You can't save us now !! Rio and Willow

[rio anderson.]

Rio couldn't stand the silence that formed when him and his brother were in their dorm together with nothing to do. It wasn't awkward as such, but it could hardly be classed as comfortable. He worried that he was annoying Willow somehow, either from tapping the keys on his laptop to loud, playing music through his headphones too loud, or by being too quiet. He's been penalised for each of those things on more than one occasion, and tried his hardest to avoid situations where one of them could occur.

He couldn't simply sit and read a book. Willow didn't like him reading, he said he should be doing something more productive with his time. Thus he tried sitting at his laptop, reading fictions online and talking in the chat box, as well, in an attempt to look more sociable for his brother. But of course, that meant typing, and typing was too loud for the echoing walls of their dorm. Music? Any more than half volume and Willow would be able to hear it, and thus, be able to complain about it.

So far, he'd been pretty good. This was most probably due to the Vodka Rio kept passing to him rather than any will to be more sedate for once. But beggars can't be choosers, and a drunk Willow who wouldn't complain as much, as well as probably not coming home that night was much better than a sober Willow with sexual frustration. Rio had learnt that the hard way.

And thus, a bottle of Vodka here, or $50 dollars spent at a club was well worth it for peace of mind, right? And a few hours spent with Willow now was well worth the night he'd have on his own afterwards. The end by far outweighed the means in that respect, so why not invite Willow out with him? After all, he was going to go out that night anyway. Admittedly, he was going to go food shopping for them, rather than drink shopping, but that could come later. They had enough food to last them a few nights, and if the worse came to the worse they could eat out.

That was all the deliberation needed to get Rio walking side by side with Willow towards Tangerine. He walked in silence beside him, one headphone in his ear and a spliff between his fingers.

He wouldn't attempt to make conversation with Willow until the spliff was all gone, which wouldn't be too long now, he thought, looking at the small slither of slow burning filter paper still left between his fingers. It wasn't that great a loss, of course. He had much, much more in the leather satchel slung over his shoulder, but he would have to leave that until the night played on, and people were much less likely to smell the sickly sweet scent of marijuana amidst the commonly accepted cigarette smoke.

It wouldn't be too long, he hoped, glancing at his watch. It was nearly 8, and by 10 most people were wasted enough to not notice, or not care, about the weed he smoked. Two hours of his brothers remarks. He could do that, right? He'd had worse. Taking the last drag of the spliff in his hand, he flicked it into the bin in front of the club, and turned to look at Willow. "After you." He motioned to the door, knowing that if he followed Willow in he would be much less likely to be ID'd, and thus not have to resort to one of the fakes in his wallet. He didn't like doing it, out of principle, at least.

[willow hill anderson.]

There was something strange about the scene, Willow had decided, there was something very wrong. Rio and he had been sat in their dorm in silence, as they often were. Willow couldn't care enough to spark a conversation up and Rio had never been one for talking anyway, so it just seemed natural that the pair should remain quiet. Yet, still, there was something wrong. Willow's thin fingers were tapping swiftly on and over the keys, pressing them softly before moving to the next, and when he stopped Rio's seemed to retort with a few sharp clicks. There was nothing to be argued about there. During pauses of typing, Willow had listened out for the sound of music that he knew usually accompanied Rio and still, there was nothing to be picked at. Willow didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit. What was the world made for, if not to pick at his younger brother until there was no argument left within him? His brow had been raised delicately at the prospect of leaving that dorm, where things weren't right anymore. It was then that he realised that something must have been going on, Rio was most definitely not the type to want to stand by his brother. So, why would this one ocassion be an exception?

