Satellite Babies [OPEN]

[hackeralastair]

WHO: Alastair and OPEN!
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Friday night, between 9pm and the wee hours of the morning
WARNINGS: probably nothing if you don't count underage drinking and likely m/m flirting
SUMMARY: Everybody dance! Alastair wants to make more friends and hang out with the old ones before anybody else gets ported out on him. And to check out

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[hesafairylol]

Jean-Paul was already at the club, enjoying himself. He was having a blast. This was so much fun. Granted, he had no idea what he was signing himself up for. He had been clubbing before, but never here. He had arrived about five minutes before Alastair, mostly due to the fact that Jean-Paul was bored and had nothing for him to do.

Spotting Alastair, he grinned, walking over to him. Jean-Paul was wearing a tight black t-shirt and looser jeans. "Alastair! Sorry if I'm a bit early. That's the price you pay for inviting a super-speedster with an open schedule."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair completely forgot he had come with anyone and went straight to meet JP...something about superheroes in tight t-shirts was impossible to resist. "Hey, good! You did get my message. Sorry, I had to eat and get ready after work." He ramped up the smirk a bit. "What's the matter? No papers to grade or anything? No hard work keeping you busy~?"

[hesafairylol]

"Non," he said. And boy oh boy did Jean-Paul look relieved. "It's easy to grade papers at super-speed. You just have to make sure not to tear the papers. I've got that art down to a 'T'." He smirked at Alastair, obviously proud of himself. "My night is completely free. So, want to dance?"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair laughed, giving himself a few moments to correct his mind and make sure whatever he said came out in English. At least hanging out with JP was giving him plenty of practice in controlling his language power. "Hell yeah I do," he replied, stepping close and then sliding away without actually making contact. His favorite teasing move.

One song was just mixing into the next as he stepped down onto the dance floor, trusting in JP to be right behind him. The night was already off to a good start, it looked like. Alastair fell right into step with the music, swaying his hips just a little.

[hesafairylol]

Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow when Alastair stepped close and then away. Well. That was a bold sort of flirty move. He liked it. Indeed, Jean-Paul followed Alastair, stopping right beside him when he hit the dance floor.

As Alastair started dancing, Jean-Paul followed suit. He shifted his shoulders from side to side. "Good song," he idly said.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair smirked back at him. "Better be," he retorted. "The guy who runs this club has good taste." It was easy to get lost in the music and just enjoy it, but Alastair was fully interested in getting Jean-Paul out with him. Last he checked the guy sort of had a boyfriend, kind of, maybe, but that didn't mean the redhead wasn't going to have fun with him. He edged a little closer, giving JP a sultry look from under his bangs while he danced.

[hesafairylol]

"Who owns the club?" Jean-Paul asked, frowning slightly. He looked over at Alastair, just as the man gave him a sultry look under his bangs. Jean-Paul smirked. That...well, it fell on the 'cute' range. He could tell that Alastair was trying to have fun with him or something. Jean-Paul tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ears, revealing his slightly pointed ears.

[hackeralastair]

"Oh, somebody I know around the network. We've traded CDs." Alastair knew better than to drop Soundwave's name, and he couldn't remember the 'bot's civilian alias at the moment. There must have been a reason he kept his ownership of Dancitron private.

His eyebrow twitched in interest as he followed the movement of Jean-Paul's hand and noticed. It wasn't as pronounced as Hiruma's, but there was something a little different about him. Curious. He'd have to ask later. Right now he was concentrated on how close he could move in and dance without being pushed away...

[hesafairylol]

Jean-Paul nodded. A fellow superhero? Honestly, he should have expected that. There were so many of them here, Jean-Paul included. And it's not like any of them had regular contact with the citizens of the City.

"Well, give him my regards," Jean-Paul idly said, still dancing to the music.

[hackeralastair]

Alastair nodded back in reply, grinning. He sure would. For a while all he did was dance, his lean body swaying sensuously to the beat and keeping just close enough to Jean-Paul to deter interlopers. Now and then he would cast his glance at the immediate crowd around them, and smirk a bit at the jealous looks some of the clearly not-with-a-girlfriend men were giving; whether it was at Alastair's grace or JP's build, it was hard to say.

[hesafairylol]

Jean-Paul was oblivious to the smirks that Alastair was giving the others. He just danced, body swaying to the beat. If one paid attention, you could tell that his moves were a little dated. After all, he came here from the past. Jean-Paul didn't care, though. He just wanted to have fun. As the song finished, Jean-Paul looked over to Alastair. "So. Should we keep dancing or get drinks?"

[hackeralastair]

Oh, Alastair noticed, a little, but then, he was also from ten years past. At least the art of bouncing around a dance club to techno music hadn't changed that much since his time. He just dismissed it as Jean-Paul being older than him, and besides, it wasn't that bad. There were some around them doing a much worse job at flailing along.

He slowed but didn't pause as the set changed, to give the next tune a chance before he decided whether he wanted to dance to it. "I guess a drink is in order," he said at last. "I should make sure my friends are all right, too - just a look around to make sure Bakura didn't get dragged off by some burly queen or a pack of girls."

[hesafairylol]

Jean-Paul nodded. "Please, feel free to flit around and be a good host. I think I can manage the horrors of Dancitron by myself if needed." He smirked at Alastair.

As the two headed towards the bar, Jean-Paul sat down on a stool. "Which one's Bakura again? I don't think I ever talked to him."

[hackeralastair]

"Hey, it's not my club," Alastair laughed as he followed along, maybe strutting a bit in his confidence. "Everybody's free to do what they want, including you..."

He chose not to sit, but rather lean on the bar beside Jean-Paul. "Shorter than me, very obvious shag of white hair. He's a sweet guy, a little inexperienced. He's a healer, so you'll usually see him pipe up whenever people get hurt and broadcast it."

[hesafairylol]

"I'm just giving you my permission to go talk to other men," Jean-Paul said, grinning at Alastair. "After all, it's not like I'm the jealous type."

Even with the physical description, Jean-Paul couldn't picture the man. "Well, I'll make sure to introduce myself the next time I get disembowled or something like that." He idly waved his hand. It takes a certain kind of superheroic activity to be able to talk about disembowlment like most people talk about the weather.

[hackeralastair]

"Oh, I will," Alastair assured, "don't you worry. The night is young, and all that. Speaking of other men..." He leaned in closer and grinned. "...how's Bobby? That's his name, right?"