He rolled his eyes. This guy talked far too much and was just unbelievable. He turned to sip at his drink, savoring the taste, he took a melting cube of ice into his mouth for a moment. Its chill burning his lips and biting at his gums. Lips glossed over with the sweet melting ice. Running down his throat like fine wine, he set down his glass and turned to berate the guy again. Tell him to shut up and buzz off. However, as his eyes met Blake's once more, he froze. Something gripping and holding him down. He licked his lips and averted his gaze, cherry red lips swelled from him worry away at it so much, parting in bitter poisons, "Can't you just leave me alone?" He croaked out softly, the distant sound of the piano repeated behind him, "I don't need to take any of what you want to give me."

 "I don't need any of your nonsense or your teasings. I don't care for what you have to say nor what you're intending with all of this." The lights dimming, a spotlight upon a moment, "You can't lure me into anything or whatever sick plan you have." A little show, puppets on strings willed together. Words hanging meaninglessly in the air, fading along with a dwindling space, "I'm not another one of your gold digger friends looking for your pity, im not even your friend." Hurriedly, to fill the space, noises rush out without purpose. No thought to fly away, no force against a gentle breeze nor lips sealed too tight. Loosely, the sweet air shimmered like dewdrops suspended in a spider's web.

 Inhibitions lost, confident lips tremble and words fall away. A warm touch upon cold skin. The ruddy end of violet upon rounded cheeks. Softness on softness. Glossed lips receive warmly. A dissonance in one's head. The delicate wings of a butterfly trembled and were pushed back onto a soft bed.