(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: side story- Casper’s night out part 2

Casper was having the best night of his life.

Whatever a ’Burt Reynolds’ was, he really enjoyed it. Gwen had kept them coming until Brent and Charlie had arrived at their table, and by then, Casper wasn’t even sure why he had been so picky in the first place.

Brent was excited to see him in such high spirits, while Charlie appeared just to be happy to be here. He had a different drink from everyone else, and Brent made it clear to everyone that he wasn’t drinking, he was just out for a fun time. Once that line had been drawn in the sand, firmly, everyone then turned their attention to Casper.

Casper became the focal point for everyone else. Including Charlie, but for a very different reason. Casper was asked to participate if drinking games, to go dancing, pretty much to do anything and everyone. The more liquor flowed, the more willing he was to do anything.

Charlie, however, remained at his side because he felt safe with him. They both had gone through the intensive grooming and petting of Mr. Woods. They shared a bond that he wasn’t sure many had, and because of that, even as Casper got messy, and felt like he wasn’t of much help to his younger charge, Charlie seemed rather content to sit next to Casper and look around.

Casper asked, at one point, what Charlie was drinking, and the boy had been excited to tell him.

"It’s a sprite with orange juice! I wasn’t allowed pop that often, so this is very exciting. Mr. Brent told me that I could have as many as I wanted!" Mr. Brent? That’s what he was calling Guide Jameson of all people? Was it because he wore the same clothes as Kellen? Whatever the reason, Casper couldn’t help but reach out and ruffle his hair, finding the younger man adorable.

Charlie didn’t seem to mind, and when everyone noticed what he was doing, in their own drunken stupor, they wanted to ruffle his hair too.

Charlie just sat there, cup in hand, as several hands touched his head and then they laughed. Charlie was either a calm person by nature, or he was used to these kinds of environments.

Casper wasn’t sure if he liked either option.

Casper didn’t have a lot of time to worry about Charlie, unfortunately, especially when everyone started dragging him out of the V.I.P. section and onto the cramped, loud, dance floor. They had gotten him out of his second layer of protection, his jacket, and now Casper was just in the white shirt that everyone, Guides and Espers, wore under their uniforms. Gwen had even undone a few of the buttons, spiking up his hair while Brent disappeared for a few minutes.

Casper was dragged onto the dancefloor, a few of Gwen’s friends remaining behind with Charlie while a few joined them in amongst the squirming, pulsing bodies on the dancefloor. Casper had never done something like this before, and he felt like everyone knew that, even with how much he had drunk. He felt like a sore thumb sticking out in the middle of the flickering lights, the bass beat, and everyone else having a fun time.

Gwen took his hands in hers, giving them a squeeze.

"Stop thinking! Just move!" She began to move him, twisting and turning him while laughing. Her friends were the same, and Casper realised that there wasn’t really a wrong thing that he could do. Besides maybe running into someone else, but he was doing his best not to do that.

So, Casper moved.

He had never felt so free in his life.

The music, the bodies, this was so outside of the realm of anything Casper had ever done before. He’d never done anything like this because Gunther had once said it was beneath him. That anyone who did anything like party and drink was a fool. Casper had taken it to heart, since he had been so smitten with the idea of love, and how he was in love with Gunther because he knew that they had high compatibility.

Of course, that had never been confirmed. There was a chance he was chasing a man whose compatibility was like, 60%, but Gunther wouldn’t even let them compare it to find out the truth.

Casper shook his head, shaking away all thoughts of Gunther.

It didn’t matter now. Whether they had high compatibility or not. He was done chasing the man, even if Gunther was twisted enough in the head to think that violence was a form of affection, Casper was so disgusted with himself that he didn’t want to continue something so twisted.

His heart throbbed, thinking about how much Gunther must have suffered through for his mind to get so twisted, but that was a normal reaction. Everyone cared about others when they heard that they had been going through a hard time. It made Casper a good human. A good person.

He could leave Gunther. He could leave the Guild. He could leave everything behind and start anew.

Casper could be so much more than what Gunther had expected him to be. Casper could be...anything. He could be anything.

"Casper! You look like you’re having fun!" Casper spun, a set of arms wrapping around him and squeezing him a bit too much. He knew this touch.