Where in the fuck was Randy? Sebastian had arrived at Oliver's alone. He'd had to watch Risa for a couple of hours while his father and Sasha were out to some big fundraiser for the library.
Now there was a massive crowd. Honestly, he'd wanted to make a late arrival. It wasn't that he knew he'd enjoy it here at this fortress of wine, women, and muses. But he'd expected Randy.
It was so cold out and yet bloody fantastic inside with the roar of the crowd. He looked around. What if he wasn't even at the right place. And then he saw Oliver with Mia hanging on to his arm. It wasn't long until he saw who Anita was with. Someone new. He was definitely going to keep his distance.
"You want something to drink?" Someone offered him a lager.
"I guess." He took it and looked over the bloke with thick dark curls. He wasn't much older than Sebastian.
"Soren," the bloke gave him a handshake with a smile.
"Sebastian." He smiled back.
"Well, it blows, really, if you ask. But then, good old Ollie has always been rather a Me person." Soren grinned. Sebastian just nodded.
"Are you new, should I know you?" Sebastian asked. There was something distinctive about him. As if he should remember him from somewhere.
"Are you having a deja vu?" Soren laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure you don't know me. How about we get away from this Slime Ball. You know, they are all on drugs here, and maybe we can get to know each other."
"Great. Just great." Sebastian sighed wishing he hadn't come. He so wanted to be a good boyfriend to Randy, but with him being a no show, he was making this quite difficult. "What do you have in mind?"
"Nothing hard like this stuff." Soren smirked.
Sebastian just nodded. What ever could he be talking about?
an unlikely story
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