It was for that reason that Willow found himself walking besides his brother with a slightly suspicious mind. He wasn't entirely sure what his brother was planning, but he would play along until it no longer suited him, at least. The silence was still there, hanging about the pair as if sewn to their clothes and caught within their hair, Willow still didn't mind it. He had come to recognise that silence as familiar and anything but it was simply not acceptable in his books. God forbid that he should actually have a conversation with his brother without demanding something in return, now that definitely wouldn't do. His hands pushed themselves further into the large pockets of his jacket, brushing against his phone, cigarettes and lighter. He hadn't bothered to bring his wallet, he would have no need for it if he got his own way. That jacket was one of his most treasured possessions, without it Willow would have no room for the drugs, or the alcohol to slip into, without it, Willow would have no income. Yet, to look at it, there wasn't alot to it. It was plain black in colour, to match the rest of Willow's outfit, and made of a thick sort of wool. It gave Willow the shivers when he accidentally brushed his fingers over it and that was one of the reasons he loved it so much.

Will knew what to expect when they reached the club and it came as planned. The spliff that had accompanied Rio on the way to the club was flicked away and a gesture was made to Willow that seemed ever so familiar. He smirked softly, the smile spreading rapidly so that a twinkle appeared in those black eyes of his. He stepped in front of Rio, the smirk still present as he gave a slight nod of recognition to the man stood by the door, nice face but small cock. Willow reached towards the mass of hair perched delicately upon his head and scrunched it between those slim hands of his before stepping into the atmosphere of Tangerine. This was the scene that Willow lived for and he made his mind up there and then that he wouldn't be heading home that night, not until he had experienced everything there was to experience on a night like this. Alcohol, drugs and rampant sex were high on his list of to do's as he walked through the heaving crowds towards the instantly recognisable bar. He didn't wait for Rio, there was really no need, the boy could take care of himself and if he couldn't? Well, Willow wasn't in the right frame of mind to take care of the boy, not tonight.

[rio anderson.]

He watches his brother go through the doorway, disappearing through the thick gauze curtain which acted as the divide between inside and out. Tangerine, and the real world. He saw the instantaneous change in the bouncers face as Willow passed, and resisted rolling his eyes. The look of need and devotion was obvious, if only for a brief moment in which the boys mouth opened slightly, allowing for his tongue to dart out quickly, then return back to the damp interior once more. Typical. Rio couldn't go anywhere without seeing men and women alike falling at his brothers feet, or attempt to fall on their knees for him. It was disgusting really. He didn't even bother giving that particular victim another glance until one of his thin arms stretched in front of Rio, holding him back from the curtain he was about to pass through. "How old are you?" He asked, eyeing Rio suspiciously. Rio looked up from under his long lashes, keeping his head low as he looked at the man. He was young, barely more than 21 himself, it seemed. He was quite thin looking, not at all the type of boy you'd expect to be a bouncer, but in the hand thrown out in Rio's path he could certainly feel a surprising amount of strength. "Twenty one." Rio said quietly, hoping it might hide the stupidly high pitch a little better. "ID, please." the reply came. Rio closed his eyes briefly, slightly longer than they needed to be closed, and took in a deep breath. Every single fucking time.

He took the bag from over his shoulder and buried his hand into it, searching for his wallet. He needed to be careful doing this in front of bouncers, and you would have though he'd learnt by now not to put his wallet in first, to then be covered by bags of skunk and bottles of e. Apparently not, though. His hand slipped past all of the plastic bags, the few clinking glass bottles, past his camera bag, and down into the depths of the satchel. Groping around a little, he quickly found the foreign object and pulled it out, flipping it open straight away to the ID he was looking for, and holding it out to the boy. He knew if he took it slowly, he'd flip past 2 other ID's, one of which claiming he was a woman, and the other of which was his real, 16 year old one. No need to cause suspicion, right?

The boy looked at it and nodded, a small sound of acceptance coming from his closed lips. Then, he stopped nodding, and furrowed his brow. He looked from the card to Rio's face, then back again, and again. He knew what was happening. Male? Yes. I have a fucking cock, he felt like shouting. How often did this happen? Too often, at least. The boy was biting his lip, as if he didn't know whether it was a joke or not, but soon stood aside and let Rio past.

Rio raised an eyebrow at him, but walked past none the less, keeping his gaze locked onto the steely blue eyes of the boy.

