theres a party at the end of the world [avery]

[kingston]

2 a.m., I'm on a blackout binge again

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Kingston rarely thought of how loud the music was at these parties. It felt natural to him, the same way you didn't think about breathing or blinking. You knew it was happening but never gave it so much of a second thought. It made the room feel really alive, the number of people around him being packed almost too closely. He managed to pull his way through, trying to remember to be polite but still quite sure no one heard what he said any way. The only reason the boy was even there was because he had been bored at home and one of his friends had called to tell him what he was missing out on. Kingston had yet to learn the ability of turning down a good party, so he got dressed quickly before heading to the large apartment he was in now. It was a relief to get inside, having been playing with his phone and not paying attention he managed to get spotted by a few guys with cameras who were obviously just waiting around the area for someone worth taking a picture of. I mean, he wasn't even doing anything interesting. He was walking, but it was some how news worthy where he was going. The success and fame hadn't really got to him or any of the others in the band that much. It still blew him away that people cared that much, but it could get draining when you just wanted to go out and party for a night without looking over your shoulder. The part itself wasn't exactly A-list but there were quite a few other people from the label and from bands he'd worked with before. In fact he walked right by a girl who he could swear was a personal assistant that he'd met before but he didn't really want stop to talk cause it looked like the girl was about to really prove how poorly she could handle her alcohol.

Feeling bad for the girl though as he saw some creepy desperate guy heading her way. "Don't worry about it, shes with me," he said with as much seriousness as you'd ever hear from him after quickly wrapping an arm around the girl to try to support her a bit. Sighing softly, but giving her a good natured smile when she finally seemed to figure out what was going on. " You really ought to taking a break from the whole getting shit faced business dear," he said with a laugh when she started apologizing in completely slurred words like he was going to run up to her boss and demand she get fired. Leading the way to a small office down the hall, he pushed the door open to the only available couch or bed he'd seen thus far. Making sure she had a phone and that no one else was about to pop in, Kingston left without a very ceremonious goodbye. He was a giver, always had been and it took up far too much time to go around feeling bad for all these people. Needless to say, he found a drink and quickly before his spirits got pulled down any further. Being on the road and around the other guys in the band Kingston was pretty good at keeping up with everyone drinking wise, except for maybe Griff but Kingston had yet to figure out how his friend managed as much as he did. Technically he still wasn't old enough to get anything himself but there were plenty of people who didn't think twice about going and buying him loads of whatever he wanted. Luckily the label never question the amount of nights spent out as long as they made sure to show up to any meetings, studio recordings or concerts. Incredibly boring if you asked Kingston, other than playing. But a free ticket for whatever he felt like drinking was just another reason to be thankful that Clocks Don't Stop had gotten signed in the first place.

Stopping to talk to one of the producers of the last album for only a minute or two before Kingston decided to go looking for someone with a little more to talk around than the new sound system across town. Wandering around the room while glancing at the couples making out on the couch and the girls who were trying to throw themselves at anyone they thought might help them get a deal somewhere. Thankfully he spotted a Avery's familiar face in the crowd. Grinning happily, glad to have found someone he knew was always up for doing something. Drinking tonight?, he asked jokingly after being close enough for Ave to hear him before finishing what he had in his hand. Though it was meant only as a joke, he already knew Ave was probably well ahead of him when it came to how much each had had that night. Most nights when Kingston hung out with Avery, it was at some club or party. Very rarely did they make day plans, except for the occasional breakfast after a really rough night. Kingston wasn't a morning person, he didn't perk up until at least one in the afternoon and often forgot that there were people out there that had to be at work by nine. He assumed Ave was probably the same way, he certainly didn't act like he was going to be getting up for an early morning meeting tomorrow at least.

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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

The one thing Avery Winford couldn’t stand about parties was…..nothing. Everything about parties was something that Ave liked. It was odd to think about, because there were always those little awkward kids that definitely didn’t like to be at parties or whatever, but Ave even enjoyed them. Avery even enjoyed the drunk chicks that thought scoring a deal meant sleeping with any dude that told them they were a part of the record company. Well, he might have enjoyed them just to see something go down, but at least he knew he wasn’t one of those douches. Not even when he was drunk. That said a lot about him, he thought, because Avery could get as wasted as he wanted, and he would never solicit someone else. Possibly himself…but not in the way most people thought the ‘rock star type’ did. Ave wasn’t that kind of guy, and even when he was completely mindlessly wasted, he was a good enough guy to keep a good sense of control on what he did. Most of the time, anyway.

So when there was a party in a city like New York, Ave was pretty much the first person everyone told. Of course, but the fifth person, Avery let people down lightly by telling them that he’d already heard of the party. That was just a perk of being a party freak; lots of people knew who he was and where to find him if they heard of a New York party any time soon. Avery was the kind of guy that people liked to party with, and he knew that much himself. He was the guy that you wanted to be in high school because you could party all night with him and he was still the nicest fucking guy you ever met. Hell, he was the guy he’d wanted to be in high school. Mostly, Ave had been tagged one of those music freaks that came from a wealthy family. He became an alcoholic early on, but it hadn’t been until Whisperer had been signed and he’d pretty much come to live in New York when the band wasn’t touring or taking short breaks that he had really partied much and been the life of the party at the same time. Of course, on those nights he could get Savannah to come out with him to parties, she was the life of the party, because honestly she was his whole life. And Avery was cheesy enough to spell it out just like that. He partied hard when he wasn’t with Vanna, but openly admitted he had so much more fun when she was with him.

Sadly, this was one of those parties where she’d decided to not go. Avery couldn’t remember what her reason was, but all he knew was that he was going stag. He was kind of okay with that though, because if Vanna wasn’t there, she wouldn’t tell him he’d had enough or that it was time to go home when he’d only gone through two red plastic SOLO cups. Avery was faithful enough for Vanna to trust him on his own at parties anyway; first he was twenty-two and quite capable of looking after himself. And second, Avery never once flirted with other girls. He knew he had Vanna, and he knew she was all he needed. Other girls were good for being friends with, but they did nothing else for Ave the way his girl already did. Somehow, even through being completely wasted he knew that. Avery wasn’t really sure why, but he just simply said, when asked, that him and Vanna were meant to be, and every part of him knows that. He couldn’t cheat on her; Ave couldn’t bear to see Savanna Torres that sad, depressed, or mad at him. In short, Avery lived to please her, but parties and drinking was his time to please himself. After all, he felt he really deserved it after a long day of work.

