<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Vasyli wished that he would have known all of this beforehand. If he did he would never have smoked anything and just stuck to his cups. It was a different sort of unfamiliar feeling, one he wasn't sure he would be okay with or not if he'd had a chance to warm up to the idea. It certainly would have been better than him feeling odd and then realizing it was because he'd smoked something he wasn't actually prepared for. All of his decisions were usually thought out and calculated.<br/>
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Nothing to do for it now though besides wait it out. Kevice suggested he start by not standing, shifting him and helped him to a sitting position propped up with their backs against the railing. Struggling against it wasn't helpful and all the erratic movement was just making his head spin even more. It was a natural reaction to an uncomfortable and unwelcome feeling.<br/>
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“Well at least you didn't take me anywhere <i>shadier</i>,” Vasyli said, scoffing a little bit. “I wasn't sure what might make this worse but strangers fucking in the corner somewhere might. I couldn't imagine having sex like this, even privately. You must have a tolerance if you could even get your cock to work.” He looked irritated still, even with his eyes closed, but he was communicating at least, talking crudely as his censor started to loosen. Vasyli wasn't sure if that was the drugs or his nerves making him lose patience.<br/>
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“Better? Slightly. I at least know I've not be poisoned or drugged with intent to be cut up into pieces in a back alley somewhere. Intentional, at least, just stupid on my part.” Nothing malicious about it and even Kevice had stayed with him when he'd started getting a little panicky. He still didn't think it was funny and he wouldn't mind it all to be over and done with. Being still did help, and so did keeping his eyes closed. If he didn't have the option of focus on anything he wouldn't try to fight it so much.<br/>
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“Heights don't frighten me. I like the space. This is better than in there.” Where he'd felt the rooms closing in on him. Vasyli let out a hefty breath, trying to tell himself that no such thing was going to happen and to just relax. What had they been doing in the first place? Coming out for something different, and Vasyli supposed he had gotten exactly that. He scooted down and slumped over onto his side resting against his arm again. At that point, he didn't care about the conditions of where he was laying only that the cool stone felt good and so did the night air. He felt heavy, and the lower he got the less ambitious he felt like he'd be to get up again. His heart was still hammering away but it was tolerable now that he had some idea of what was going on and what to expect. He turned over after a few more minutes so that he could look out to the city in the spaces he could see through. At the time Vasyli didn't care how sloppy he looked laying there.<br/>
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“Why pay to go out and get sleepy? We could have done that at home,” Vasyli muttered, though he was starting to relax a little bit.<br/>
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“I'm fine,” Vasyli said, though part of it was an act. “It is what it is now. If ever we decide to get adventurous again, I'm picking the place. Don't you dare wander off and leave me here like this though. I'll add something inappropriate to your special oils, I swear it.” As far as the night getting worse Vasyli imagined being alone through the experience might be the least desirable thing, left to his own devices and whatever his altered mind could conjure up.</span></span>