[Kain Mccale]

Kain had caught wind earlier that day of a pretty big party going down at one of the near by clubs. To convince him to go, all he had to hear were the words 'lax security'. That meant there would be minors, who would no doubt be the best customers when it came to selling the ecstasy he'd just gotten in the other day. He hadn't sold it before, but had witnessed enough dealing of it going on that he was confidant it would go pretty quickly.

It didn't take long for him to get ready; he took a brief shower, threw together an outfit that included a multiple pocketed jacket too hold all of the goods he'd be offering that night, shoved said merchandise into the pockets along with his wallet and keys, then exited the apartment. If he'd been born a couple of decades earlier, he probably would have been able to walk to his destination, but the heat was so intense that any living creature had to be transported in a vehicle with a properly functioning air conditioner or they'd dehydrate. Alright, so maybe his imagination was a little overactive, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

He pulled into the parking lot about ten minutes later, a smug smirk already playing at his lips. Kain was ready to party like a fucking rock star and make a few bucks along the way. After flashing the bouncer his ID, he shoved it back into his wallet, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his skinny jeans once he had it put away. It was easiest to look casual that way, he'd found. Barely even through the doorway, a couple of girls that looked no older than 15 or 16 came up to him, hinting that they knew he had some 'E' on board and if maybe they could have some? Now grinning, he slipped one of his hands out of his jeans pocket and into his jacket. The deal went down in a matter of minutes and pretty soon, Kain was once again wondering the club with nothing in particular in mind.

After awhile, the idea of a cool drink started to sound pretty grand, so he made his way over to the bar and sank down onto one of the barstools, ordering a glass of Jack as he did so. The bartender got it to him quickly; it didn't hurt that she was one of his more loyal customers... He gave her a curt nod and then began sipping on the dark amber liquid, eyes scanning the crowd. Looked like a pretty good bunch. Business would be flowing nicely soon enough... He just had a way with knowing, but then he'd been in the business for a few years. A dealer learned to pick up on details quickly.

[Caleb Hayes]

It had been a long day for Caleb Hayes. He'd been working all day- on his off day. The girl that was supposed to be working didn't even show up, so they called The eighteen year old in to do the work for her. For the first thirty minutes, he didn't mind; he needed the money. But the library wasn't a place he wanted to be on a Saturday, and Caleb was bored fast... Somehow, the idea of helping little kids find books and the elderly read signs wasn't very appealing. He should be sleeping right now, so he could get ready for tonight... He always slept all Saturday. And Sunday. Come to think of it, he just plain slept a lot. It wasn't really his fault- what else was there to do? Go fishing? Hellz nah! some people of earlier generations would interject. But Caleb had better taste in both his choice of words and his pronunciations. "Awh, Fuck it." he grumbled as he leaned back on the computer chair behind the counter, watching a young mother glare at him as she directed her eight year old away from Caleb's foul mouth. Maybe about two, three years ago, he'd have felt remorse for ruining her day with his words, But now... nothing mattered. And it felt sort of lonely.

Cain took went to lunch ten minutes early, standing out in the back of the library near the dumpsters and smoking as he glowered at the sun from under the shade of the faded green awning hanging from above the metal door. There was so much graffiti on the walls; faded graffiti from ten, twenty years ago, fresh, dripping graffiti from what must have been last night, it wasn't there the night before. Cain couldn't read the words- he never had been able to distinguish those obscure letterings in most wall arts. Lowering himself onto the cement steps with a groan and a puff of smoke, Caleb felt something vibrate in the pockets of his shorts- a Cell phone, of course. shifting to one side and letting the cigarette dangle haphazardly from his mouth, he fished into his pocket to get the thing, flipping it open to be greeted by a simple, grammarless text message from a nameless friend- big prty 2nit u goin was all the thing said, followed by the present date and a number Caleb hadn't memorized. He scowled as he hit the reply button, slowly typing out his affirmation- he absolutely hated it when people went out of their way to slaughter the English language.