All Avery could say as he walked through the door was that he was thankful the party wasn’t label specific. The last thing Avery needed was to show up at a Carry On only party and be looked at like an outsider by the people that worked at the label (not necessarily musicians and stuff though). Sure, he was optimistic about parties, but being stared at like he was some sort of Allisstar Alien just brought his whole….party attitude way down. Thus, he was glad he saw a few familiar faces right away from the Allisstar team as soon as he walked in. He said hello, like he always would in any situation, and quickly found the drinks. If he didn’t not like anything that had to do with parties (besides the label specific parties), the drinks were his favorite part. Actually, the drinks really were his favorite part. As stated before, he’d started drinking at a young age, and that habit hadn’t gotten much better since then. It hadn’t really gotten too much worse over the years, but Avery was still young. Things could get worse later on…if he let this alcoholism get out of hand. He could end up hitting rock bottom like that Gerard Way dude or something.

A voice calling his name pulled Ave out of that thought, thankfully. By then, he’d gone through one drink and was already on his second, which was a good start for Ave. Usually by that time, he’d be one drink ahead of himself, and his vision would be blurry. But he could see clearly, and as he turned around, he smiled at who was calling him. Finally, someone he knew and someone he knew he’d have a conversation with. The people already around him just wanted to dance and party, which was okay….but Ave was the kind of partier that had fun by socializing too, instead of just dancing and grinding (especially when he was alone). But he wasn’t alone now, thanks to Kingston. He chuckled at what Kingston had said and held up his cup. “Of course.” He looked at the younger musician and noticed the drink in his own hand. The part of Avery that acted like the older brother for anyone under his age wanted to rip the cup out and yell, but the real Avery wouldn’t have it. The real Avery didn’t care who got drunk, just that everyone was having a good time. “Any party is a reason to celebrate…and I celebrate with booze!” he said, finally feeling a bit of a buzz setting in as he took another swig of his drink.


1,106 - devinn/kingston! - i made i made i made i made. happy? um yeah so that was pretty okay for me o-o quality wise. anyway. i'm too lazy to find an image for an outfit right now. maybe later though.

[kingston]

2 a.m., I'm on a blackout binge again

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If Kingston had just been a regular teenager, if he'd just went to regular house parties every night, then the amount of drinking he did might have been considered a lot worse than it was. He didn't always drink himself into oblivion, but how frequently he was out at all hours of the night and not able to move until three in the afternoon the next day would have been a cause for concern. But when being in Clocks Don't Stop had given him plenty of room to bend the rules. People expected it from him, from all of them really. It seemed to hardly ever cross anyones mind that he wasn't suppose to be drinking, an it wasn't like people here were about to tell him to stick to water. Plus there were plenty of people around who were a lot worse than he was, a lot more dependent on the lifestyle than he was. Kingston only ever went out to have fun no matter who he was with. Sometimes he went with the band, but many nights were like this one where he went out on his own to just hope he ran into someone he knew. Really, he loved his band mates but no one wanted to be around the same people every second of every day. He enjoyed being on his own, being able to do whatever he wanted and not discussing it with anyone before hand. Besides, being around Griff and Felix could often leave you feeling like a third wheel when no one else was around. Kingston didn't like thinking that he needed to bring anyone else around for it to be a good night.

Hence why you could usually find him at this parties arriving alone, something he did that didn't really go with the whole idea of a celebrity life like his drinking habits did. Kingston never pretended that he was interested in dating anyone just because he could. He wasn't the one who brought a blonde bimbo under each arm to make sure that people knew how awesome he was. Anyone who was rumored to be seeing him had usually never had so much as an actual conversation with him. It was easy to make that kind of stuff up with him though, in a way he brought it upon himself. When you didn't give people the answer they were looking for or any straight answer at all, they decided to piece together their own story. Not that Kingston flat out never cared about anyone but himself, that would be a huge lie. Being around Avery had already reminded him about Ahleigh. He was just content with what he had and the idea of a relationship with anyone always felt like a struggle for him. In truth, he had never made the best boyfriend. He was forgetful, rash, and a little too self-centered for most romantic interests to deal with. And to top it off, he wasn't looking to change any of it. Kingston was much easier to just be friends with, he was much better at being careless, unconcerned and fun than he was at being kind, sensitive or devoted. He could grow up about it eventually, but there was nothing that made him feel like rushing into that.

That was something Kingston had never understood about Avery, the certainty the other boy had in his girlfriend. Kingston thought it was crazy, the way Avery thought they were meant to be. The idea of asking Avery how he was so sure often came up often but Kingston had long ago given up on thinking he could talk his friend out of it. For some reason unknown to him, Avery was willing to give every other girl up for just that one. Utterly absurd if you asked him, it was impossible for Kingston to think of many reasons for why anyone would chose that. He didn't see much difference between Vanna and the next girl. Except that Avery always seemed really happy even to just talk about her when Kingston thought to ask how she was, that was a difference. He figured it was one of those things that you couldn't understand because it wasn't happening to you. The same way you couldn't imagine being blind or something like that, something you couldn't explain because you were only guessing at what it was like. You didn't get the whole picture, the details were missing. Most people would just assume there was something wrong with him, that Kingston just didn't understand what it meant, this whole being in love business. And they were right of course, he didn't put in enough effort to. But if it were that easy, to just say that since you loved someone everything would be all right and just work out in the end, then you wouldn't hear about all the messy divorces and things that Kingston himself heard on a daily basis.

There was more to it, this thing that made Avery act so differently from before. That was all Kingston wanted to know about, the thing that changed the person you were just dating into the person you were meant to be with. He could date as many people as he wanted, but in the end Kingston got bored with them. There was never anything special about it, they were all pretty easy to forget. It made him sound rather cold, the fact that he both knew and accepted that most people he would meet were expendable. The boy never lingered or dwell on one person for too long, he liked being surrounded by new people as often as possible. That was his comfort zone, that was what he didn't want to lose. The risk you took on any serious new relationship had always sent him packing. He wasn't willing to take it, he wasn't willing to take the chance and understand that it might not work out. Kingston wanted the familiar, the easy. The loud music, the desperate girls, the record label guys. He felt at home when he didn't have one. The parties and the sense of belonging he now had at them after being to so many was actually something he might have in common with Avery. Though he wasn't the first to know about them, and often just went last minute for something to do, no one could deny that he fit in there. That he could easily keep doing this for the next ten years happily. Whether this was really a good thing though, was more so a matter of opinion.

