memories never fade [landon]

[skye romany lewis]

Skye tottered precariously up the driveway towards the large and imposing house which was to be the venue of tonight’s party. The music blaring out into the quiet night indicated quite strongly this was the right place. She stumbled up the front step, clutching onto the bottle of wine she had walked here with, already making her suitably intoxicated. Most people drank to become more confident but during this manic episodes, Skye hardly saw this as necessary . She would easily bound up and start an in depth conversation with complete strangers, worrying not at all of their reaction. Skye mainly drank to calm her jitteriness, and also because it helped to cover up her symptoms, making it almost acceptable to do all of the mad, impulsive things which were quite normal during her mania. Apparently bring a crazy drunk is more acceptable than being just crazy.

”Hello...hi...hey!” she grinned, touching peoples arms warmly as she walked past them, some acquaintances and some strangers, all thinking she was slightly erring on the side of odd. She ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair, bed head messy and held away from her face with a sparkly clip. Skye was tall and willowy, with long and slender limbs which seemed to lend themselves well to whatever she wore. Generally a quirky mix of old and new, bit and pieces which took her fancy, all piled together in a way that just sort of..worked. She took a swig from the bottle of wine as she headed into the living room. The furniture had all been pushed back and people either sat together in small groups getting completely pissed and talking or stood up and moved with the music. Nobody seemed to be particularly going for it though.

Skye twirled her way into a space, beginning to dance as if nobody was watching. Dancing was her love and when she was manic like this, she really couldn’t care less about what anybody else thought of her. She threw her arms up in the air, swaying her hips provocatively with the sounds of the music. She threw back her hair and got more into it, unaware of anybody looking at her. At the back of her mind though, however good her mood was, was a little worry, a small doubt which threatened to ruin her night if she didn’t keep it contained. Because despite being manic, drunk and high, something in Skye told her that what had happened that night hadn’t been right. She’d said no. She could have sworn she’d said no. She took another large gulp of wine, just hoping to erase this memory from her mind.

[bryancox1]

Landon wondered around mindlessly, his hand clutched firmly to the neck of his handle of tequila as he slowly weaved his way through the clusters of people that filled the house. The blaring music sounded quieter with each gulp of alcohol that Landon had taken, but he felt the music fill up his body causing him to bob his head unknowingly. Landon had been at the party for awhile now and at this point was already comfortably drunk, his balance and ability to slip was already beginning to fail him. He muttered a few 'hello's' and 'sups' to a few of the parties patrons as he brought the bottle to his lips a few more times. Landon knew he shouldn't of been drinking as much, especially since Landon knew what alcohol would do to him. In some respects Landon was your typical douchebag: he couldn't care less what people though about him and it didn't matter to him if he hurt your feelings but when alcohol was involved it only made matters much, much worse.

When Landon consumed alcohol he became a worse, if not evil, version of himself. He became easily angered and confrontational when he drank. It was easy to set him off when he drank, but he wasn't violent by any means. Landon was good, if not great, at cutting someone down with his words. Verbally abusive was sadly the understatement when it came to describing Landon - he was quick at reacting, and an even quicker thinker. He could cut anyone down whenever he felt like it, without feeling the slightest bit of remorse while he did it. Landon waded his way through the sea of people, checking out some of the cute girls that passed him. It wasn't until he seen Skye that the smile he had quickly faded.

Landon and Skye were, for a lack of a better word, friends. With fucked up problems of their own, they grew comfortable in hooking up to take their minds away from the pains they shared in life. It was a feeling like no other. Landon could take out his frustrations in a more productive way and Skye enjoyed hooking up with Landon. Normally Landon would have enjoyed seeing her, but tonight was different. Landon knew that Skye was clueless about the night when he...took advantage of her. Landon swayed to the beat of the music, his drink filling up his throat only to slide down with a burning feeling. He slowly made his way over to Skye, hoping she wouldn't piece together the events of that night. "Hey Skye!" he yelled with a fake smile.

[skye romany lewis]

Hearing her name being called, Skye turned suddenly, beaming genuinely as Landon approached her. Seeing him made her vow even further to forget her niggling worries. She was probably being ridiculous anyway- she was so off her face that night that she couldn’t even remember who the guy was, never mind the technicalities of consent. These memories of saying no could well have been completely falsified by a mind so horrendously affected by illness and substances.

Skye skipped over to Landon joyfully, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly. They had a slightly unusual relationship, having very little in common apart from being slightly screwed up and having a mutual desire for casual sex. They were sort of friends with benefits, but with far more emphasis on benefits rather than friendship. It kind of worked though- Skye wanted some fun and Landon wanted someone easy, so they matched together quite well. When Skye wasn’t flying as high as a kite though, they rarely saw each other. They were two very different people after all, sort of thrown together in a mess of drunkenness, troubling circumstances and sexual tension. But when they were together, things were good, and it was for that reason that Skye didn’t want to spend tonight reliving things and worrying. She wanted some unrestrained fun, and Landon was exactly the sort of guy to give it to her.

”Landon, hi!” she squealed ”It’s so lovely to see you!” Skye downed more of her wine quickly and took his hand ”Let’s dance!” she said excitedly, giving him very little choice in the matter as she dragged him into the space she had been occupying, having cleared a bit of room between all the other party goers. This sort of interaction was quite usual for Skye during these times, rarely giving people chance to react to one sudden action or comment before moving on to the next, completely impulsive and impatient.