It was a shame that he made his plans halfway through his shift, because the next three hours were the longest of his life. Three hours of shelving books, helping people with computers, spoon-feeding people that can't do things for themselves... What had the world come to? Everyone was so afraid of doing the wrong thing. Everyone was so afraid to ask questions, just in case they were ridiculed. it was times like these where he hated everyone. Times like these where he really needed something, someone to calm him down. Preferably something... Time seemed to have stopped, every second a minute, or two. But at long last, the analog clock finally gave him that glorious angle he was looking for, the angle that would release him from labour... He waited to get his weekly check, and he was out of there as fast as he could. The bank was right next door, so he strolled over to cash the thing in for his seven dollars an hour, six hours... forty-two dollars for one day. That hardly seemed fair, he felt like he'd wasted his entire life in that six hours. He had died and was reborn, only to be paid forty two dollars for his hard work...

This is what you get to look forward to for the rest of his life, he scowled to himself once more as he recounted the small amount of cash just to make sure the bank teller wasn't trying to keep a dollar or two for herself (again) before heading out to the bus stop to go home and change into something less... gross-looking. Maybe it would be a cool night tonight, eighty, ninety degrees, so he could wear jeans; truth be told, he absolutely hated shorts. He hated how skinny and girlish his legs looked, how they hardly even touched when he put his flip-flopped feet together... But it's not like there was much he could do about it. He'd gotten his genes from his mother, small and dark-haired. Hopefully, his chromosomes didn't copy her insanity. The bus rolled to a heated stop on the sizzling asphalt, and with a hesitant sigh he clambered on, dropping a few coins in the slot without much of a look to the elderly driver, choosing a seat in the back where the air conditioning was set to Arctic.

Caleb fumbled nervously with the contents of his pocket as he kept his eyes away from the windows- he'd never liked cars. Vehicles in general weren't something he looked forward to being in. The larger the device, the more okay he was with being in it- he would never get into an actual car. The thing is, he's so afraid of being run over, as silly as it sounds. it's not like his family ever own a vehicle for him to get used to, and now he can't get into a low vehicle without having to control his breathing. Buses were okay. They were at the top of the transportation food chain, right under, like, Semis and Trains. Trains scared him, too. Too powerful. It's not like the young man would ever admit to these fears, being eighteen and all, but he let them alter his daily schedule, never crossing a street, never taking a driving course. Not if he can help it. When the bus got to his stop, he slipped off and, hands jammed in the deep pockets of his tan shorts, he found his keys and made is way to the apartment he hated.

It was dark when he got in, the only noise, the canned television laughter coming from the living room and the squeak of a plastic fork coming in contact with a Styrofoam plate. Caleb couldn't remember how it felt to eat off of plates you didn't throw away after you used them, but this had nothing to do with their current financial status. His family had always been more in favour of the paper-and-plastic method. Wasn't the environment already screwed up? eighteen years worth of cutlery couldn't do anything more. He poked a head in the living room to see the sight he already expected- his father's eyes glued to the screen, his expert hand finding the food and then the gaping opening that was his mouth. It was sort of sickening, and reminded Caleb of why, exactly, he hated television. The idiot tube, indeed. He took a quick shower, changed into some jeans ripped up to the point of having a functioning ventilation system, and a darker-coloured tee shirt; he hardly cared what he looked like anymore, as long as he didn't look terrible.

Without saying a word to anyone, not a hello or goodbye, Caleb left the apartment, holding his breath for as long as he could as he passed the piss-and-smoke smelling hallways, making a pleasant jangling sound as he ran down the stairs; elevator was broken, again. The thing had to be at least sixty years old. He checked his phone for the time before he pushed open the front door to the outside- It was already nine fifteen, and the sun had half-set and set the sky aflame. the temperature had dropped, but it was still warm, and for a moment he missed the over-powerful chill he felt on the bus coming home. He decided against stopping at the bus stop, though, when he realized that the particular club he was going to was only about a fifteen minute walk. So walk he did, letting his feet scuff across the loose rocks on the sidewalk as the sun tucked itself into the skyline and the streetlights lit themselves, bathing everything in a yellower light than before.

