the rabbit tail, he pulled him close, hands sliding down the dress,

"Just short enough for me, and no one else." He commented with a smirk, taking a moment to see if there were any guys he needed to put in their place for looking at Dorian. No one that he cared to bother with right now.

"The drinks are your treat? Ah. In that case, I want the tequila." He said, eyes catching the slot machines out of the corner of his eye. "Bring mine over." Was all he said before his hands slid from around Dorian's waist and he made a bee-line for the card table.

"Deal me in." He told the blackjack dealer, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Dorian was on his way with that tequila.

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Dorian was still blushing minutes after as the kiss ended and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, savoring the moment. He was s secretly pleased that Marcus had initiated a proper kiss, rather than waiting for Dorian to do it all. Maybe they were starting to get somewhere? Now wouldn't that be something. He giggled when he felt Marcus grab the tail, playfully pushing the boy's arm away from him.

Marcusss, people are looking! he whined, pretending that he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

He bit his lip slowly as Marcus admired his dress, giving the boy a spin he held onto the help of the material to stop it revealing his underwear, which was equally as girly. I thought you would want it a bit shorter, Dorian smiled, sliding the material slowly up his thigh, but he stopped short as someone walked past them, not wanting Marcus to get angry at him.

Pulling his dress back down, he went over to the bar to place their order and was about to turn to talk to Marcus, but found he had already wandered off somewhere. Dorian sighed and leant against the bar, watching the boy retreating behind the slot machines and the card tables.

After a moment he took their glasses and gracefully walked over to the other boy, handing him his tequila. Don't get too drunk, I can't carry you in these heels, he warned, admiring his shoes. He watched the game begin, sipping his drink as slowly as possible to make sure his lipstick didn't come off. It was on the second round when another guy slid into the seat next to Marcus, his eyes immediately on Dorian, who pretended not to notice.

What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?

Dorian rolled his eyes and ignored the question, stepping a little closer to Marcus.

Aww c'mon doll. You don't want him. A dolphin, right? What about the king of the jungle? came the voice again, and a hand was placed on Dorian's ass. He frowned at he man, but the hand wasn't removed.

I'm not interested, he said firmly, but his words fell on deaf ears.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

He'd settled into the game before turning to make sure Dorian had followed him over. Patting him on the tail as if to say 'good bunny', he took the tequila from the boy's hand and downed a good third of it before revealing his cards to the player opposite him.

Hah, bitch lost. He collected up a good fifteen chips and glanced back to Dorian victoriously. Another guy had joined the table, though, and was eyeing his Dorian with the sort of look that always ruffled up Marcus's feathers. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if in warning- although, he never gave out the privilege of warnings. He just wasn't quite in the mood to kick the guy's ass yet. He wanted to win another hand first.

Ignoring the first irking comment as best he could, only gritting his teeth in a pissed off fashion he turned over his cards. Damn. It wasn't a good hand- and all the more reason to take anger out on sleezy random guy who was attempting to chat Dorian up.

Standing to his full height of 6'3'', he glared down to the man who was still seated,

"Either you fuck off. Or I fuck you up." He grunted in the guys direction, pulling Dorian in a little more towards him, as if staking claim over property (which Dorian was...).

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Alright, bro. Chill out. I was just having a laugh. the man said, quickly backtracking and putting his hands up as if in surrender. My bad.

Dorian was trying to keep a straight face, as though he didn't like the feeling of being the center of attention. But they way Marcus was holding him, why didn't he do it all the time?

It's no big deal Marcus, concentrate on your game he said quietly, his hand resting on Marcus' shoulder, encouraging him to sit down again. The man had got up out of his seat and walked off, so Dorian was able to slide into the seat next to Marcus.

Leaning slightly on the table, Dorian watched the next hand being dealt out, So, how do we play? he asked Marcus with a smile, as he found himself being dealt in the next round.

Not that Dorian really cared if he lost - he had the money to throw away, but beating Marcus at his own game, that would be special.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

Marcus let his eyes follow the retreating figure with a look of superiority, a look of malice. His grip on Dorian tightened for a moment as his eyes returned to the boy, and he finally let his arms slide back down to his side.

"No big deal." Marcus scoffed, plopping back down a little grumpier into his chair, sighing and picking up the new stack of cards he'd been dealt. Releasing a sigh to attempt to bring himself back down he, looked to Dorian beside him, who had apparently joined in the game this time. As he eyed his cards in thought he explained the working of blackjack- which it seemed he was just about to lose again.

"Fuck." He muttered when everyone was showing their cards. "You know, actually, I like the slot machines much better." He mumbled, getting up, wrapping an arm around Dorian's waist and pulling him up and away with him. He did not need to lose anymore money this week. Being near the casinos was proving to be very harmful to his money supply.

"Why don't you help me out with the lever, babe?" Marcus smirked, as he stepped Dorian up to the game and slid his hands from the boys waist to his arms, guiding them towards the lever. The bunny costume was really working in Dorian's favor quite well, Marcus was much less interested in the slots than in sliding his hands over the thin fabric of the costume.

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Dorian was just getting the hang of the card game when he felt Marcus' arm around him again. Blushing he waved goodbye to the people who were sitting at the table, a few of the older men muttered their disappointment - but Dorian didn't hear. Smiling slightly when he was placed in front of a lever, all sorts of innuendos came into his head. Gripping it with both hands he pretended to struggle with pulling it down, It's too hard, Marcus. he moaned, pouting slightly, letting his fingers slide up and down the metal.

He bent over slightly, stepping back into Marcus as he gave it another go. It's really stiff, he added, biting his lip as he turned to face the other boy. Can you help loosen it up for me? he asked Marcus, pretending to let his hand slip over the lever.

Dorian sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to sulk, lips pouting slightly. I think I need more practice he reasoned, playfully tugging at the lever once more. He was sure he almost had Marcus captured for the night, and he was going to do everything he could to keep it that way.

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[MARCUS OTTER]

Marcus's eye were far too eagerly on Dorian's hand around that lever. Smirk growing across his lips as the boy threw out suggestive comments left and right, Marcus slid his hands over Dorian's and pulled the lever easily, tsking softly into his ear as he watched the symbols come onto the screen. Luck was not with him in the casinos tonight, at least not where money was concerned.

"It looks like I've got a few more things I need to teach you." He mumbled back to Dorian, pulling him in close by his hips, hand finding its way into that blonde hair Dorian liked so much for 'Holly' to have. Twisting his finger around a strand, he held Dorian to him still with his other hand.

"George supposed to be coming to pick you up?" Marcus questioned, figuring that was how the boy had gotten here. He'd much rather take Dorian home with him, though, see what the inside of this costume looked like...on the floor.

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You're welcome to teach me anything you like, Dorian muttered, fingers walking up Marcus' chest. He blushed, leaning back a little as Marcus played with his hair. Back on high school he had always worn a wig - different colours, depending on his mood. But since then he had grown out his own hair. It made everything so much easier. Plus he always loved to spend hours styling it.

Biting his lip at Marcus' question he smiled, his hands playing with the belt loops on the other's pants. I said I'd call him if I needed a lift...but if you have other plans...? he said looking up at the taller boy. He could only imagine what Marcus had planned, but whatever it was - as long as it was just the two of them - Dorian didn't mind. Wrapping his arms around Marcus' neck he pulled the boy forward and kissed the underside of his chin. I'd hate to see this dress go to waste...

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