He had to enjoy it while he could by all means. He didn't want to end up some creepy middle aged guy who was trying to relive his glory days one more time. Kind of weird to think about, peaking at nineteen. Like this was the most exciting time of his life including this very moment. It felt way too soon, like there was no way that this was all that he'd get. Kingston's life had seemed to be moving long at a crazy speed ever since the band got signed. There was just always a whirlwind of things going on around him. " One of the best ways to do it," he said, agreeing with Avery's way of celebrating while wasting no time getting his second drink, though he planned on slowing down a bit. The boy liked his parties, but he didn't want to get so caught up in drinking as much as everyone else that he passed out. Something that usually only happened when the entire band spent a night together, none of them being able to turn down a little competition. " You here by yourself?," he asked after a moment of scanning the room for other people he knew before realizing he might have just caught Avery while he was waiting for someone else. Although many of Avery's friends were also Kingston's, he didn't like feeling like he was forcing himself on anyone. Plus if Vanna had come, then he'd feel an even bigger need to formulate a quick escape plan. He could probably find someone else to talk to, though he'd leave before spending a night with executives from the label. As great as having them pay for everything was, he couldn't get past the fact that he was probably as old as some of their kids. Which both bothered him and seemed to make them more keen on trying to impress him. Almost made him wish Clocks Don't Stop had signed with Allstar, something he would never actually say because the odds were someone near by would quote him on it. Besides, the higher up's on a record label were probably pretty similar no matter which label you were talking about.

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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

Avery easily got over the fact that he had to go alone to these shindigs once in a while. That was because he was so used to going stag to parties in the city. Sure, he didn’t always go by himself, but a good portion of the parties he went to were parties that he went to alone. Of course, sometimes he did have company other than his girlfriend. Sometimes he went to parties with Evan, which was really kind of a downer at times because….well, Ave did love Evan like a sister, but she was kind of uptight sometimes. She’d had some catastrophic event that had gone on years before, something that Ave wasn’t fully aware of because Evan hadn’t told him and had made Vanna swear she wouldn’t say to anyone, but Ave knew it had to do with…drugs, and so to some extent he could see why Evan wasn’t really into the party scene. She had mentioned more than once that being a manager was her life because she’d made it a distraction from her past experiences, but Ave had never really dug into what that actually meant. Evan was the serious type, so for the most part the most she did at parties was dancing (and some pot, like Kae as Ave had come to learn. No wonder they were so close.). But Ave also had other friends that he went to parties with on occasion; those friends just had other things to do tonight, which was why he was there by himself.

Still, he was a friendly enough person that it hadn’t taken all that long at all for him to find someone to party with. Well, they’d found him, but still the thought was the same. Someone had recognized him, approached him, and made conversation, and he’d only just gotten to the party a few minutes ago (or so it felt). Good, because Ave hadn’t exactly planned on spending the night by himself. Of course, by that time, he could plan on spending the next morning by himself, because as much as him and Vanna loved each other, she wasn’t always the type that sat around and waited for Avery to get over his hangovers so they could go out and do something together. That was normal between the two of them by now; he’d go out and party and if she didn’t go with him, they’d be separated the next day unless they were in the studio. Even then, Vanna stuck to herself if Avery was hung over or something. It was dysfunctional to a fault, but on the days that Ave hadn’t been drinking heavily all night, the days where the night before he hadn’t gone out to a party without her, they spent all day together. They spent all day being young and in love – and everyone and anyone that saw them either loved what they saw or told them endlessly that it wasn’t going to last. But this was a party, and Vanna wasn’t even there, so Ave wasn’t going to think about the people that didn’t believe in his loyalty. He was going to focus on having fun.

That would be easy now that Kingston had come over. The kid was younger, but Ave already knew that, but he was still a lot of fun. Pretty much everyone from Clocks Don’t Stop was, which was why he got along with all of them so well. When someone brought up the fact that the labels they were on were strict rivals, Avery just said fuck it, he was going to be friends with whoever he wanted regardless of what the executives thought. If they weren’t going to let him be friends with Griffynn, Felix, Kingston, and whoever else he wanted to be friends with from Carry On, they weren’t worth giving money to from Whisperer. Friends came first to Avery, especially ones that made someone else mad in some way. It wasn’t that he liked to cause drama or whatever, but Ave wasn’t one to turn down the opportunity to cause a little mischief, even if sometimes people just thought he was a goody-too-shoes. He had his ups and downs, just like everyone else; his ups were days where he wasn’t hungover and his downs were the days he was feeling the affects of the night before spent with kids like Kingston. Even though that thought really didn’t have much of a point that correlated with having friends in high place, Avery still let it pass through his mind. But then he shook it off and tried to focus on what was going on around him.

He took a sip of his drink, enjoying the way it burned his throat in that familiar way a little too much for one person, and smiled. He thought it was funny, for a second, how much taller he was than the eighteen year old right in front of him, but didn’t say anything, didn’t even physically laugh at it. Ave wasn’t that mean; he wasn’t the type that picked on the short kids, mostly because at his height, he was always picked on for being the awkwardly built kid with the ability to reach the really high cabinets. So he ignored the thoughts running through his head and tried to find an answer to Kingston’s question without sounding like a douche. But he nodded, because that was the truth. Ave didn’t come with someone, as much as he knew he had people to come with, and he was there alone until Kingston had found him. He was glad that Kingston had done so, because Ave really didn’t find partying alone any fun at all. He didn’t find doing anything alone fun, except for the things like…being in the bathroom or whatever little weird things people did that were meant to be done alone. Kingston wasn’t even aware of how grateful Ave was that he’d found Mr. Winford by that time. He now had a party, and a drinking friend.

“Yeah, alone.” He kinda sounded bummed out a little, and in truth he was. But Ave was quick to get over that feeling; he just smiled, shrugged a bit, and took another sip of the drink in his hand. And just like that, the fact that his girlfriend, his best friends, and his girlfriend’s sister hadn’t accompanied him were washed away, quite literally. “Stag is the best sometimes. I mean, I don’t go around being an asshole, but it gives me enough freedom to drink as much as I want to,” he said, trying not to mention Vanna. It wasn’t for his own good; Ave was almost used to talking about his girlfriend when she wasn’t around. It was more for Kingston’s good; he didn’t want to bore or annoy his friend with the mention of his girlfriend, though he wasn’t sure why he would annoy or bore Kingston with that. She wasn’t even there, and it wasn’t like he was going on with some stupid story about why. “I’ll probably pay for it in the morning, but I’m not too worried about it.” That was a sure sign the alcohol was already setting in. His head felt dizzy, but in a good, light way, and as he took another sip of his drink, he knew that wasn’t about to stop.