It felt like longer than fifteen minutes, but finally, Caleb found himself at his destination. there was a slight line to get in, but it seemed as if he was rather early- he flashed the bouncer his fake ID and the larger man waved him in with hardly a glance at the plastic card. The eighteen year old tucked the thing into the front pocket of his jeans, running two hands through his dark hair as he searched for a place to stand, someone he knew... The back of a head caught his attention, brought the ghost of a smile to his face. Was that... Kain? Caleb ran a hand through his hair once more for good measure, making his way over to the bar and sitting himself down next to the other male casually. "Fancy seeing you here," He greeted as he crossed his arms over one another and rested the forearms on the edge of the bar. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.

[Kain Mccale]

When Kain had first started selling illegal substances, he wouldn't even try to hide his amusement at his customers trying to look all inconspicuous while making their purchases. He just let loose his laughter, but had learned quickly that wasn't the way to keep people coming back. Now Kain put all of his willpower into keeping his expressions limited to relaxed or polite. Needless to say, his profits shot up to an impressive level. It was gratifying for someone who worked as hard as he did to be successful and earn the money he needed to get by.

Some boy in an outfit that practically screamed 'wanna-be scene king' very closely resembled a secret agent attempting to break into some high security vault was the next person to hit him up for some of his jacket pocket contents. It was a little harder than usual to hide how hilarious he'd found the kid to be, but he managed, subtly making the exchange and tucking the money away in his wallet. He really needed to get a new one. The leather was all cracked and faded... All in all, the thing looked pretty pathetic, a perfect match in comparison to its owner.

He had a few more eager youths in search of a good fix address him, the latest wondering away as Caleb sat down beside him. Kain didn't even have to look any more to tell when the younger male was in his presence. Fucked up as it sounded, he gave off some kind of distinct aura that Kain had grown all too familiar with over the past few weeks. Hell, maybe it had even been months now since the first time they'd hooked up. It was frightening, knowing that one human was able to hold the dealer's attention for so long. He'd never fit in much, because he was simply bored by most of peers, never stayed in a relationship for more than a couple of days because the sex started getting too comfortable. Deep down, Kain knew that it was a fear of commitment that kept him from settling down, but like hell he wasn't going to try and fight it, until he was six feet under.

"Yeah, whatever." Kain snorted, flashing Caleb a grin. "Admit it, Hayes, you can't get enough of my sweet ass." If there was one thing he enjoyed more than the sex, it was giving Caleb a hard time. It shouldn't be such a pleasure to tease someone he was grudgingly falling for, but it was and he wasn't going to stop for the sake of it being wrong. There were a lot of shameful things that Kain had done in his life, but if he regretted and attempted to abandon all of them, he'd be sitting in the loony bin adorned in a crisp white straitjacket instead of a club sipping on his favorite drink, sitting next to someone that could turn him on just by being near him.

[Caleb Hayes]

Caleb's heart was beating at a highly irregular level as he sat down next to Kain, but it was really nothing out of the ordinary- the pesky organ did the same thing every time he was in the presence of the older male. Not to mention the other organs that were affected by the young man's presence... Caleb let himself lean back in the chair, feeling the satisfying pop-pop-pop of his his back cracking several times as he watched a younger person walk away from Kain. "Yeah, whatever." Kain snorted. Caleb felt himself melt into that grin. "Admit it, Hayes, you can't get enough of my sweet ass." Caleb gave a short, hollow laugh, avoiding the statement with a question. "Business as usual, I assume?" He nodded casually at what he supposed to be Kain's young client, fixing the hem of his tee shirt so it didn't make that odd lump where his otherwise small stomach should have been.

Caleb saw the bartender walk over to him out of the corner of his eye, and he realized that he might just have to buy himself a drink. Which was going to be weird and pretty obvious- Caleb drank more than he should, being under the age limit, but he'd never actually had to order something, it was always just some nameless liquid being poured out of a keg propped up in someone's ice-filled bathtub, or some of his Dad's stuff, just hanging out in the fridge. He didn't know what was strong, what was weak, what was too strong. With the drugs he didn't mind his ignorance- he could just ask, hey, man, what's this gonna do to me? before smoking, snorting, or however you consume the illegal substance of the week. He felt like he should be more knowledgeable with alcohol, though.

