the music in the house boomed crazily, different colors and shades of lights going crazy all over the house, illuminating all of the dark corners with light for split seconds each time.

felix’s parties were always… hyped up for some reason— it could’ve just been that you never really thought that his parties were lit and whatnot, or he could be a terrible host. not like people saw that, though. he had beer, weed ‘n cigs and had a wealthy family. oh, and, throw in his good-ass looks in there too if you will.

but you weren’t expecting to be sitting in a secluded part of his house with the felix catton. while he’s just playing a fucking guessing game.

“ohh, c’mon— jus’ tell me, dollface. ‘m gettin’ tired, y’know?” he takes a swig out of the red cup on the small marble table. “i saw ‘em peekin’ when you were sittin’ down. remembered you had a back tattoo— but the color of your underwear? can’t put my finger on it..” what a perv, felix. how fucking smooth.

“yer so mean,” felix teases, smiling at your smug grin. “y’could show me right now, y’know… would make things easier f’me..”