1,227 - devinn/kingston! - i made i made i made i made. happy? still too lazy for the image of an outfit but that's because i'm also tired. and it's totally okay, i'm not worried about how fast you reply <3 besides, mine was kinda late too but...not really? it just took me a long time because i couldn't stay focused for shit -_-

[kingston]

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It wasn't that Kingston really liked being alone, quite the opposite really. He loved being surrounded by new people, by a group of friends. The boy didn't even have to be the center of attention, he just liked being around people. Pretty much anyone would do. Point is, the boy was social. Being cut off from the world didn't work for him. Most people who met him could pick this up right away, unless he was in a foul mood but pretty much everyones like that. That was all he wanted though, the some what close some what distant relationships he could maintain without too much work. Kingston tried to keep his secrets to himself but he didn't really try as hard as he could to stay out of the public eye. Having actual fans was perfect for him, people who were grateful for being able to spend one night with him but didn't expect to become best friends because of it. The last thing he needed was a bunch of people who thought they were a part of his most inner circle. Kingston didn't keep people around like that, he let most go with the ease of someone who never had any emotional investment in it in the first place. There were very few people outside of the band that he saw fit to hang out with whenever he saw them. Avery was one of the newer ones, a friend he'd made because of Griff or Felix. It was hard to remember which had actually introduced him to Avery. Really it was hard for Kingston to remember anything that was more than a week ago. Even then, he wouldn't say he confided that much in the other boy, never vented about anything for more than a minute or two should Avery have happened to wonder how he'd been since they'd seen each other last.

Nothing more was ever really asked of him. It wasn't really expected of Kingston to share any problems that he might be having in his life with Avery. Frankly, he didn't think either was really that interested in hearing. Kingston himself definitely wasn't at least. It brought him down, ruined any good mood that he was in to be reminded of the fact that outside of each party there was a world waiting to exist again. He found himself agreeing with Avery about things like that, that they were only there to have fun. There was no way he was about to be the guy sitting on some couch talking to no one because they just wouldn't understand. Kingston wasn't like that, odds were he never would be. There wasn't any big reason for it, no terrible thing that had happened to him that stopped him from trusting people with the details of himself. To be honest, he couldn't remember ever being any other way. He saw very little value in other people, far too many people though he'd never admit it. Especially now a days, when people who wanted to go to a party with Clocks Don't Stop seemed to be a dime a dozen. It enabled him to keep others out, to have the depth of a puddle when it came to his back story. It was something practically everyone he met overlooked, like they'd forgotten to ask or merely made assumes like the press. There wasn't a lot to know about Kingston before he joined the band, not a lot of history to be had with anyone. Every night he left no doubt that he was a terrific people person, that there was a reason the band was so well liked for just being a bunch of stupid kids. Kingston didn't feel distant, he liked the way he was and so it simply felt normal to him. A party was just a chance to have fun with people who were like him and would probably remember very little of it the following day. He was certainly not there to stand out as someone who caused a scene for some attention. He was happy being left to his own devices.

Being around Avery made it much easier for Kingston to be Kingston and have fun doing it. If he had been in some other band, he could have very easily not met his friend who he now thought complimented him very nicely attitude wise. The label didn't really want anyone mixing too much with the other and he was pretty sure it annoyed them whenever they saw pictures of just that going on in the magazines. He had been told more than once that he should pick his friends more carefully, that if he was a bit older he might understand what was at stake. Kingston didn't think he was young enough to be that naive about what the record label wanted from him. It came down to the money, even with the ones who truly did love music as much as they all said they did. If the music stopped making money, they stopped the music. And the same went for the talent he imagined. They seemed dead set against Kingston or anyone from Clocks Don't Stop helping in any way to promote an Allstar band. Though he didn't think that just being around Avery meant he was trying to get more people to support Whisperer. Kingston didn't care who anyone decided to listen to, the few people he considered friends he wanted to keep could do whatever they wanted. Allstar could tell everyone that Kingston's band was the worst thing to happen to music since Paris Hilton and he wouldn't care that much. So long as any friends he had on that label didn't share the view. He wasn't about to get pulled into the whole stupid rivalry between them. There just wasn't any point to it, Kingston hoped that most people listened to him because they wanted to. Not because they were just showing loyalty to one label. He didn't do any of it for the attention it got him from middle age men who he was almost certain smelled like scotch at all times. Kingston did it because he didn't accept being told what to do or threatened into thinking a certain way. The boy was pretty sure the rest of the band felt the same way, and it wasn't like they couldn't change labels if it became that big of an issue. That wasn't likely though, because he found that when people had to chose between making some money and making no money, they always seemed to go with the first option.

That was the thing about Kingston, he always came off as reckless or careless about what he had. People assumed too much from the childishness he hadn't gotten the opportunity to outgrow yet. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't so full of himself that he couldn't see the bigger picture. There had to be a point when you stopped accepting what people told you to do, and for him it was when they started telling him that Clocks Don't Stop had to start falling in line with the 'label standards'. Nineteen or not, he wasn't going to try to force himself to fit a certain image. The second they did that, the second it all stopped meaning anything. The second they fit in perfectly was the day it stopped being fun and they would have essentially stopped being the band they were. Clocks don't stop was probably as famous for their antics, alcohol induced or not, as they were for the albums they'd made. That wasn't about to change either. Kingston was happy to be around Avery, pleased with his luck since he hadn't originally planned to leave his apartment that night at all. But he had very few reasons to just relax for a night. Until he burned out completely, Kingston was probably going to be doing the same stupid things he was doing now with a smile on his face.

" Well you aren't alone any more my friend," he said with a laugh, relieved that he wasn't about to be ditched or have to think of a reason to ditch Avery. It would have been a huge buzzkill to have to go through all that trouble. Nodding in agreement with Avery's justification for going out alone while taking a rather large swig of his drink without really thinking about what he was doing until it burned its way down. Being able to drink himself stupid should he wish to on any given night was another perk on the list of reasons to not have a girlfriend or anything of the sort around. Kingston liked having no ball and chain watching over him whenever he went out, he liked to make his own mistakes as far as drinking and going out was concerned. " I can definitely make an attempt at keeping up with you," he added with a smile on his face that went nicely with the mischievous look in his eyes. Knowing that Avery had people to answer to tomorrow when he himself didn't was funny to him. He almost wished he could be around to hear the explanation when Avery was asked what they did. " I don't plan on feeling any of this before two tomorrow." he pointed out in the same happy tone, failing at being sympathetic to Avery's own situation. It wasn't like he was the corrupting influence, Ave didn't need corrupting by any means. Kingston wasn't above encouraging Avery to enjoy himself however.