Rio couldn't help but wonder if the never ending supply of suspicious bouncers who thought he was a girl would ever realise that it was a hell of a way to damper a kids evening, accusing them of being the opposite gender. Once, it had ended up with him having to drop his trousers in front of a bouncer to prove his manhood, and show that the ID was not a fake. It was, of course, but it was the most realistic fake one could buy, and thus as far as they were concerned, quite real. He usually wouldn't have done it. If it had been any other day he would have just turned round and walked off, but that day, Willow had walked off, holding Rio's bag for him whilst he found his ID, and with it took both bottles labelled 'Lithium' from him, the one which contained his meds, and the other which contained $200 worth of ecstasy. For this reason, and this alone, he felt compelled to follow his brother.

Now, he found himself in the familiar scene of Tang. The rhythm of pounding drums pulsed through the room, and with it so did the multitudes of half dressed, half drunk dancers in the middle. This was familiar. This was calming, ironically.

A few steps lead him towards the bar, where he knew his brother would be, either waiting for someone to buy him a drink, or waiting for Rio to buy him a drink. Either way, he knew his brothers top priority would to get alcohol in his bloodstream as quickly as possible.

[willow hill anderson.]

It wasn't until Willow planted himself on the stool that he had come to class as his own that he noticed a distinct lack of Rio. His eyes did a quick scan of the path that he had taken and upon not seeing him made the quick decision that he had been stopped, again. Another smirk flew to his lips, at that moment Rio was being held back by one of the weakest fucks that Willow had ever had. He wasn't entirely sure why he found that so amusing, but he did. The smirk didn't fade from his lips as he began to swing those long, thin legs back and forth gently. He knew the drill that Rio would be going through outside only too well, the questions wouldn't last long and if they did then perhaps Willow could pry himself away from the bar for a few moments to pull the wallet from his brothers hands. Just because Rio wasn't enjoying himself didn't mean that Willow shouldn't, right? He knew, of course, that if he wanted to, he could probably convince the bouncer, who's name slipped his mind, to let Rio in. But hey! He wasn't in the mood, so he wouldn't.

His hands gripped the bar that ran along the bar between his fingers and he leant back. His eyes floated up to the ceiling, fixing on the small circular lights there, which he could only presume were meant to look like stars. They didn't, but who was he to rain on their parade? His eyes went from the not-so-starry lights to the tacky orange sofa's that lined the walls of the club. The people plastered to these sofa's were of little interest to him. None of them stood out as particularly stunning and those that did were stunning in a sort of 'I'm a no-sex before marriage' kind of way, their skirts were knee length or their trousers were as baggy as was possible without losing the elegance of a real trouser. He let out a slightly heavy sigh before sitting up straight once again on the bar stool. The bar staff? Well, they weren't that bad he supposed, they had a somewhat charming look about them, the kind that told Willow that they were much further below him on the social ladder. He liked that, knowing that he was better than them, was it a bad thing to think? Probably, but he didn't care. He could live with thinking bad thoughts, but at that precise moment, he needed something to do, in any sense of the word.

Willow was bored of waiting, he was tired of being sat there alone with nobody to flirt with and nobody to buy him a drink, the latter was more pressing on his mind at that moment. He ran his tongue over the roof of his own mouth in an attempt to repress the need that was swiftly taking over his mind. That was when he saw Rio, heading towards him and turned to the bar, gesturing towards an employee to come over. He couldn't wait that long for Rio to come back, and as the member of staff reached him he smiled widely showing his white teeth in all their glory. "I think I would like a Jacks, please." He spoke clearly, in case his request was a little too difficult to understand, you could never tell with these people.

Willow's eyes turned back to follow the figure that was ever so familiar to him, waiting a little impatiently for him to get to him. When he did, he held his hand out, expecting Rio to know exactly what he wanted. "I haven't gotten you anything, I presumed you would wish to choose." Willow wouldn't have known what to get his brother anyway, he wasn't really much like him at all. Willow always presumed that Rio would like something weaker than he would ask for, and when Willow did ask for that drink it would always be drunk with a look of displeasure. It wasn't that Willow minded this look, more the fact that he it annoyed him when Rio acted as though he had no taste. Willow stretched as the drink was placed in front of him and he looked back, expectantly, at Rio. "Well? Pay the man." He snapped slightly.

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