The eighteen year old was silently relieved when the woman behind the counter stopped short of him to fill out another man's order. Puffing his cheeks out to blow out the air in his lungs, He leaned back in the stool once more before turning once more to Kain, smiling once more before giving him a quick yawn; not out of tiredness or being bored, but out of pure necessity. "What d'you got tonight?" He asked curiously, gesturing towards the many pockets of Kain's jacket with his light eyebrows. Of course, Kain was selling shit tonight. That's probably the only reason why the young man was there... Unless someone told him that Caleb was going to be there? And he wanted to see him... Caleb let these thoughts linger for a half second before pushing them out of his mind, don't be stupid. But it was a nice idea, no one had ever really looked for Caleb before. Usually he was just there to convenience them. Maybe that's what this is, just a bit of experimentation before Kain got bored. But maybe not, maybe not.

[Kain Mccale]

"Mhm." Kain nodded, watching as another girl oh-so-casually made her way over to him, stopping to make polite exchanges with a few of the grinding bodies. "You should have seen the last guy that came over. It was pretty fucking easy to tell it was his first time buying drugs." He smirked slightly, starting to slip his hand back into the notorious jacket pocket in preparation for his next customer. Quick and stealthy was his motto, and he didn't plan on veering from it any time soon. While he waited for the girl to finish her journey, he placed his now empty glass down on the bar as a subtle hint that he wanted more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kain noticed the bartender finally making her way over again, probably because she had seen that he desired more. One glance over at Caleb was enough to tell him that the younger male was unsure about ordering himself a drink. "And one for my buddy here?" He requested with a wink. The bartender offered a small smile and a curt nod before taking off to fulfill his wishes. Damn, wouldn't it be nice to have someone catering to his every need like that all the time? Too bad he didn't have enough money at his disposal to do that, but maybe someday? Anything could happen... What about all those 12 year old billionaires running around?

"Got some ecstasy today... Stuff goes like fucking candy." Kain chuckled. "I haven't had any myself yet, trying to get a few more sales in before I go goofing around, but if you want some I'd be more than willing to spare you a little." He gave an indifferent shrug. It wasn't very often that he offered his supplies for free or even at a discount because they didn't exactly come easy, but if he genuinely liked someone, he'd be willing to make the sacrifice. Caleb just so happened to be one of that number. Lucky him, right?

[Caleb Hayes]

Caleb's hand found his way in his hair again, his odd nervous habit preforming itself of it's own accord as Kain prepared to make yet another deal. He wondered how much money Kain got in just one night with his profession... More than Caleb got in a week of shelving books, that was for sure. Maybe He should find a new job. Deal some drugs, be a prostitute. He heard that brought in some good cash. The very idea brought the ghost of a humoured smile onto his pink, slightly chapped lips. "You should have seen the last guy that came over. It was pretty fucking easy to tell it was his first time buying drugs." Kain made conversation as one of his hands disappeared into a pocket. "Oh, that one kid? I saw him walk away from you, he looked like he just got away with stealing some earings from a thrift store or something." Yeah, that giddy.

Kain drain his glass of the unlabeled amber liquid, setting the thing down with a clink that seemed to call for a refill. The bartender seemed to speak this language as well, because she made her way over to them with every apparent intention of pouring more into the glass. Caleb was interested in this wordless exchange- only idly, but enough to catch his attention long enough to miss parts of the actual conversation. "...my buddy here?" Was all the younger male heard as he drifted back to the 'real world-' god, what a kid, Caleb Chided himself as he tried to catch up with the fragments of action that were happening before him. Kain's glass was refilled, a new one brought out... Caleb returned Kain's wink with a soft smile. He'd bought him a drink.

"Got some ecstasy today... Stuff goes like fucking candy. I haven't had any myself yet, trying to get a few more sales in before I go goofing around, but if you want some I'd be more than willing to spare you a little." Ecstasy. High School had gotten rid of the mythological 'health class' about ten years ago, deciding that ignorance was the strongest defense against drug use. They were wrong, but it was cheaper this way. It also meant that Caleb knew of the drug only slightly, as he did with pretty much anything that came out of Kain's mouth. But did it really matter? Caleb asked himself, but it was more of a decision. "Eh, I guess I'll have a bit with you. Can't let you have all the fun, now, can I?" he didn't bother reminding Kain that he was in need of enlightenment on the topic of what he was planning on consuming. Because let's face it- Caleb hardly cared anymore.