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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

Being social was something Avery had always been good at. In middle school, when life got dramatic for the first time and people did stupid shit because it was ‘cool’, Avery wasn’t exactly Mr. Prom King or whatever kind of dance middle school had, but he was the kid that everyone knew the name of, even if he’d never met them before. In high school…well, high school was high school. He had his friends, and everyone else broke off into their own friends. Still, Avery had gone to almost all of the parties, partied hard, and been as social as people would allow him to be. He was happy-go-lucky. He was the kid that people knew through parties back then; now he was the kid that everyone knew through Whisperer…and still parties. However, he wasn’t the kind of kid that went around and spilled his and everyone he has ever known’s secrets. Even when he was drunk, he was able to keep those kinds of thoughts to himself, which was what made him so popular at parties. People could do whatever they wanted in front of him, and he’d totally go on with his own life like nothing had happened. It helped when there were things that people wouldn’t want anyone to see (drug busts on the brink, for one) that Avery saw.

Possibly, that was why he and Kingston got along so well. Neither of them asked too many questions. They just partied hard, and drank harder. It was easy to get along well with just about anyone that liked to party that way. It wasn’t just about his music at parties; it wasn’t just about Kingston’s music at parties (even though Avery would gladly, proudly march around in a Clocks Don’t Stop shirt, despite what his label had to say about it). It was about the music that brought people together. It was a party, and a party attitude was required to have a good time, which was what parties were all about. Fuck the labels. Fuck their jobs, fuck what people thought. Gossip columnists and paparazzi and reporters could say what they wanted; fuck them! Avery was going to have a good time at this god damned party, and he was going to do so with whoever he wanted. Kingston had approached him first, which meant by default, that was who he was going to have a good time with. Music and money had nothing to do with him right then; Ave just wanted to party and not remember what the fuck he did in the morning. Okay, so the latter part was kind of an exaggeration, but the idea was the same to Avery.

So explaining that he was drinking was the only conversation that made sense to have once seeing Kingston for the first time that night. There was absolutely no way Ave would talk about business, the music not being played at the party, or any of the label’s shit. He didn’t care; he was totally mindless at parties…well sometimes. Sometimes at parties, when things got weird or awkward, Ave spoke his mind and let it all out, and only half of the blame was to be put on the fact that he was drunk when things got that far. Some people just thought that was the weird part of Avery’s personality, when really it was just how he was. He hated awkward situations at parties; anything that didn’t blatantly spell out fun was off limits when Ave was in the room. And that was why he was talking to Kingston – or rather just rambling on in his head when he could have been talking to Kingston. Well, that thought right there changed his whole perspective on what he was doing before he looked over at Kingston again. He was glad Kingston, even at four years younger than he was, and he could hold a whole conversation about pretty much nothing, especially when alcohol was involved. In all of the drinks in the world, anything with booze in it fit right into Ave’s life perfectly…..most of the time. It helped him be a little more social with people he’d never met at parties like these.

Ave smiled at Kingston in a way that let the kid know he was appreciative that he wasn’t alone anymore. Of course that was the worst part about coming to parties without Rory. He either had to find someone to talk to in her place, or he had to party alone. He could do the latter of the two, it just wasn’t early as fun as it was with someone else. Of course, fun with Kingston was different from fun with Rory; there were definitely different perks between the two. Like for one, Avery couldn’t kiss Kingston openly and not have it end up in the paper or on the internet the next day, especially since he was with Rory. Fun with Kingston was what he was already up to; talking like they say each other on a regular basis, both of them with some kind of alcohol in their hands. He thought quickly about Rory, and how she might feel in the morning when Ave was stuck in bed with a huge hang over and some asprin with hopes of it working. Well, that was before he took another swig of his drink and almost completely forgetting about his lack of a girlfriend for the night. She let him have his fun, and her silence should have been enough for him to grow up a bit and move on from his alcoholism, but obviously it wasn’t.

Ave abandoned all thoughts of the consequences for the morning to come. He focused solely on what he was doing there, with that drink in his hand. He smiled at Kingston a bit and shook his head with the same amount of enthusiasm as his smile. “Attempt is one thing, actually doing is another,” he teased, putting his cup to his lips and taking another drink. When he was done with that, he chuckled a little bit. It was funny to think that a nineteen year old was almost challenging him to drink just as much, if not exceed his limit of alcoholic consumption in that night. Why, Ave could only come up with one reason. Kingston was 19. Ave was 23. Of course, that thought made him feel old, even if there really was only four years difference between the two. So Ave pushed the whole thought to the back of his head and just kept the humor in the thought in the front, using it to keep the conversation going lightly. “Never do,” he said, replying to what Kingston had said about not feeling any of this until the next morning. “And so far, never planning on it seems to work.”


1,141 - devinn/kingston! - i made i made i made i made. happy? dude thank you for waiting really patiently. <3 it really means so much to me because i honestly was a little busy these past few days between distractions and not being on the computer! i hope that didn't sound as rambly to you as it did to me.

[kingston]

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Kingston had nearly perfected the art of standing out only when he actually meant to. If he didn't want any part of something, if he was alone and out of place, many people would never notice if he was there. Kingston didn't normally pretend when he was sick of doing something, being somewhere or of someone. The only exception was interviews which he didn't get as much of a say in as he wanted. Otherwise he walked away before anyone started to hope for too much from him. When the boy was interested in it though, whether he just wanted to fuck around with whoever was near by or if he found a group of his friends, then he suddenly had a much bigger presence in the room. This was even more obvious when he was on stage, where he felt the most comfortable and happy, when he both felt and looked so much more alive than he did in just regular every day life. As much as he loved the parties and everything that came with them, he would give them all up in a heartbeat if they started to really ruin things in Clocks Don't Stop. Nothing and nobody was worth losing what the band had managed to build in a few short years. He didn't even really care that most people would hope that at least one person mattered that much. It wasn't the case for Kingston, simple as that. Sure the boy could change but it didn't seem likely to happen any time soon. His life was currently being lived just for him, and he had yet to piece together any big secret that might make him think differently. The band and fans provided any support he might need, his dysfunctional family being there should things ever get extremely nasty for him. Kingston had figured out how lucky he was a long time ago, and he didn't hesitant to give the proper credit to how fortunate he was.

