hipster bennett

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
—  Alan Bennett
High As the Sun || Jamie & Jack

He didn’t really miss partying, now that he thought about it. His focus on going out had dropped from three times a week to more like three times a month. But the atmosphere was familiar, and ironically enough, it was a good place for him to think. He did have to turn several people down when they came in for–attention, but he could handle himself. He did have to pretend to “spill” his soda (“Oh, WHOOPS, sorry about that, better go change your shirt, bye.”) to get one particularly handsy asshat off of him, but he didn’t mind.

An old friend from his first term English class came up to him with a lazy smile and her boyfriends shirt on. Leaning against Jack, she whispered in his ear, “There’s a better party upstairs.” She paused. “Well, there’s gonna be, there’s some kid from outta town with new stuff. Wanna come?” she drawled in her soft Georgian accent, drowsy not from any pot, but from her undoubtedly late night the night before.

Rolling his eyes, he helped her back onto her feet and slung an arm around her waist, hoisting one of hers over his shoulders. “You gonna be awake for it?” he teased.

“Shhh,” she insisted, grinning at him and pointing to the large staircase. “I was put in charge of the stuff, I’ve got the cash,” she went on, “Jack, hurry uuuuuup.”

“All right, all right,” he chuckled, and dragged her up the stairs with ease. “Where’s the guy?”

“I think that’s him,” she said, pointing with her arm toward a small group of students milling around in the hall. Jack just nodded and headed over with her, practically propping her up while she smiled with fake shyness at the group. “Hi, I was hoping you might have something for me,” she said meaningfully to whoever she assumed was the dealer, her tone was overly sweet.