Rocky is leaning against a wall on his fourth red solo cup of some disgusting ass beer (beer is always fucking gross, but this shit? This shit seems twice as bad as what he's used to. Seriously, did someone piss in it? ...Actually, that sounded like a good idea. Maybe when he got tired of drinking it he'd do that.) When he notices someone who DEFINITELY catches his attention.

"Hoooooly shit." He says to no one with a chuckle as he pushes himself forward and off the wall. He walks quickly before the person has a chance to move or escape his view, coming up to his side in only a few wide steps. "Well well well, if it isn't the lesser Kim." He says with a snicker.

Andrew turns to him and looks confused for a half a second before he realizes just who was talking to him. "Oh. It's you."

"That's not a very warm welcome! And I came all the way over here to say hi."

"Well you said it. Get lost." Andrew turns back away from him and Rocky feels a tinge of anger. Who the fuck did this punk think he was?

"Oops." Rocky says suddenly with a huge shit eating grin before he lifts his cup over the shorter boy's head and dumps it's contents out on to him. "My hand must have slipped."

"Jesus, you're such a fucking psycho!" Andrew yells as he jumps away, covered in disgusting beer. People around them look over and snicker at his misfortune. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

Rocky takes a step forward, a deep frown on his face replacing the grin he had only seconds ago. "That ones actually for dumping my bro."

"I- your- Jesus Christ, mind your own business!"

"Clyde IS my business, fag. He actually liked you." Rocky jabs a finger into Andrew's chest. "And you broke his heart."

Andrew looks guilty at that, and Rocky feels a bit of pride well up in his chest. Good. "I... Didn't want to..." He says after a long pause, and it makes Rocky instantly irate once more.

"Then why'd you do it? Huh? No one fucking MADE you dump him. Ykno what I think? I think that you're a fucking faggot and a slut. You probably just wanted to use him, am I right? Get all cuddly and close and then when he fucked you until you couldn't walk you crawled away to find the next cock, isn't that right?"

Andrew glares at him as best as he can manage. He looks pissed and scared and guilty all at the same time, and Rocky is loving every second of it. Loves getting under this fuckers skin. "Shut the fuck up Rocky, you don't know anything about this. You don't know anything about ME."

Rocky leans forward with a sneer. "Yeah?" Something in his brain is telling him to stop. This kid could lay him out flat in half a second if he wanted to, but Rocky has had just enough to drink to convince himself that it's fine. Andrew is too much of a pussy to do anything anyway. "Then why'd I catch you humping the quarterback?"

Andrew pales immediately and Rocky feels even more satisfaction wash over him. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." He says a moment later, quietly.

"I think I do though. It's cause he's rich right? He's rich and probably has a niiiiice big dick for you to ride, right? You fancy fucks have to stay together after all. Was Clyde cramping your style? Probably wouldn't look good for your mommy and daddy if their precious little princess was shacking up with a druggy, am I right?"

Andrew looks like he's having some kind of internal crisis at this, and Rocky takes it as a sign that he's right.

"God you fucking disgust me." The taller boy says with a sneer.

"Fuck you." Andrew finally says after a moment.

"Oh you'd love that wouldn't you, slut?"

"Stop- don't fucking call me that."

"Why? It might as well be your fucking name. It's what you are, isn't it? Dumping Clyde and then less than a week later you're already sitting in another man's lap."

Andrew's eyes flash with rage. "I told you shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."

Rocky ignores him and continues. "Where is he anyway? Your new master. I doubt you have the balls to come to a party by yourself. You KNOW no one likes you, so you must be here with him right?"

"I'm fucking serious. Back off."

Rocky takes a step closer, leaning over a bit so he's closer to eye level with the shorter boy. "Or what? You gonna date and dump me too?"

Andrew's fist clenches and Rocky knows now he's playing a dangerous game. He's well aware that he will lose in a fight with him (most people would) and it looks like he's reached his boiling point. So all Rocky does now is laugh at him. Laughs right in his face and then straightens up and turns on his heel, finished with whatever it was he had started here.

He walks off and Andrew doesn't follow, doesn't say anything, just watches him go. He'd probably be relieved if he wasn't so fucking pissed.

Rocky returns to his spot on the wall, unfortunately this time he doesn't even have a disgusting beer to nurse or anything to keep him distracted other than watching the room full of drunk teens make complete asses out of himself.

There are worse places to be.

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Rocky doesn't do much for a long time at the party, talks to some girls, gets a few more drinks (he's still debating pissing in it every time he gets a new cup) and things are pretty much what he expects from a party.

Until a certain someone practically stumbles up to him, reeking of booze and not just because Rocky had poured some on him.

"Christ, Kim, you're fucking plastered." He laughs as the shorter boy practically falls into his arms.

"Hey. Fuck you." He says, although he stays pressed against Rocky and it's a little weird and vaguely uncomfortable but also amusing as all shit, so Rocky makes no effort to get the boy off of him. He's curious to see where the hell this is going.

"Is that an offer? Fuck, you really ARE a slut."

"No. I'm serious. Fuck you." Andrew says and then he's stepping back, albeit the movement is wobbly and not exactly coordinated. "You don't know shit about me but you keep saying all this... This crap!" He jabs a finger into Rocky's chest and the taller boy finds himself a lot more amused than he's been in... Well, a while.

"So are you gonna tell me all about yourself? Cause I really. Really. Do not care."

Andrew glares at him and takes a deep inhale through his nose. "No. Fuck no. You aren't worth the energy." He pulls his hand back and looks to the floor angrily, then looks off to the side like he's about to walk away.

So when he pushes forward and grabs rocky by the shirt, pulling him into a particularly harsh kiss, he's... Surprised. Actually, that seems like an understatement.

"What the-"

"Have sex with me." Andrew says harshly completely cutting the other boy off. If it hadn't been obvious before that he had been drinking, all of this would be enough proof.

Rocky's eyes widen in shock, but a smile still manages to cross his lips. "Haha, fuck, Kim, you really are a little whore."

Andrew glares at him again, but this time doesn't bother objecting.

Rocky takes this moment of silence to think about this. He looks Andrew over once. He's cute, he'll give him that much at least. He had a few notes that would make the boy more attractive over all, but... He's been with worse for sure.

"Alright. You really want a lil taste of me? I'll consider it charity and do you the favor." He grabs Andrew by the hand and practically begins dragging the other boy towards the stairs.

Andrew lets out small protests at being tugged along, but none of them are loud or coherent enough for Rocky to bother listening to them. The other boy is the one that made the offer after all, so he'd just have to deal with the consequences.

Rocky leads him up the stairs and to the left. He knocks harshly on the second door and after waiting for a second he throws it open and practically shoves Andrew into the room.

"Hey- fuck, stop doing that." Andrew hisses after he catches his footing, having been sent stumbling from the others rough treatment.

"Stuff it." Rocky says simply as he shuts and locks the door behind him. Andrew crosses his arms over his chest and glares at the other man, and Rocky just rolls his eyes. "Christ what is it?"

"Would it kill you to stop being a douche?"

"Yeah, actually, it would." Rocky comes forward and grabs Andrew by the shoulders, moving him a bit until he's able to push him back on the bed. "Especially since you want me to."