Things had gone rather smoothly for him so far though, considering how young he had started out. Many people, including his parents and any other concerned adult he had spoken to, thought he was going to burn out in a year and just find himself wasting time on a lost cause. They hadn't understood that Kingston say little else that he could do for the rest of his life besides playing music. So he never got caught up in the hard drugs or the numerous groupies that followed the band to each stop. Even though his drinking could be bad, made even worse when around Avery or anyone in the band, it was never out of control. It wasn't something that he needed, that he couldn't imagine living without. Which made Kingston a lot better off than a lot of people he ran into on the average day in this business. Music was what he was doing, the fame was part of the job. But fame wasn't anything more than the job to him. It wasn't all consuming, it didn't stress him out to the point of getting several DUI'S or taking his seventh trip to rehab. The boy had always remained relatively humble, things like spending nights hanging out with Avery helping him to relax whenever there was a particularly brutal day. The unspoken agreement for silence that they seemed to have when it came to prying questions help this all the more for Kingston. He found it easy to forget about keeping up appearances when the people around him permitted him to just be a regular nineteen year old at a party that he was still technically too young to be at. It was a refreshing change from the materialistic desires the label tried to impress upon them, nice to stop thinking about whether the amount of money they were spending was enough to appear to be better than everyone else.

He could not say whether things would be as easy between them if they were in any other situation. Every time Kingston managed to run into Avery, at least one of them was drunk and more often than not the pair of them were. Pulling out one hundred percent sober memories was a difficult task to begin with, the few drinks he'd had made it almost impossible. It didn't bother him that much, though it was interesting to think that he had only ever hung with Avery under these terms. Pretty impressive when you thought about how often people made plans just got the sake of being around someone. Not Kingston, he could live with the tiny bit of Avery that he knew and not be curious enough to ask questions about any other aspect of the other boy's life. Kingston hadn't thought to ask Ave if he was okay with this, never stopping to consider that maybe the boy expected more from him than just the occasional party together. Deep down he was a little bit selfish like that, his biggest shortcoming being his inability to understand other peoples wants or needs. He didn't mean to be that way, it came as naturally as breathing to him. Suddenly changing how he acted around Avery would mean risking that he wouldn't like the person he eventually got to know. People needed to realize that sometimes you just had to be content with what you had. Kingston really was a nice guy over all, but he had a bad habit of overlooking the human complications like emotions in situations and seeing only the obvious. It was the subtley and deeper meanings he couldn't grasp that made him think of a sober Avery as someone he was worried about meeting one day.

It made him feel bad, the tiny hope in him that Avery stayed this way for forever. He didn't like to think about losing the part of the other boy that he understood. So Kingston did what he always did and tried his best to ignore the feeling while having some more of his drink. It was a buzz kill, something that distracted him from the night he had already been granted and therefore did not need to fear losing. " Could use the company, everyones so boring here," he said though the words took him a moment to string together. What he said was true though, especially for someone his age. Everyone here older than he was, many of them also being much older than Ave. He silently wished that there was a way to stop label guys from showing up, to stop the desperate middle aged from trying to act like they were twenty again. It really did bother him, and the more he drank to stop himself from pointing this out out loud the more the urge to do so built up inside him. Part of him just wanted to see what they'd do if he started asking about the wife and kids just to remind them that they had virtually nothing in common with Kingston himself. The idea of their reactions made him smile lazily though he didn't share his thoughts with Ave. As much as he'd like to, just to have a good laugh alone, Kingston hadn't been drinking anywhere long enough to actually point out the flaws he saw in them. Despite the selfish streak he had, he did try to get along with everyone. If it meant turning a blind eye to a few guys in the room so be it. The less he thought about it the better. If he ended up as drunk as he was beginning to think he was going to, it was best for him to not be thinking about yelling things like that at people. He was much more likely to do it, and it wasn't hard to see that he wasn't about to win any fight should he annoy the wrong person. No it was best to stick to the person who knew what to expect from him.

" Hopefully Griff's rubbed off on me," he said with a laugh, not dwelling on the fact that he was pretty sure Avery could out drink him just as easily as his bandmember did. That didn't matter that much to Kingston, a bit of lighthearted competition now maybe but in the long run he couldn't care less about whether he could handle more alcohol than the next guy. He was going to end up in the same place either way. So as long as he didn't get cut off he was happy. That was a risk you took when there semi-responsible adults around whose opinion of him being nothing more than a spoiled child only solidified more when he was openly drunk. They often felt the need to try to get him to slow down, or go home entirely. Something Kingston protested as well as he could by the time it happened. Things like that made him hate that he wasn't just a few years older to stop all the nagging. You couldn't call his circumstances normal, so he saw it as terribly unfair to treat him like a regular teenager when it came to what he wanted to do each night. " You might be past your prime any way," he added in the most thoughtful voice he could muster up, though it lacked even a single drop of sincerity. Kingston knew twenty three wasn't old, not one foot in the grave old any way. He just preferred to call Ave ancient to make himself feel less young in a preteen sneaking out kind of way. The boy nodded in agreement with what Avery said, long term consequences having never entered his mind up until thinking about it now. The furthest he got to thinking about the next day was where he was going to eat. He already thought about food as much as any other guy it was just that this was always more so once the hangover passed and he found himself able to eat for the first time in hours. " Maybe not quite past it yet," he told Avery after a moment, correcting himself only after he looked around the room to see that the general age of everyone there was too high to go calling Avery old. Keeping the one girl in the office away from the desperate men sprinkled through the crowd hardly made any difference at all. Kingston yearned for a younger crowd but for now silenced the urge to less than politely ask them to leave.

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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

It was nights like these that Avery kind of lived for. Thankfully, in a city like New York, there were plenty nights to kind of live for. Of course, that first thought was probably going to bite him in the ass eventually, but it was also nights like these that kept Ave from really not caring about the future too much. He lived in the moment; he lived for the night and did pretty much whatever he wanted…and sometimes that wasn’t always the smartest thing for him to do, but Avery really didn’t mind being stupid sometimes. Rory more than anyone really cared about that….and more than ever recently, but Avery really just kind of…..didn’t really care about that at parties, even though that made him sound like the worlds worst boyfriend. He really wasn’t…he was just selfish sometimes. Selfish was okay at parties, on nights like these. Selfish got him what he wanted, and all he really wanted was fun and booze. He was young, and he was showing the world what that meant….especially with Kingston there to party with him.

