In the dim light, Anton has to squint to see the faces around him. There's a glass of wine in front of him, courtesy of someone--he's not sure who, no one really bothers to remind him he isn't quite of age, yet--and there's an arm thrown lazily across the back of his chair. It's Karl's probably, the man's delighted rasp of a voice curls around him like the smoke of the cigarette he's currently holding; on his other side, Zoe is leaning across the table, listening intently as Zach tells her about his current projects.
He's sleepy and full, and JJ's backyard stretches for what seems like miles, surrounded by the late spring air of Los Angeles. He lets the conversations wash over him, as he mulls over the fact that he has just finished what may become his most successful movie to date. It makes his heart pound; he's just barely twenty and some months, and yet--and yet--
Someone nudges his leg, and Anton snaps back into the moment. "Yeah?" he says, smirking lazily when Chris grins at him from across the table.
"Can't believe we just did that," Chris says, and it probably comes out more lewd than it should have because Anton feels his ears flush. (He blames it on the wine.)
"Seriously," Anton says, toying with his glass. He laughs a little, mostly to himself, and he feels another nudge against his foot. He raises his eyes questioningly, but Chris isn't looking at him anymore, is instead talking to Zach about the merits of referencing Voltaire in modern film. Anton tries to pull his feet back, but Chris' follow, brushing gently against his leg, until Anton finally gives up and starts nudging back.
He takes a long, slow drink and watches as Chris' eyes crinkle with laughter.
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He's sleepy and full, and JJ's backyard stretches for what seems like miles, surrounded by the late spring air of Los Angeles. He lets the conversations wash over him, as he mulls over the fact that he has just finished what may become his most successful movie to date. It makes his heart pound; he's just barely twenty and some months, and yet--and yet--
Someone nudges his leg, and Anton snaps back into the moment. "Yeah?" he says, smirking lazily when Chris grins at him from across the table.
"Can't believe we just did that," Chris says, and it probably comes out more lewd than it should have because Anton feels his ears flush. (He blames it on the wine.)
"Seriously," Anton says, toying with his glass. He laughs a little, mostly to himself, and he feels another nudge against his foot. He raises his eyes questioningly, but Chris isn't looking at him anymore, is instead talking to Zach about the merits of referencing Voltaire in modern film. Anton tries to pull his feet back, but Chris' follow, brushing gently against his leg, until Anton finally gives up and starts nudging back.
He takes a long, slow drink and watches as Chris' eyes crinkle with laughter.