[Kain Mccale]

If Kain wanted it badly enough, he could have been rolling in the Benjamins right about then... Fortunately, he was pretty humble and down-to-earth, enough to not get stupid and quit a legitimate job and fight his way to the top of the drug dealing industry. Too many people, some of them good friends of Kain's, had been thrown in jail or killed because the competition was so fierce. Thanks, but no thanks. He didn't care to have someone watching his every move, no matter what the reason. "That's probably about the worst he's ever done..." Kain snorted. "One of those, 'talks-the-talk-but-doesn't-walk-the-walk types, you know?"

Kain was still mulling over the possible reasons for his growing so close to Caleb. Had it been because of his charm? Not really. The kid had never done anything all that remarkable to capture his attention, other than look hot to a tipsy man, but when it was put in those terms, Kain felt more like a pedophile. Was it his wit? Nah. Caleb said some pretty funny shit at times, but so did the weather man on channel 6 every morning while Kain was preparing for work. Those stupid fuck old people had to have their coffee at the crack of dawn or the whole world would hear about it... The obvious answer to why he had been inexplicably drawn to Caleb had to be that he was simply being himself. There was nothing more refreshing than that; it was already hard enough to tell what was real and fake.

Those poor Health teachers and DARE officers... Their lessons on the bad effects of drugs and alcohol seemed to have had no effect on the current generation, or the one before for that matter. All of that mostly illegal shit was just too good to stay away from, though. A party just wasn't a party if all anyone wanted to do was sit around and play Scrabble and sing campfire songs, not that there was anything wrong with playing board games... if it was a rainy day and you were stuck at home with your family. It just wasn't the same when little sister was doing the flashing. Kain grinned, as he often did. "Alright, awesome. I hear sex is pretty fucking trippy with E in the system..." Oh shit. He was forward, but usually not like that. Now Caleb probably knew exactly what was on his mind, and he wasn't sure he liked that possibility. Much to his relief, the girl chose that moment to finally address him, and maybe he took a little more time that he should have making the exchange.

[Caleb Hayes]

Caleb watched Kain, watched the older man do nothing spectacular but felt the need to keep his eyes on him all the same. It was strange and astonishing, how well Caleb took to Kain, and so quickly, too- especially considering the circumstances. The first time he and Kain got together, Caleb never would have thought that the next week he would practically seek him out, and all the others afterward would be spent not just with him, but getting closer to him. Until now, when Caleb found himself thinking about him quite frequently, at odd moments- making dinner, at work, walking home... Waiting for the next Saturday, the next party. Because they'd find a way to get together. Caleb didn't know what he'd do if they didn't.

Caleb's right hand fumbled with the glass in front of him, the left reaching awkwardly into the pocket of his tattered jeans- a nervous habit. He didn't know why he was like this, got like this all the time. He didn't know what emotion to stick to it. Maybe, just that feeling of closeness that he had never had with anyone else, for just that long, had created a sort of Kain-addiction of some sort. Caleb hoped not, it sounded a little creepy. After a long moment, Caleb raised the glass to his mouth and took a large drink, wincing only slightly before turning back to the conversation. "That's probably about the worst he's ever done... One of those, 'talks-the-talk-but-doesn't-walk-the-walk types, you know?" Caleb nodded, turning to see if he could find the boy in the crowd, but couldn't. He wasn't the only oddly-dressed one here. "Oh, I know."

He said this absentmindedly as he ran a hand through his hair, taking another, slightly smaller, sip before letting the glass hit the table with a settling clink. Maybe it was the same for Kain. Maybe... Maybe he felt that need, that...closeness As much as Caleb did. More. Less, but only slightly. Caleb didn't mind being the 'woman' of the relationship... relationship? this has gone too far he scolded himself. Maybe it was time to take a break... Like that was an option. Possibility. "Alright, awesome. I hear sex is pretty fucking trippy with E in the system..." and that was really all Caleb needed to get him back on track of the realist way of thinking. he was only in t... for that. There was no closeness. Just a few talks and shared joints and... whoohoo. He turned his full attention to his drink as Kain made another deal, hardly feeling any hurt as he took the last few sips the glass had to offer. Hey, it was better than nothing. He could have just wanted nothing to do with him. True.