"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: birthday catch-all! Squalo's turning 23 on the 13th. Yes he is Pisces because his character wasn't fish-related enough yet.
When: 12th-14th
Where: All around Vista city, the mall, the bars, Pride HQ, MANTICORE penthouse, Junkyard Carnival penthouse, etc.
Warnings: Squalo language, violence, substance abuse, (mentions of) banging, will update as necessary


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[bass_instincts]

Shin is a little nervous. Pot was one thing, but he didn't even know what this is. But there's a gnawing emptiness that he's eager to find some way to fill, even if he doesn't realize that's what he's doing. It's not so much that he wants to kill himself as it is that dying doesn't sound too bad. Not that he would even admit that to himself at this point.

Pushing aside all the warning bells going off in his head, telling him to stop, to not do this, to run away screaming, he takes one of them. He's a little hesitant to light it though, and looks inquiringly to Squalo. He keeps his voice low, "What is it?"

[sharktrash]

Son, this is exactly how people fall into drugs. Trying to fill a void of some kind. Then again, you've already started on that path. What's going a little further at this rate, right?

"Crack," Squalo explains easily as if sharing the name of a candy, already lighting up his own smoke. "Doesn't hit very hard like this, but still leaps and bounds over your stuff, yeah? Go on, try it."

[bass_instincts]

Shin lights it up and inhales. His eyes widen in surprise a few seconds later as the rush hits him. He'd never in his memory actually felt this good. It isn't like the giggly feeling you could get from weed, and it didn't make him feel heavy or sedated, not that those are particularly bad things. Mixing it with the effects of hash just made it all more intense. He starts laughing a bit, just from the rush. He doesn't have much more to say besides, "Damn!"

If Nana was here, she would be kicking his ass right now, but without them, there was nothing stopping him from smoking more.

[sharktrash]

Squalo smirks, all sharp and teeth, clearly amused by that reaction. Ah, fledgelings. To him it's pretty much his natural state, though he's not sure if he's gotten that used to drugs or if he just has a naturally high-strung personality that's coming back to him. Whichever. It still feels good.

"One's about the same as a line," he explains generously, drawing as much smoke into his lungs as he can without starting to cough again. Damn, smoking's just not for him. He should really check out the other alternatives. "Now then. What do you usually do for fun?"

[bass_instincts]

Shin laughs at that, "Nothing like this. Chase tail, I guess. Get drunk, get high. Play my guitar loud enough to wake up the neighbours, but that's lost some of it's amusement out here."

[sharktrash]

Squalo watches him with something akin to pity.

"Son, you haven't lived," he decides, then looks around the alley. Did someone leave their motorbike in there? Too bad, because there's a vicious grin spreading on his face. "We're stealing that."

[bass_instincts]

Shin's a bit shocked, but he's surprisingly fine with this. He takes a long and deep drag of the cigarette and smiles, "Let's do it."

He already knew how to ride a motorcycle, wanting one as his first big-spending item, and leased one from the label a few times. He normally wore road leathers and a helmet, but maybe it was the drug that convinced him that was pointless. It's not like they could crash.

[sharktrash]

Squalo finishes his cig and swans over to the bike. He's not exactly good at jacking stuff, so obviously it sets off the alarm. There's a dude coming out of the bar asking what the fuck he's doing, so Squalo decks him in the face as hard as he can, grabs the keys off of him and hops on the bike.

"Get on, slowpoke!"

Shin has about two seconds to do as he says before the bike roars to life and he floors the speed, making it stand on the rear wheel for a moment before shooting forward. Possibly running over someone's puppy but who's keeping count.

[bass_instincts]

Squalo didn't need to finish talking, Shin was already getting on the motorcycle. He holds onto Squalo tight as the motorcycle rears up, but loosens his hold once they start going. He shouts, "Suck it, loser!" as they zoom off. He's thankful for the sunglasses since he can at least keep his eyes open despite the wind.

[sharktrash]

Good call, kid. Even Squalo isn't suicidal enough to drive with his eyes closed, so he'll fish out his own shades and put them on, somewhat askew, before going as fast as that thing can carry.

Be prepared for some sharp turns and probably some jumps on borders and whatnot.

[bass_instincts]

Shin isn't quite clinging to Squalo, but he's got a good enough grip that he's not flying off the bike at least. He'd never felt a rush like this before. The hint of fear of getting caught was only adding to the thrill of driving wildly down the streets of Vista City as the lights advertising hedonistic pleasures flash by in a whirl of motion that would make someone of a lesser constitution sick.

[sharktrash]

"Voooi, kid." His voice easily breaks through the wind and the roar of engine, gravelly and loud. "Tattoo this moment on your fucking brain. This is what life feels like."

A small pause as they turn, now circling back towards the area of the city that held more clubs, a body of water to their left. River, lake, pond, who knows.

"Well, if you have a strong preference for tits or dick against your back, adjust accordingly. But yeah. This is it."

[bass_instincts]

Truthfully, Shin might be a bit turned on by this. It's not Squalo he's interested in though, so much as this thrill and freedom. Being high as a kite he might not reject Squalo at this point either. He does have a preference for tits though.

What more can he say though? His heart feels like it might explode, and he thinks that maybe he should be worried about that but is having way too much fun right now to care. All that seems appropriate right now is going with his gut and letting out a laughing howl.

[sharktrash]

Well, imagine a pair of them pressing against you, as you drive through the city, then. Make sure to try it out sometime.

Meanwhile Squalo's just gonna steer toward a risen bridge.

[bass_instincts]

Squalo no. Squalo yes. Shin holds on tighter as they approach the bridge. There is some part of him still saying it is a bad idea behind all the excitement, but it is getting utterly drowned out. "Hell yes!"

[sharktrash]

He floors the speed as they approach the edge, and --

"Jump!" he barks out and hops off the bike, letting it fly off and into the river (or you know, hitting a wall or some stones and exploding because why the fuck not). If Shin was being slow, well, he probably grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him to safety.

He connects with the ground pretty hard, but without too much scrapes thanks to his leather getup, and rolls over a few times down the bridge before stopping. And then laughing manically into the night.

[bass_instincts]

Shin manages to jump in time, but the extra tug from Squalo helps. Fortunately Shin is also wearing a leather jacket, but his jeans get some nice tears and a bit if blood.

Squalo's laughter is contagious as Shin lays next to Squalo. He joins in on the laughter, the drugs helping to drown out any part of him trying to convince him to have some sense of self preservation.

[sharktrash]

He doesn't lie there long. A minute or two, and he hops to his feet like nothing's happened, ready to go for the next bar, pretty much. He glances back at the kid with a grin.

"There, you're a proper rockstar now. Don't forget that feeling."

Unless he's stopped, he'll just walk off into the night, like some kind of mysterious angel of adrenaline and bad life choices.

[bass_instincts]

Shin's going to let him. He's going to find another bar, and maybe a groupie to sleep with. But he's not going to stop the crazy man, even if he is going to remember this.

[sharktrash]

Good. Remember it and reenact it with someone else, that's how we keep the tradition flowing, and so on. Also start doing cocaine I guess.