Happy Birthday, Maxxie

[noonelaughed]

It hasn't actually been that long since the last proper party on the island, but Chris can't help but feel like it's been fuckin' ages or something, what with all that's happened between then and now. If he's honest about it, they've probably got more to mourn than to celebrate, what with how the island's fucked with all of their lives lately,

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[behindtheskin]

When a pair of hands reached out to Effy, clasping on either arm, she hardly stirred at all. The thing about raves was that everyone needed everyone else, in one way or another. Physical support, encouragement, debauchery, it as all part and parcel of a rave. Some part of Effy knew that it was only a matter of time before she'd feel it all too much, the reverberations against her chest making it hard to breathe, but the problem with a bad decision was how very little friction there ever was, how little of a chance any of them stood to be stopped. Effy didn't bother fighting the momentum. Never had, never could, even if she wanted.

But this one, he was harmless. Absolutely harmless. Bright blue eyes stared from where she tilted her head back, the top of her head resting against his chest, and she leaned up to take a small sniff of his breath.

"You're hardly even fucked," she remarked lightly, grin amused at best, and perhaps even a touch predatory.

[imastud_dude]

He'd hit the jackpot.

It's not like he wasn't used to hot chicks literally throwing themselves at him, but Puck knew a good thing when he saw one. And a hot chick looking at you like that.

It usually meant he'd only have to put in minimal effort for maximum outcome. Chicks who smile like that don't even want you to be nice to them.

"Yeah? Neither are you."

[behindtheskin]

His words seemed to brush by her immediately- not fucked, one of the voices giggled, oh how clueless the boy was- as her eyes trailed instead to his hair, one hand moving to gingerly run against the line. There was no disputing the immediate visual trigger that it provided, and a voiceless laugh passed by her lips at the very thought. "Oh look," she murmured with a grin, her palm continuing to run along the line of his hair. "Even without, you'll remember how it feels."

With another laugh, Effy twirled around, spun by the music and the breath rushing through the caves, looking at the boy properly, for once, and probably for the only time. "Not your type of party, is it?"

[imastud_dude]

He leaned into her hand, kind of like a cat, because it felt really good and he was too stoned not to be a needy jerk.

"If I say no, you're going to think I'm a big loser, and if I say yes, you're gonna know I'm lying. You've got that look that chicks get when they just know stuff. I really kind of hate that look."

He was talking way too much. Damn.

[behindtheskin]

"Oooh, like this look?" Effy teased, opening her eyes wide for a second and letting him see a touch of that madness and knowing, the kind that she used to be capable of wielding to her advantage. The one that would ride the highs and lows of the sound and the vibrations around her, and just not give a damn. But she softened it almost immediately, and the touch of her hand changed too, to that of guiding a child more than anything else.

He was a child, after all. They all were, but... this one, he hadn't been forced to grow yet.

"What makes you think those of us who belong here aren't losers?" she asked, the slightest hint of curiosity in her voice.