Of course, their terms of friendship….or whatever this was between them, always included at least two drinks. It was like those comedy clubs that had the two drinks minimum deal going on….only without the no one under 21 part of the deal going along with it. Which was okay in a city like New York, where hardly anyone drove, especially if you were only staying in the city for a certain amount of time. Kingston and Avery couldn’t be caught for a DUI in the city if neither of them drove; all they could really be charged for was disturbing the peace and Ave just wasn’t the one that was all about doing that. He couldn’t exactly say the same for Kingston, but he didn’t think the kid was either. Some people were just easy to read like that. Well, Avery wasn’t about to dig too far into whatever he was going over in his head. He was too engrossed in drinking, in partying, in being alive and living just for the night and not whatever was going to wait for him at home when he got back and Rory was waiting for him. That was, if Rory was even going to stay up that late and actually wait for his arrival. She usually didn’t, and when she did it usually meant trouble. That Avery was in trouble. That she was tired of waiting up for him without them having been together because…..outside of the party life, Rory was all that Avery was, all that he wanted to be and all that he needed. But after the sun went down, that was a completely different story.

Thankfully, those weren’t thoughts that lasted long in Avery’s mindset during nights like these. Usually, he really didn’t think at parties. That was probably what caused his mindless, senseless drinking problem, but he didn’t think of it as a problem in any sense anyway. He just thought of it as having fun, and in order to have fun, he had to let go of the every day and focus on the party 110%. That meant clearing his mind and letting nothing in and everything out as fast as it had come in. It was like the party was a highway and all of his thoughts were passing under a bride (the bridge being his mind). One second they were there and the next they were pushing their way out the other end of his mind. Maybe that was why he was so easy to get along with at parties, despite the possibility that he’d had a really horrible, no good, very bad day before hand. He was thoughtless, and the only real thing on his mind was that a good time must be had. Usually, most of the time anyway, that was the case; a good time was almost always had with Avery thrown into the picture. Bad moods were lifted by music and depressing thoughts were turned to positivity through just drinking and getting wasted and being young and alive. One day though, that was going to have to change.

Avery knew what alcohol did to his liver. He knew that, if he wanted to continue to be in Whisperer for as long as he wanted to be a part of something so great, his drinking rampage and endless need to have fun and live in the moment through parties was going to have to come to an end. Sometimes he thought maybe that was what Rory stayed up so late for; to prove that sooner or later Avery was going to have to give up alcohol. Maybe if he didn’t, she’d give up on believing in him, which would sooner crush his entire world than giving up booze and parties would. Thankfully though, those thoughts were the kind of thoughts that were banned from his mind; changing his alcoholic tendencies were also. Aver just pulled his cup up to his lips and drank as Kingston kept talking, not out of boredom because that was never the case for Ave at parties, but really just out of wanting more booze down his throat. That surely wasn’t a good sign for the 23 year old but….he wasn’t going to complain about that right then, especially with Kingston around. It wouldn’t be cool, and it wouldn’t be fair on the younger musician’s part.

The older guitarist peered at the younger one from the side of his cup before pulling it away from his face. “The kids here are pretty lame tonight.” Maybe it was because they’d all been at work and stuff and were just worn out and exhausted? Well, Ave didn’t really care too much about them. He’d been having enough fun with……whatshisface and his girlfriend whoshername just a minute ago before someone more exciting, Kingston, had shown up. Obviously Kingston was more exciting; Ave remembered his name even though he wasn’t the best with memory while under and after being under the influence. That meant that, according to Ave’s standards, Kingston was above and beyond anyone that he couldn’t remember the next day. “But hey, maybe we can shake things up a bit!” He would have winked at Kingston because that was just the kind of guy that Ave was, but he wasn’t so sure that it was also the king of guy that Kingston was. Just because Avery Chase was a big cheese ball didn’t mean that Kingston was also. That, and the booze was already taking effect, which meant that Ave wasn’t even really thinking about winking. He was pretty much just set on getting the energy in the place pumped up.

Ave couldn’t help but laugh a little. It wasn’t a giggle and it wasn’t an evil, teasing laugh. It was just a little chuckle sort of thing that made his body sort of bounce once, but then he was standing straight again with his drink in his hand. The thought of Kingston drinking nearly as much as Griffynn could was somewhat startling, but also kinda humorous. At least to Avery it was, because Ave knew Griff, and Ave knew Griff could drink pretty heavily. Then again, he really shouldn’t doubt Kingston; he’d partied hard with him for quite some time and had seen him go pretty far. Ave just happened to have a few years up on Kingston, which really only made up for the fact that he was able to do some things with more clarity through the booze induced states he was in after drinking. So instead of saying something like, ‘Yeah, right. Griff could out drink me if he wanted to!’ like an ignorant jerk (something that Avery was by absolutely no means), he simply said, “We’ll just have to see that! But I wouldn’t doubt it since….he’s Griffynn and he’s quite impressionable.” That word really should have been too much for his hazing mind, but really Avery was just able to pull through it barely to formulate a word that long.

Under normal circumstance, that kind of comment would have just earned Kingston a light punch to the arm (light because Ave was kind of a wimp sometimes) and a roll of the eyes. Avery wouldn’t have even verbally responded to Kingston commenting on hi age, partly because he knew he wasn’t that old at all. However, this wasn’t normal circumstances. Well, it technically was, but normal right then was Avery being sober and not normal was right where he was, getting to a good, drunk point soon enough. In just a few more sips of his drinks, his words would slur and he’d be kind of hard to understand unless he put some thought into what he would be trying to say. But now, he just smiled, took a swig of his drink and as soon as that was over, he said, “I have a long time before I even reach my prime, young grass hoppah,” before he chuckled at his own cheesiness.


1,511 - devinn/kingston! - i made i made i made i made. happy? oh wow that flowed better this time now that i wasn't AS distracted as i usually am <3

[kingston]

Kingston lived for himself. But not in an Oprah Winfrey kind of way, there was nothing spiritually empowering behind why he did it. Nothing that could be confused with personal growth. No, the boy just liked being that way. The way his life was right now was the best it had ever been for him, this kind of stuff was what he wanted to be doing when he was Avery's age and definitely beyond that. Kingston didn't like having to think about others feelings all the time. To be genuinely concerned with what other people thought drained him. It was exhausting to walk on eggshells all day because you wanted to be like by someone. Or loved, he assumed there were just many people who put on an act to impress those they thought they loved as there were people who wanted to look good in front of the general public. He might have done the same thing before, even his brain under the current conditions could pull out a few names of people who might fit the bill. Who he had tried his hardest to get noticed by, to be important to, to exist in any way beyond the role that was both exemplified by and forced onto him. These were things that hadn't worked out, that were easy to forget in the grand scheme of things. Kingston had given it up, accepted the way things were for him in a way that most people could get themselves to do in an entire lifetime. He stopped caring.

