Holy water drips down your hips (after)

your knive, my back
my gun, your head

Being invited into the Villiers estate had been one of the last things he'd expected to happen. Not that attending a Winter's wedding had been an expectation of his. Getting involved within Upper Class matters seemed to be a talent of his. Both Alpha and Vivienne managed to wrap him right around their fingers, but Callum didn't mind. If anything, their meeting would open doors for him and his business to thrive. If he had learned anything from those of higher standing, it would have been their lust towards illicit drugs.

It was the main reason he wouldn't bother to hide some of the stuff he'd brought along, although he'd meant to share it with the Howard girl once they'd return from the event. After a while of talking, drinking and smoking the young man had lost sight of his companion, and decided to get comfortable on one of the couches until her return, a pipe containing a special blend made from certain Odirian plants finding its way against his lips. It had been a busy day, and even criminal masterminds, as he'd like to think of himself, got a little burnt out eventually. Though, a moment of peace and quiet could work wonders. Smoke filled the room as he listened to the faint voices from within the room beside him, drowning out the sound of approaching footsteps.

Ouftit | Hair

@ Theo x

all the gunfights and the limelights
and the holy sick divine nights

To say that he was intoxicated was an understatement. Voices and sounds blurred together and the world around him seemed to be moving at a slightly lower rate than normally. It didn't scare him, though. Being in such a state was second nature to him and weirdly enough made him feel in control. He wasn't, of course, but it felt like he was in a different world now, one in which he could make the rules.

He didn't remember exactly how this group of guests came to be. In particular, he didn't remember inviting the red-headed man. Maybe that had been Willy's doing. Either way, he seemed to be enjoying himself, completely in his own zone. Theo sat next to him on the couch, feeling as though his legs immediately melted into it, no way that he was ever getting up again. For a while he just sat and watched the room, taking it all in. Then, slowly, his gaze shifted towards the man next to him, particularly to the pipe in his hands. He looked at it for a little bit, then stretched out his hand and took it, closing his eyes as he brought it to his lips and inhaled.