Like in Consecuencias, you and I would be alone, amidst the haze of liquor and the sensuous, enticing urge-filled vacuum of this party, to linger here, in this place where music dissipates before it reaches where we hide. We would lean on one another on the floor, in the dark, with the comfort of your arm around my waist. And just perhaps, my head would be content upon your shoulder. And then we would agree to see the possibility for mouth and lips to move with consciousness, with thought as we discuss that which disturbs us: the slowly failing sanity which limps around us all. Version with edited title here. - - - - - - - - - Maybe I'm just naive. But Khoa is having another night out drinking for fun, and I'm having problems with that. Am I straightedge? I really don't know -- I haven't had the chance to really test my principles. But... ah. =/ I feel naive. Naive and sad. P.S. Consequencias is a reference to this fanfic.