Matthew Cade | OC

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{Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this, an anti social pessimist |

[pawnshopheart]

The apartment is packed with more people than seem reasonable to be inside of it, and this really isn't the scene Matt would normally find himself in. Except Aurora said she knew the guy throwing it would all but provide freebie bags at the door on arrival. Yeah, he was that particular combo of rich and bored. An especially well-timed invitation from Aurora because Matt's running low on the important things, so what better place to re-stock than a 'don't worry, I'm buying' kind of party?

Matt manages to both look like he belongs here and like this is the last place he would want to be at the same time. The music is loud, the drinks are strong, and the party favors are floating around like kids sharing candy. It's exactly his scene, if more crowded than he prefers. By a lot. But whatever. The guy hosting literally handed out goodie bags, and Matt couldn't be more confused and amused all at once. He could only wish that he had that kind of money to burn.

He's somewhere in an isolated corner, nursing a drink and staring out at the mass of people. There are just so goddamn many of them, he's not sure he could pinpoint the last time he was willingly anywhere this crowded. There's a familiar push of pressure somewhere near his temples and he lets out a long suffering sigh. He pulls the goddie bag from his inner jacket pocket and picks through the bag, particularly pleased to find Klonopin in the small pharmacy of pills provided. He tosses two in his mouth, pockets the baggie, and takes another drink from the glass of whiskey in his hand.

[channellings]

Klaus has no idea how he got to the apartment in the first place, but he knows exactly why he stays once he comes through the door. Someone hands him a baggie full of pills and if his pupils weren't already blown-out, they'd probably have gotten even bigger. He's got a decent alcohol and weed buzz going, so what better way to spice it up? What particular people don't know won't hurt them any, right? Right.

The bag is opened, the pills are rifled through and down goes an Adderall-- dry at first, until someone happens by with armfuls of drinks. Klaus snatches a cup, sniffs its contents then gulps down the fruity liquor, shoulders raising up and down a few times, contemplative. Preparatory to his continued exploring, he strides after the person to get a second cup, raising them both in as grateful a gesture he can manage before slinking off.

By the time he stumbles across Matt, he's flying high, tingling from head to toe and vibrating with refreshed energy. Part of him wishes he had another joint, even if it wouldn't bring him down any, but he'll settle on taking another drink of what remains in his cup while he approaches the guy who has somehow managed to look comfortable and unsettled at the same time. "Hey," he greets, simple to start, then follows it up with, "Looks kinda quiet over here."

[pawnshopheart]

Matt senses this guy the second he walks into the room and, oh, boy does he not want to deal with him. He's been relatively left alone, aside from a few random conversations with Aurora and the host-guy and a few other strays. But most people don't seek out the quiet corner guy at parties, he's not interesting.

And yet here he is. Being sought out by arguably the loudest emotional wreck in the entire place.

Matt already looks annoyed as he turns to look at him. "Yeah, that's the idea."

[channellings]

Sorry, Matt, but Klaus isn't like other people. Even those who prefer to hide away in the corners don't get away from him, and especially when they look as grumpy as this guy. Yeesh, it's kind of harshing his mellow? He's handled worse things though, for sure.

At least Matt doesn't have to worry about Klaus moving to sit down right away or him being vocally loud (yet).

"Sooo, who pissed in your cheerios?" He's genuinely curious, maybe even feeling some slight pity. "Are you out? I'm sure they'd give you another grab-bag, if you ask nicely."

[pawnshopheart]

"Nobody, I'm always this stunning ray of sunshine you see before you." Not actually a lie, as much as the words may be dripping with sarcasm. Matt's just not that social.

He snorts, "I'm good. I haven't been here long enough to go through the whole bag yet." And he wouldn't make it that long, either. He'll jet sooner rather than later, truth told.

[channellings]

"I don't know about 'ray of sunshine,' but stunning? Hmmm." He wrinkles his nose, eyebrows knitting together, as if it's something he legitimately needs to contemplate. "You're attractive, I'll give you that."

Klaus shifts from one foot to the other, drains his cup then gestures offhandedly. "And you're already hiding in a corner. Either you hate people, parties, or something's really got your goat."

[pawnshopheart]

He perks a brow at the other guy making some kind of assessment about him, smirk tugging up one corner of his mouth. "Gee, thanks. I needed my ego stroked tonight."

"Aw, why limit myself to just one: All of the above." He grins and finishes off the beer in his hand, setting the empty bottle on the nearest flat surface. He fishes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one. "You're at home here, though, huh?" He nods in his direction. Some people just give off vibes, and Klaus strikes Matt as a classic party boy, through and through. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

[channellings]

Ah, so he does have a smile tucked away somewhere. Klaus's own mouth upturns ever so slightly. "Hey, it's no problem. We can all use the stroke every now and then." Which, like, could be taken in whatever way Matt wants to take it.

"Oof," he grunts playfully. "Even that seems a bit excessive, don't you think?" But his smirk widens then he brightens at the sight of the cigarette, remembering the few he has left in his own pocket that he decides to fish out. "How could you tell?" The flitting back and forth between people like a social hummingbird wasn't obvious, right? Totally not.

[pawnshopheart]

"Hardly. If I was being excessive, you'd know it." Matt is not shy about being an outright dick when he wants to be. And he wants to be quite often, but currently, he's buzzed enough that he isn't feeling a literal fuckton of things that don't belong to him so he's okay for now. "Oh, I don't know. The spazzoid butterfly thing you've been doing for the last hour was probably a clue."

[channellings]

"Fair enough," Klaus acknowledges with a shrug. He's been around his fair share of buzzkills, they hardly bother him anymore, but something's different about this one. He can't quite put his finger on it, though.

"Wow, 'spazzoid butterfly?' I think I kind of like that."