The ease in which you could do this had surprised even him. That it was that easy to forget about what was normal and do what was possible if it meant that your daily life would be less chaotic. Like flicking a switch. To go from having reasonable fears and self doubts to just doing whatever you felt like because the moment might never come again. An almost humorous thought, something he might have shared with someone else under different circumstances. But it didn't seem like good manners to tell Avery that the way he was living was stupid and never going to work. Might not elevate the mood in quite the right way. Besides, Kingston didn't think he could string so many words together out loud, couldn't explain them in any way that made sense. He would just end up insulting his friend, something that Kingston really didn't want to intentionally do. Kingston didn't think of himself as trouble, didn't truly want to start anything bad that might be taken the wrong way or get out of hand. He liked Avery, the other boy was someone he didn't have to try too hard to be around. It wasn't the same as it was with everyone else. Being nice to Ave didn't require the same amount of work, the same amount of effort to maintain. That's what he liked about it, that the boy with him that night fit so nicely into Kingston's life as it already was that there wasn't any need for dramatic changes he personally wouldn't have been willing to make. People like himself, the ones that he found really relate-able, were the only ones he was really interested in being around. Looking around, Ave might have been the only person he would have fun with that was there. Everyone seemed entirely too composed for Kingston's liking.

Being around Avery made it much easier to ignore the other people though, to pretend those who annoyed him just because they were there didn't exist. Kingston would never tell anyone that he would appreciate it if they left, no matter how much he wanted to. It wouldn't be fair, there was no real reason for him to have anymore fun than anyone else that came around. The drinking calmed him any way, soothed away the irritation until the boy wasn't sure what he had been mad about in the first place. There wasn't anything in him that felt like holding onto bad feelings or ill will that no one had done anything to deserve. Kingston was happy with his good fortune in running into Ave, with not being questioned for wanting to drink and for not being pulled aside by any more higher up's to ask him about how the new record was going. Kingston was glad to relax without any of the background noise that he was slowly tuning out each time he helped himself to more of the precious liquid in his cup. It was easy to see why he would want to hold onto this, being able to go to a different party on each of his nights off and even frequently after the nights he had shows to play as well. He didn't do well with all the stress other people had and carried around to show anyone they happened to run into. Kingston didn't want any part in the drama or scandals that everyone always seemed to expect of him. The band might not be the picture of upper class but it didn't mean that everything they did was shocking. All the parties reminded him of the fun side of things, beyond just being able to play for a crowd. It reminded him that no matter how many stories people wrote about him, it wasn't going to change the stupid teenager that he had been for so long.

The people he chose to be around had a great impact on this, anyone who hung out with Ave would probably agree with him. Even a heavily intoxicated Kingston, which was not currently the case, was not as calm cool and collected as Avery was. The other boy had never shown any sign of a temper as long as Kingston had been around him, and they'd never had so much as an actual argument as far as his poor memory could recall. Then again, they had never even discussed why either of them didn't ask for details on the other or maybe even what the plan was for the following day. What Kingston knew about Avery was purposely limited. Which could be a good or bad depending on how you wanted to look at it. The bad being that one could say Kingston didn't know Ave at all and shouldn't pretend that it was anything more than a casual acquaintance. The good being that maybe only knowing a few key facts might make his judgment a little more clear. That the lack of a super serious history gave him the kind of perception that was more like an unbiased third party than someone who was overly involved. Either way, it didn't change how Kingston felt about Avery. The trust that came from many nights spent in the others company told him to just believe what was given to him, to not try to ruin a good thing just because a more sane person might've.

After all, Ave had always given him the benefit of the doubt. Never had he been questioned on his eccentric manner or for the reasons behind it. And Kingston didn't undervalue the unexpected friendship that he had stumbled on because of Griff and Felix. " Very lame, you'd think they had better things to do," the thought took a moment to form into sound and came with a confused tone that had more to due with the curious lack of words than with the idea that other people would think this was a waste of time. Kingston didn't accept that a nine to five job was a reason to be half dead after the sun set. It wasn't like they put up with fourteen hour days on sets or came from a show to the party. If all they had to deal with was paper work and an annoying boss, then Kingston couldn't conjure up any sympathy for the general working class. At least the ones at this party, he figured it was unlikely that anyone trying to balance three jobs and five kids would be there. Which would be someone he would be much more understanding to. " Any ideas, earthquake maybe,"an almost completely rhetorical question that oozed with drunken sarcasm that brought a grin to his face while the idea of literally shaking people danced around in his head. Although he knew what Ave meant, Kingston still found the thought much more funny than he might have if he were alone and completely sober.

In all seriousness though, he did agree with Ave on the fact that everyone didn't seem as intent as they did on a night well wasted both literally and metaphorically. For a second it made Kingston wish he'd brought the rest of Clocks Don't Stop, that he had thought before hand to bring a bigger group to stir things up. But the feeling didn't last long, being forgotten before it ever really bothered him. He had come alone on purpose, had wanted to see people other than the four guys he already saw practically every day. Though Avery wasn't much of a stretch as far as his comfort zone went, the guy was someone different at least. " Real inspiration he is, very proud," Kingston said with a laugh, though there was an undeniable warmth in his words that came with his friendship with Griff that had never wavered in the many years they'd known one another. Even though he was on the verge of becoming incoherent, there were still the subconscious part of him that would never say anything bad about Griff and mean it. Kingston was far from a mean drunk, if anything he was more likely to shower people with compliments that either didn't make sense or were just impossible to understand through the slurred words. Maybe if you gave him a few more years the kid would learn the tricks that others seemed to have to prevent this kind of verbal diarrhea. Or at least he might be able to drink more before it happened.

It was impossible to not find Avery's cheesiness humorous, at least if you were Kingston. It made the other boy endearing, made one wonder why you didn't try to be around Ave more. " So much to learn from you," he said with a bit of a bow to fully go along with his young grass hopper role, laughing to himself when he noticed the bit of balance he could already tell was well on it's way to disappearing. When it came to drinking, Kingston was probably on the same road as Ave just not as far along. Most people probably wouldn't see much to look up to when it came to Ave, not at the moment at least. But Kingston saw only the good in Avery, knew only what happened at the parties they both went to. And how at peace with everything and everyone his friend was while drinking or after was something Kingston thought might be worth teaching to a few people. Might help a few of them loosen up.

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